You walked down the sidewalk, your hands in your pockets. Your camera was still in your room, so you don't have it. You needed to leave the house, or else something bad would've happened. You would've snapped at somebody, or, you would've punched somebody - most likely Brad.
It's not that you don't like William. It's just that you don't like his son. You don't like the fact that Brad will now be living with you. You don't like it one bit.
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Lauren was going to run after you, but Camila stopped her. Camila knew to let you cool down. She learned the hard way. Lauren sighed and sat down on the couch.
Harry was still standing, staring at Gloria and shooting glares at William. Brad stared down at the shatter plate.
"What's so bad about the two getting married?" Louis asked out of curiosity.
"Brad tried to rape Y/N's girlfriend, Lauren," Harry quietly told him, "It's not that we don't like William, we just don't like Brad."
"She told me she loves me," Lauren told Camila, "She literally just told me she loves me. Then William and Gloria are getting engaged? I-I can't just sit here..she's somewhere." Lauren stood up, walking out of the front door.
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Lauren went to her house and grabbed her keys, then got into her car. She knew exactly where you were. Well, she had hopes you're where she wants you to be.
She pulled in front of the forest. Lauren looked at the 'No Trespassing' sign before getting out of her car. She was at where you two had your first date, and where Lauren got mad at you. Lauren walked through the forest, passing bushes and trees and sticks.
She saw you in the middle, lying down in the grass. She smiled, knowing that she found you. She erased her smile and walked over to you, lying down next to you. You didn't bother looking next to you. You knew it was Lauren, because she's the only other person who knows about this place.
"Hi," Lauren quietly spoke, breaking the silence.
You sighed and rolled over, facing Lauren, "Hi, Lauren." Lauren rolled onto her side, facing you. You had to squint your eyes to look at Lauren, because the sun was shinning down on the both of you.
"I'm sorry,"
"No, it's not your fault," you shook your head, "It's no one's fault. I guess - I guess that they just fell in love - and I get that. And if Brad living with us makes Aunt Gloria happy, then so be it. I can - I can live what that. I mean, I have you. And that's all I need."
Lauren smiled at your words, "I love you, Y/N."
You grinned, pecking her on the lips, "I love you too."
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edited - 8/19/17
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أدب الهواةCHAPTERS ARE BEING EDITED. cover - @ArcticFlux You, Y/N L/N, are known as the mysterious girl. You take pictures of things, and you don't talk very much. You're closed off, I wouldn't say shy, but just closed off. You've learned to keep your dista...
