Tagged//Zach Herron Imagine [COMPLETED]

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~Zach's POV~

"Skye," I breathe out over the phone, "I don't what to do."

"Of course you don't asswipe you practically broke her," I can basically hear her rolling her eyes through the phone.

"She said that she can't deal and I don't know if she will hurt herself..." I say.

"She won't," Skye says unworriedly. "I know my best friend and no matter how much shit she has gone through it is TOO much that she would hurt HERSELF."

"Ok then..." I figure, "she did say she wanted a drink."

The line goes silent until i breathe and Skye shakes out, "A drink?"

I shake my head even though she can't see me.

"Oh no."

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~Lauren's POV~

"I'll show him what being a crazy girl is all about," I slur. "He wants all those chicks...try me Zach Herron."

I point to the sky and trip over a curb falling down. I sit in an alley and relax. That's when I pass out.

-

I wake up however much time later sitting where I am a little less drunk...I think.

I could tell I am a little tipsy but with that I am still loopy.

I search my pocket for my phone and wallet. All I find is my wallet. No phone.

"Shit," I whisper feeling the pit grow in my stomach.

I search high and low and it is nowhere to be found.

"FUCKKKK!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs wanting everyone to hear.

Frustration and aggrevation took over all my emotions. I may have even forgotten why I got drunk in the first place. But it was only for a milisecond. Zach. Obviously.

I rub my eyes and my vision adjusts as I stand and walk towards a shop I see on the corner. I still had my wallet.

It was a coffee shop. Huh.

I walk in and order a large straight black coffee. Maybe that will ease the headache. Taking my order was an older man and a woman calling his name for orders beside him. It reminded me of the coffee shop I met Zach at face to face.

The sweet old owners. The karaoke stage. The real coffee cups. The love seats.

I walk back up to the counter and think of a way I can bring everything back to me.

"Could I possibly sing?" I ask the old lady suddenly.

"It's not Friday but..." she starts and gestures my way to the stage smiling.

"Hi everyone! I'm Lauren James and I've been going through a lot lately. I just needed to get a few things off my chest so I will be singing She Used To Be Mine from the musical Waitress," I conclude taking a deep breath.

It's not simple to say
That most days I don't recognize me
That these shoes and this apron
That place and those patrons
Have taken more than i gave them

It's not easy to know
I'm not anything like I used to be
Although it's true
I was never attention's sweet center
I still remember that girl

She's imperfect but she tries
She is good but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help

She is messy but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
Ahe is all that mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie

She gone but she used to be mine

I sing the rest of the song and come off the stage feeling free. Not from Zach. No. From all the burdens I was carrying myself.

I put a lot of emotion into what I do. What I believe in. And that's what I'll do with my career and maybe Zach Herron.

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Who'll be reckless just enough
Who'll get hurt but learns how to toughen up
When she is bruised and gets used by a man who can't love

And then she'll get stuck

And be scared of the life that's inside her
Growing stronger each day til' it finally reminds her
To fight just a little to bring back the fire in her eyes

That's been gone but used to be mine

Used to be mine

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That's all for now

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