Daddy

Eleven

Lauren POV

"I don't understand you sometimes," I say softly, picking up the hot cup of coffee and taking a seat.

Camila leaned over the kitchen counter and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean by that princess?" She questions.

My heaet flutters as I try to hide my flushed cheeks.

"I mean like you and that heyli girl,"

"Hailee," Camila correct me and I roll my eyes.

"Same thing," sge chuckles.

"She means a lot to you doesn't she?" I asked softly and silence filled the room.

Of course I had to ask her that.

"I think, she's the right one for me..." she mumbled, i nodded.

"So when are you going to propose her?" I asked and Camila's eyes widened.

"W-what?" She stuttered with confusion.

"You've been together for how long? Three years! And you're not thinking of proposing. You said so yourself, you love her." I said before rolling my eyes.

Suddenly Camila's hand slammed against the bench, causing me to jump slightly and drop the mug, as it shattered across the floor.

"What the fuck!" I yelled holding a hand to my chest, breathing heavily.

"Don't act all stuck up now," she warned as I groaned.

"Are you kidding? I was asking a smiple question!" I yelled back.

Camila ran her hand through her messy hair.

"You're so hard to deal sometimes," she mumbled.

I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed.

"Then why do you say you miss me huh? If I'm so hard to deal with that it causes you to hit the kitchen benches then why do you stick around me!" I spat.

"Because as many people in ypur life have left you alone. And I don't want to be known as one of them. I've already hurt you, and that's just bad enough," she explained softly as she rushed to cup my cheeks.

"I don't know what I'm feeling right now Lauren, but don't leave me please. I'm so confused about my feelings. How can something so wrong, feel so right?" She question, her hot breath trailed down my neck.

"Tell me about it," I said making her smiled.

Her hands dropped from my face as her phone rang from her back pocket.

"Hold on, sorry it's important Ihave to take this," she walked off and slammed the door shut leaving me in silence.

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I stood back up and placed all of the broken pieces to the mug on the kitchen bench.

"It's my turn, zayn," Lauren spat quite loudly and I looked up.

I raised my eyebrow and got off the chair before padding my feet over to the room, placing an ear on the door.

"I know, and I will get it done... For the same price? She questioned.

"Less? Come on she's more difficult them she seems!" The frustration in her tone hit my heart and I stepped back slowly.

"Jesus christ," Camila murmured.

"And what if I want to get out?" She asked.

A few seconds past of absolute silence before the sound of a heavy object was thrown across the room.

"Fuck you," Camila spat before the room became quiet.

Suddenly the door was flung open as Camila stared down at me, her nostrils flared.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing exactly?!" She spat as my hands shook.

"I-I just wa-wanted to t-talk," I stuttered.

"Well I had a very important call Lauren you can't just walk round getting your nose into people's shit," she ran a hand frustratedly through her hair and I chewed on my lip.

Camila looked down at me, her eyes fell soft as she took a deep breath before pulling me in a hug.

"Look I'm sorry," she said softly.

"I didn't mean it baby. I take everything back," she gripped hold of  my wrist and pulled me closer.

My eyes got lost im her and she smiled, she was begging for me to accept her lash out.

"Okay," my mouth said and I mentally slapped myself.

"But are you okay? I heard a loud noise and I got worried," she nodded in reply.

"I'm fine, I know you were worried and that's okay. It just, I couldn't get out of something. And it just annoyed me," she said and I nodded.

"What's the time?" I asked slightly and she checked her watch.

"Ten past seven,"

"I gotto go home, but thanks for telling my dad," I said walking out the door.

"No action?" She mumbled and I rolled my eyes.

"Camila!" I snapped back at her and ran my hand through my hairs.

"This is your fault for telling my father and now my ass won't be able to leave my room for a month!"

"My fault! You're the one who was making out with him right in front of my fucking eyes!" Ahe yelled back as I groaned rubbing my temples.

"And you say I'm so hard to tell with. Tell the one who's got fucking bipolar isseus," I mumbled and Camila clenched her knuckles.

"Don't you dare start on me Lauren, we were just having a moment and you had to go ruin it with your bitchy attitude!"

I scoffed in reply before letting out a laugh.

"You are so ignorant, talk to someone who actually cares," I said clamly.

"Fucking bitch," she mumbled.

"Excuse me?" I said turning around and glaring at Camila.

"You heard me," she said.

"You are so fucking pathetic. And I actually thought for just a moment that you were worth it, that everything I did was all worth it because I would eventually get you in the end. But girl I was wrong!" I screamed trying to not let the tear fall.

"You said you wouldn't leave," Camila replied quietly.

"Some promises just have to be broken," I mumbled and she shook her head.

"You will come back. I know you Lauren like the back of my hand. You will come back," she kept saying over and over as I shook my head.

"Goodbye camz," I said softly before giving her half smile and started to walk down the pathway and quickly entering my house.

"Lauren," my dad called and I walked straight past him.

"Where have you been?"

"Fucking Brad!" I called from my room and shut the door.