Give Me Love. Sequel to Nobody Compares

28. How it Should Always be

ZAYN:

   I pulled into a parking spot, and turned the car off. Lauren was looking out the window. "Where the hell are we?" she curiously asked. I laughed taking off my seatbelt.

"Ever seen the hollywood sign up close?" I asked.

"No..  I haven't. Wait, is that where we are? Won't there be a shitload of people up here? You didn't bring security," Lauren worried. I waved my hand.

"Hardly anyone takes this path because it's a longer walk. Either way, we'll be fine. The paps don't hang out up here." I took the water bottles I had in the backseat, and Lauren put them in her purse.

    "So, what do you think of Harry and Camila?" I asked Lauren, casually making conversation as we walked up the dirt path. Lauren laughed and shook her head. "I think everything Camila said earlier was so true, and I do feel like Harry is just toying with her emotions. They aren't together, so he has no right to get pissed at her because she casually hung out with that Ashton guy. I don't know- it's just not my place to really say anything, so I'm going to just-" she acted like she zipped her mouth shut, locked it, and tossed the invisible key into the trees.

    "No, I completely agree as well. I talk to Harry about that all the time. He's afraid of commitment because he's afraid he'll hurt her again."

"Well, then good. Camila really deserves nothing more than the best and if Harry can't give her that, then maybe it is best for whatever they have.. or had to just fizzle out," I nodded, but didn't say anything. I knew that this was a touchy subject that Lauren would rather not dwell on.

    We continued for about ten minutes in silence until Lauren -who was watching her feet as they moved- said, "Do you feel bad for last night?" I turned to her, confused. I wanted to figure out her facial expression, but she wasn't looking at me. "Why would I feel bad about last night? Of course I don't feel bad about last night, it was amazing. Why, do you feel bad about it?" she shrugged.

"I don't know are bad and guilty the same things?" Lauren chuckled, trying to make light of this. "Why do you feel guilty?"

"It was amazing, and long overdue, and I was pretty happy about it as you could have told by the mass amount of pancakes, but-" she tapped at her chin, trying to find the right words. "I feel like it goes against us being broken up, and trying to better ourselves."

"Lauren. Couples have sex while apart all the time."

"And that's not healthy. I want us to be fixed before we go baring our bodies to one another. I don't want to seem annoying, but I really want us to work out this time around." I smiled, and all I wanted to do at that very moment was kiss her face, but she was right, us acting like a couple defeats the entire purpose of us not being a couple.

   Twenty minutes later, we made it to the very top and the hollywood sign was right behind us. Lauren let out a gasp of aw. "Can you take a picture of me? I'll take a picture of you," she batted her lashes. She didn't even need to try and bargain, I was going to take the picture regardless. Lauren handed me her phone, and threw her arms up in a pose. I snapped the picture, and then she took one of me acting like a douche on purpose.

   "Now, let's take an usie." Lauren said standing close beside me.

"An usie?" I laughed. "I'm almost certain you made that word up." Lauren shook her head and giggled.

"No, I swear. I saw it online, and I've heard a few people say it. It's not called a selfie if their are more than one person taking the picture."

"But only one person is taking it despite another person being in it, so wouldn't it still be a selfie?" Lauren smirked at my over analyzing, and nudged me. "Just get in the picture." It took us a few minutes to take the picture because Lauren was holding her arm out in weird angles trying to get the hollywood sign in our backround. "Wait, I think I blinked." I said after she took a fifth picture. She shrugged, "But I looked cute."