Summer Love

part twentyeight

Lauren’s POV

I woke up and looked at the huge clock hanging on the wall, it was 12. I grabbed my phone and saw I had two texts, one from Emily, one from Harry. I read Emily’s first, “Lauren just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you and I hope you’re okay, see you when I get back, love you” bless Emily I just replied “Yeah, love you too,” then I went onto the message I was dreading, “Hi Lauren, you are probably in bed, I can’t believe you left, I miss you already, when we get back I need to see you.” Wow, yeah he misses me, whatever you say Harry. If he thinks he can come back and win me over then he can fuck off, I won’t stand for things like this anymore. I walked into my room and looked through my draws at the very few clothes I had in them since the rest were in my suitcase, I pulled out a cropped jumper and my high-waisted leggings with my old school vans. I grabbed my keys and purse and ran down out of my building and walked to my favourite cafe called Refoveo, http://thenutritionguruandthechef.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/031-correction.jpg  I sat in my usual spot, in the corner against the window, I hugged my knees waiting for my tea to cool down as I played flow on my phone, trying to distract my brain away from the thoughts of everyone in Ibiza. I sat drinking my tea as rain started spilling down, falling against the window. When I finished I decided to make a run back to my apartment. I didn’t know what to do with myself for the rest of the day, I lied there on my sofa watching episode after episode of Made in Chelsea, eating Ben and Jerry’s.

Emily’s POV

Today was weird without Lauren, without waking up and her not complaining about how her head was pounding and her constantly going on about Harry. Least she replied to my text, slightly on the blunt side but least she replied. We decided we would go on a walk around the city together as a big group and then decided to go for a picnic on the beach. Tomorrow was our last day so we had our meal at Bambuddha’s to look forward too.

Harry’s POV

“I wonder how Lauren’s doing;” Liam changed the subject after talking about Bambuddha’s “Has she spoken to anyone?” Louis asked. I looked at my phone all day and nothing it didn’t even have to go off I just had to check. “Well she replied to my text but she didn’t say how she was doing,” Emily added. Why did she ignore my text? Maybe it hadn’t got through to her, I grabbed my phone out my pocket and went onto mine and Lauren’s texts, no, the message definitely delivered. So why was she ignoring me? “Harry mate you alright?” Niall inquired I nodded and tried to ignore my hurt feelings and got back to eating my lunch.

Niall’s POV

I went back to Emily’s room in the evening to watch a movie with her, I felt bad for leaving Harry because usually when I left him it was when he was with Lauren. We decided to watch, Disney Hercules as its one of Emily’s favourites. She started quoting the start of the film; I love her cute little quirks. We watched another Disney movie after that, the little mermaid, she sang along to the songs, granted singing isn’t one of her greatest talents.

Harry’s POV

I still couldn’t get over that Lauren ignored my text, even a ‘K’ reply would have been fine but she completely blanked me. I honestly don’t know what I did wrong; maybe she thinks I took advantage of her the other night. But she was fine the few days after that. You know what.  Screw it.

Lauren’s POV

I was still watching Made in Chelsea screaming at the TV at Louise for still talking to Spencer, when my ringtone started blasting out of my phone which was right next to my ear. “Ah fuck!” I groaned. I held my phone above my face to see who it was, Harry. I placed my phone onto the coffee table and let it ring. Maybe now he’ll get the message that I don’t want to talk.

Harry’s POV

“Voicemail, great,” I wait for the machine to beep. “Hi Lauren its Harry obviously, please call me back, I am worried about you, I want to know why you’re ignoring me, call me when you get this please.” I hang up and throw my phone on the bed. Maybe she’s asleep I thought to myself, but it is only like 9pm in England. I thought I would go down to the bar to have a beer and calm myself down. I started off with one beer but then one became three and three became about ten, I couldn’t even keep track anymore. My phone started ringing I didn’t even look to see who it was before I answered. “Harry mate it’s Niall where are you?” “I’m in the bar,” I slur down the phone I hear him mumbling to who I’m guessing is Emily. “Me and Emily are coming down.”  Within minutes they were here by my side trying to stand me up straight. They helped me up to my room and put me into bed. The last thing I remember doing is dialling Lauren’s number.