Microphones and Art museums (Lauren/You)

Sixteen

"Y/N Chri-Chris he's dead." My eyes widened and I admit I was taken a back. My heart stung to see her so heartbroken and hear her cries. I don't feel very much that Chris is dead but I feel everything because he hurt her.

She fell to the ground and I fell with her as I held her in my arms. Her cries sounded hoarse like she'd been crying for hours but she still wouldn't stop. I gently moved her hair out of her face and looked sadly at her now red face.

She looked up at me with her emerald eyes but they looked dull. There were black marks all around her eyes where her eyeliner or mascara was smudged from all the crying. "I-I'm sorry for being here. I just don't know where else to go." Her grip on my waist loosened a bit and I shook my head.

"It's okay, but let's go." I pulled her hand that was around my waist and took it into mine as I brought her to stand up. I picked up my keys from the hook beside the door and shouted to Dinah that I'm leaving before we walked to my car.

She sat in the passenger side looking around to see where we're going I'm guessing. "Where are we going?"

"To the beach." She nodded and blew her nose in the tissue she had.

"I don't have a swimsuit." She said after a minute and I glanced at her quickly before looking back to the road.

"We're not swimming." I said shortly and it came out harsher than I expected as I saw her visibly flinch. "Sorry."

We finally pulled into the parking lot and we both got out of the car as we walked to the building. It was a little house close to the beach that was abandoned. It looked livable just kind of old and unsafe, like it could break any minute.

I started walking onto the porch and Lauren hung back as she looked at me. "What are you doing?"

"Going on the roof. Come on." I walked up to the ladder that was left there and climbed onto the roof as Lauren stood at the bottom of the ladder looking up at me. "Get up here chicken." She rolled her eyes and cracked a small smile as she climbed up the ladder after me. We walked over to the middle of the roof and sat together looking at the ocean in silence.

After a while Lauren rested her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her. "They didn't find his body." She said softly and her voice sounded way more hoarse than usual.

"What?"

"They just saw a whole lot of blood. They said there's no way he can be alive with that much blood loss." I bit my lip before speaking again.

"Then he's not dead."

"What?" She took he head off my shoulder and looked at me.

"I won't believe he's dead until I see his body. You shouldn't either." Her face scrunched in confusion and tears welled in her eyes again. My heart stung at the sight before me. I felt everything for her, I felt it that she was hurting and she was sad and her brother died but I don't feel much about Chris's actual death. I mean he raped me and didn't tell me until three years later so.

"I just I feel like he is." She looked down and played with her fingers.

"But maybe he isn't." She nodded and took my hand into hers.

"Thanks for comforting me." She kissed the back of my hand and I looked down at her as her big green eyes stared up at me. I was entranced; she looked so perfect but I had to look away from her devil eyes.

"I shouldn't be." She offered me a sad smile and nodded.

"I know. But thanks." She placed her head back into my neck as she let out a heavy sigh.

"You're welcome." She wrapped my arm around her shoulder and I pulled closer as the sun started to set. The only sound was the waves crashing but I swear I could hear our heartbeats.

I looked down at her as the glow from the sun lit her face up and she looked like everything I fell in love with. Before all the shit of life came between us. She looked the same way she looked when we were eighteen and sitting under the tree at school while I drew her and things were happy and simple. She looked the same way she did when we were eating burgers on Wednesdays and making up stories about everyone who passed by. She looked the same way she did when we kissed for the first time in her room or when we climbed on top of her car as an act of "rebellion". She looked how she did when heaven was between us not above us, not below us, but when heaven was us. She looked like Lauren the same girl from Miami who I fell in love with once.

"What're you thinking?" She looked up at me and I smiled.

"Nothing." She looked back to the water.

"Is this illegal?"

"Yup."

"And if the police come?"

"We get arrested." She laughed lightly and nodded.

"I wouldn't want to get arrested with anyone else." She kissed my cheek softly and I closed my eyes as I felt her lips linger. I felt myself slipping, back into her and I hated myself for it.

"Why do you do this?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"You do the same thing." She turned my face to hers gently and her eyes averted to my lips. With everything in me my brain was screaming no. Hell I was screaming no. But there was no self control. There was nothing left but want and desire and our lips met in a passionate kiss.

I missed the feel of her soft lips on mine. It felt fucking amazing and wrong and right all at the same time. It felt like love and light but deceit and lies and it felt good and bad and I loved every second of it.

A/N: Sorry don't hate me, also buy Harry Styles' self titled album on iTunes or go listen to it on YouTube or Apple Music or Spotify or something ty vv much