In Your Eyes ↦ Lauren/You

Chapter 18

Lauren's POV

The rescue team and I are sitting and relaxing at the garage near the firetruck. Ty, the head chief told us that we will be having a meeting and that someone new will be added to our rescue team.

And it's been a day since I've been to the police station and got a complain from the perverted asshole who I slam on the ground, and I heard that he's still in the hospital, recovering. Let's be honest, he's weak as fuck. I only slammed him on the ground and it will take four weeks for him to recover.

The head chief will probably bug me all day on doing an incident report. I still haven't made one.

We just finished rescuing people who got stuck inside the man hole, again. I don't know how many times people are being stuck inside there in just a day.

"All right, is everyone here?" We heard the head chief questioned. He walk in the garage with a guy trailing behind him, and he looks a little bit younger than me. He got curly hair and have no top lip. The head chief stopped in front of us and patted the guy's back. "Rookie, introduce yourself to them!" Ty shouted and the rookie jump a little bit on his spot.

He stand up straight and saluted. But he didn't remove his hand that's resting near his eyebrow. "Rookie fireman... Bradley Will Simpson... Miami Fire station... I got an order to be a nine-one-one rescue worker. Reporting for duty! Loyalty!" He smiled and laughed as he started facing us. I glance at Harry who's eyeing him weirdly. His striking green eyes found mine and I silently ask him, where the fuck did they found that kind of thing. And he just shrug his shoulders.

"Hello, lads and lady, please take good care of me." Brad tried to give us his charming smile but it's not working. We just nodded at him.

"What's wrong with your accent? Where you from?" Louis asked.

"I grew up-" He cleared his throat as his thick Bristish accent are coming off again. "I'm sorry, I grew up in Birmingham, England." The rookie said and his smile is not wiping off his face. He's weird.

The lads nodded their heads and didn't press any more questions to the new member of our rescue team. "Okay, y'all gotta make sure that all of you will take good care of him." Tyrone said and added, "Go back to what you're doing, the meeting is over."

The guys scurried away and went inside back in the lounge. I need to take a rest. We haven't even rescuing that much today, and I feel like I'm really really fucking exhausted.

I was about to walk out of the garage when I heard the head chief calls for me, "Lauren Jauregui! Come here!" I groane to myself and turn my body around and face the head chief and the rookie. Ty beckoned for me to come to them and I internally whine. I just need to take a rest.

"Why?" I asked as I am walking closer to them, I stopped next to the firetruck and lean my back on it. "Head chief, the ink mark hasn't even dried in the police investigation, yet." I huffed and rolled my eyes at the man who's covered in tattooes. "You want me to write an incident report again?" I asked the head chief and my gaze turn to Brad and he looks like he's frozen. He's just standing up straight, chin up, arms sticking beside his body. I swear, there's something wrong with him.

"Just fucking come over here!" Ty growled and I rolled my eyes and look him annoyingly. I made my way in front of him.

"But I'll write it... I'll write an incident report. When did I not write one?" I scoffed. But deep inside, I don't want to write one, I'm too lazy to do that kind of shit.

"Stop whining for two seconds and shut up. Did I ask you to write one? You're just feeling guilty about what you did yesterday." He spat back.

You know, Ty and I are really close, super close that some people thought that we are a thing, that we are together. But no. He's like a father to me. And he have wife and children. So it's not my thing to snatch some men away from their wives and let them cheat on them. Nope. I'm bisexual but if Ty is the only man in the world, I'd probably stay gay forever.