Thank You For Saving Me // Stauren

chapter forty eight

A/N: I have a reason to not update. Bad headaches and a lot of homework. Yes. Those two are linked. :)

Lauren's P.O.V

"You're dads been in touch.."

Pure shock. That's all I felt. My dad? Why would he be in touch after all these years? He left us. I've never been told why, but I'm guessing it's to do with some other lass. But why now?

"W-what do you mean he's been in touch? Why didn't you tell me before??" I said, starting to get angry as the truth sinks in.

"I didn't want it to be over text. Something like this.. it just needs to be said in person." She said honestly, not taking her eyes of me.

"Yeah by him. Not you. Why couldn't he tell me? Or is it nothing to do with me? And you're just telling me this to be a cow." I spat before changing the subject. "Where is he?"

She sighed, "I don't know. I wanted to get your permission for me to send him your number, if that's what you want. But remember, he left us. Left you. It's not my call but, if I were you, I'd think about it cautiously."

I didn't think, I said nothing. Just sat in silence and took in what exactly was going on. I was actually sat with my mum, something I thought would never happen ever again. I've been told my dad has been in touch, which he wasn't since I was around four or even five. I'm sat next to my wonderful boyfriend, the one I'd do anything for. And I'm pregnant. And for that one I'm confused how to feel.

"Lauren? Sweetie?" My mum said, looking at me as the others were too.

"Hmm? Oh umm... I'll think about it. I will.." I said, breathing shakily and suddenly wanting to say everything out loud and no questions to be asked. "Mum?"

"Yes?" She replied, slightly confused how I'm being so distantly weird.

"Me and Steve are dating." I blurted out, feeling Steven's eyes on me as I did. I don't like secrets. I can keep them yeah. To me, it's like acting. But it doesn't mean I like to keep them, some should be kept and others shouldn't. This one shouldn't.

She smiled and hugged him. Nothing else. Just that. I smile at the moment then excuse myself to the bathroom. As I walk up the stairs I see pictures of me, my sister, my mum and stepdad on the grey wall.
To me, it means a lot to say they're still up, especially after everything that's happened. When I get to the top of the stairs I notice the bookshelf that we used to call the "bookshelf of memories" when we were little. I slowly walk over to the bookshelf and look through a few of the albums, smiling to myself as I see all the pictures.
After a while of looking through the newer ones, I find one that's more beaten and old.
I scan through it and see my dad with me as a baby. To be honest, I forgot what he looked like it's been so long.

I probably sat there for a while, just sat smiling at old memories that I can't remember. As I go to place it back, many envelopes fall out. I curse to myself and gather them up but as I go to put them back where they were originally, I realised what they actually were. They were letters, addressed to me from years ago. I open one of them and briefly read it before seeing that it was signed off with "Dad x". I looked on all the other envelopes and saw they all came from the same address. Meaning, they're all from my dad. I felt a tear roll down my face as I realise that he did care, and that he did try stay in touch, it was us that didn't.
I quickly grab them and slot them behind the shelf so I could find them later and put the photo album back where I found it as a hear someone walk up the stairs. I felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around me and I instantly relax when I know it's Steve.

"Hey.." he says quietly, resting his chin on my shoulder, occasionally kissing it.

"Hi..." I replied briefly, not wanting him to know I was crying slightly. But lucky me, he knows me better than I do.

He turns my face to look at him and automatically looks confused. He wipes my eyes and asks "why have you been crying?" with urgency for the answer.

All I did was shrug, not knowing how to explain that my dad put so much effort into staying in touch when I never got the letters in the first place.

After a few moments of Steve telling me that there's nothing to be crying about and that everything is fine, I hugged him. Just in the middle of the hall, not caring about what was going on downstairs etc, just about that moment. We hugged for a while before he pulled me away and asked me once again what was wrong, but again I didn't answer. But I did reach to the back of the shelf and pass them to him. He did the same thing I did and cursed. I chuckled lightly to myself about how much we are a like before standing up and actually going to the bathroom.

A/N

I
Am
So
Sorry
I never update but I'm running out of ideas so it's hard to write. Plus I'm writing a Luke Hemmings fanfic :) Anyway. This book will be over soon. But I'm not ending it with something boring so :)

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