I Need You Now (Lauren / You)

Chapter 6

Your POV

If you love someone, you're suppose to do anything for them. You're suppose to love them, tell them things, even if it's not what they want to hear.

In honestly, we've all been told something we don't want to hear. That someone you love has died, or someone that you truly care about doesn't like you anymore, or that your pet died.

But, if you love someone, then you're suppose to make them happy - even if it makes you suffer.

I love Lauren, so if her being with Brad makes her happy, then so be it.

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I enter my apartment, shutting the door. I look up to see boxes everywhere.

"What the fuck?" I say aloud. I hear footsteps coming from my guest room, then someone walking out.

"I'm your new roommate!" Bea says. "It's all to help you get better."

"Oh fuck no." I whisper to myself.

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"She moved in with me." I groan, drowning a shot.

"Who? Lauren!?" Demi asks, eyes widening.

"What? No, I wish. Bea did." I say, then tapping the table. "Give me another."

Demi nods, making me a shot, then sliding it over to me.

"Why is she moving in with you?" Demi inquires.

"Something about helping me stop drinking, so, here I am, enjoying my last night of freedom!" I explain, drinking the shot. "A beer, please."

Demi nods, "Are you still going to come in here?"

"Of course," I chuckle. "This place also has good food." I stay quiet for a minuet, then add, "Oh, and you."

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I'm sitting down at the café, drinking my coffee as I stare out the window. Brad is out with his other friends, so I'm all alone.

Yes, I only have one friend. But Brad is a great and loyal friend.

"Hey stranger." I look up to meet emerald colored eyes.

"Hello, Lauren." I smile at her, gesturing her to sit. "You come here often?" It's been a couple of days since Brad and I have been paint balling.

"Not really," She shrugs. "I was walking around and decided to check it out. Heard it has great reviews, and well, you're here."

I nod, "Yeah. I've been coming here ever since I moved here."

"Really? Where are you from?"

"California."

"I'm from Miami, but why move across the country?"

"A getaway. Why did you move to New York, Lauren?" I cock an eyebrow.

All Lauren does is shrug.

After that, we began to build a strong relationship - as friends, then it slowly progressed into something more. Something special.

I can't believe I called Brad a great and loyal friend. He had sex with my girlfriend - well, now ex-girlfriend. And now he goes out with her.

Isn't that like breaking the rules? Or is that only for girl best friends? No dating your best friends ex's?

I don't know.

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"What if I don't want you to move in?"

"To bad. I had to drag my shit up here, and pay for them to help. So like it or not, I'm moving in."

"I hate you."

"I love you too," Bea laughs. "But you have a nice view." She walks to the giant glass window, standing in front of it.

"You should see it a night." I comment, standing beside her. "New York is simply beautiful at night."

Other people might be afraid of heights, but not me. I love being up high, it makes me feel like I'm special, like I'm worth something. It makes me feel like I'm not small, instead, I'm big. It calms me down.

That's why I got an apartment so far up.

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"Stretch your arms out," I command. "Now, close your eyes and let the wind blow through your hair."

"Woah." Lauren whispers, a grin on her face. "Wait - don't let me fall."

I chuckle, placing my hands on her hips, "I won't. I promise."

That was the first time Lauren has been up high. At least with me. She said she felt like she was flying, like she was superman. She loved it.

Sometimes I wonder if she still does.

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