Harmony [Lauren/You]

Prologue

My fingers dance along the keyboard, pressing some specific letters,typing out the last sentence of my research before sending it off the email to my professor. Eyes darting on each letters of black and white checking up for misspelled words or sentences. I have this some type of habit of correcting any grammar mistakes. Hell, I hate it when people misspell their English. Like, dude there's a difference between this and that learn from the basics or repeat kindergarten.

I lightly pushed my glasses up from the bridge of my nose before arching my strained back, hearing some bone popping sounds after the hours of sitting still and typing on my laptop. I tapped some specific keys from the keyboard and saved my work before closing it down, pushing it to the center of the mahogany colored coffee table and lean back to the sofa throwing my feet above to rest it, letting my muscle relax to the soft cushion pleasuring my body.

"Finally.." I mutter, stretching my neck from side to side, feeling light cracks.

I look around the quiet room, taking in the familiar scene around me for almost 13 years. Bright sunlight sneaking its way through the beige curtains by the lined up windows, color coded books lining up from the shelves above the fire place, medium sized flat screen TV attached to the wall above the books and shelves, two single gray couch on either side of the long couch I sat on. At the top left of the room, in front of me, resting at the very top of a stand-up shelf rests the urn of my lately passed grandmother.

The very first person close to me that never pressured me on being someone I don't want to be, unlike the others in my family, my step- father and my brother, some of my cousins, uncles and auntie's. Mom don't usually care about me or my decisions, surprisingly she even supports me if I know it's right thing to choose. I breathed in the wind coming in from the opened up window, relishing the fresh smell of pine trees.

I was contented, being here in a quiet town away from hustle and bustle of the busy streets, chloroformed mobiles and some rude city people. This was the perfect place I would prefer to be. I never thought I'll be already living in a home I've always dreamed to be in. I wouldn't want it in any other way.

My neck arched back, resting it above the soft cushion while I place my forearm on the side of the couch. My lips tugged to the side as I closed my eyes. Feeling my self slowly drifting off into a daze. But my small smile falls into a frown after hearing my door close followed by two pairs of loud, rushed footsteps growing closer towards the living room where I am.

I felt a body collide against mine causing me to tip over to the side, my body falling across the sofa. I hear a deep chuckle and a metal scratching the wooden floor. "Get the fuck off Me, Troy" I grunted, pushing his heavy body causing him fall off to the floor with a hiss.

I glare at Sergio, hearing him let out a deep chuckle, again. "What?" He arched a brow dumbly at me from one of the single chairs to my left. Watching his younger brother stand up from the floor and took a seat next to me.

"You know Y/N, that's not how you treat a guest." Troy stated, soothing the side of his waist from the fall earlier.

"That's not how you greet me either." I shot back. "Besides, what are you two doofus doing here." I questioned, looking at the two siblings.

"Visiting our favorite best friend." Troy answered enthusiastically. "Can't we?"

I looked around the room as if I was trying to find somebody."where?" I said.

The two glared at me as I smirked at them. I raised my hand in surrender. "Just joking, gosh, and here I thought you two had the sense of humor in the three of us." I stood up from my seat, walking across the room to the left and towards the other room. "What do you guys want?"