Famous Collide || h.s.

Chapter 19

I'm sorry that I didn't have updated, but I wasn't home, so.
However, thanks for reading! :)

Maybe another chapter follows because
you needed to wait so long.

~Laysana ♥

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Lisa P.O.V.

As weeks passed by I could feel the watchful eyes of Elena, Caroline, Bonnie or Stefan in school. It  wasn't different in private meets. But I pushed it on the fact that Riley had returned a week ago. It was already march and snow was melting. It was getting warmer and the thick jackets disappeared in our closets. Thank god. I hate thick jackets.

Sitting in class my thoughts drove off. I was wondering how Lauren handled the situation that he was back. Hopefully he left her alone, what seemed to be, because she didn't said something.

"- Lisa?", I looked up straight into Mr. Saltzman's eyes. "You're alright?"

I hawked lightly nodding. "Yes."

"Okay.", he turned with a quick look at the others back to the blackboard. "Then write."

As the lesson was over I packed my things.

"What was that?", harry asked worriedly lying his head on my shoulder.

"I was – thinking.", I hesitated. "About-"

"Riley?"

"Is that stupid?"

"Not at all.", he shook his head kissing my cheek. "Oh hey, I want ask you something. I have to go to such an investigation afterwards, no idea why. I wondered if we could eat together after that?"

"Investigation?", he furrowed his forehead as I turned around.

"I'm alright, just routine. Venipuncture and so on.", I grimaced thinking about it.

"Not a fan, huh?", Elena grinned.

"Not really.", I shook my head. "But it's just a small prick and – done."

"Done.", Stefan nodded. "No big deal."

"How about – if we go out eating together?", Caroline smiled. "Later?"

"Sure.", Harry and I nodded.

"Grill?", Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

Christina P.O.V.

"I'm off.", she heard Lisa shouting out from downstairs.

"Remember.", was father's answer but the door already closed.

"Why doesn't he like Harry?", Nick, her boyfriend, wanted to know.

"I don't really know.", she thought about it. "He seemed to be nice. She's just so little at home. Perhaps he doesn't like that. She is growing up. I mean, she is turning eighteen this year. What does he expect? She won't be here forever, at some point we all have to move out."

"She's his little girl, huh?", Nick kissed her hair.

"We all are.", Christina whispered. "We are all his growing little girls."

"Shall I talk to him?", he suggested. "Maybe we can do something?"

"That's – a good idea actually.", Christina nodded slowly then jumping out of bed pulling him with her. "Come on."