Don't Let Me Go- Harry Styles
THIS SONG WOW HARRY CAN U NOT YOU'RE SO HOT STAHP. I LOVE YOU
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Aria's POV
My eyes widen at Alex with my mouth wide open shaped like an 'o'. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Wh- What is this? Alex I thoug-"
"I'm sorry Ari, Lauren got it out of me. And she has something to tell you too" She turns her head to Lauren who has her arms crossed. And she still wouldn't look at me.
"Well okay what do you need to tell me Lauren?" I ask
Lauren continues to fiddle with her nails without saying a word, making everything a lot more awkward. The slience in the room continues for about 5 mintues and I was beginning to get frustrated.
"Lauren!" I yell. I take a step closer to her and she takes one step back. Ouch.
"You know what? This is just pointless right now. If you don't have a little respect to respond or even look at me I'm just gonna go." I immediately turn around fast walking to the door before I hear Lauren call back.
"Wait" she says
I turn around with the most annyoed look on my face, "yes?"
"I'm sorry Aria" she trails off motioning Alex to say something.
"Don't look at me I already forgave her. Tell her what you told me" Alex says
She lets out a sigh, "I'm sorry we've grown apart-"
"It's been month Lauren. Some people say thats short but to me I had nobody to go to, to complain about my cramps." I say
They both laugh, "I miss you Aria, even though I see you everyday but I never talked to you its my fault..i'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, It's my fault. You where the one who had dibs on Dave and all I did was be a horrible friend. I could've done more, I'm sorry"
"I forgive you" she says
I took the oppurtunity to run up and hug them both, "I'm so glad to have you guys back" I mumble
"Oh! And what's this is hear about you and Dave having a baby?!" Lauren asks
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Coexist // Dave Franco
Fiksi Penggemarcoexist- to live in peace with another or others despite differences, especially as a matter of policy. Senior Year. People say your last year is the best year. No stress, hardly any work, and finally leaving the hell hole called High School but as...
