It's a Summer Fling

Chapter 6

Lauren's P.O.V.*edited*

I missed being able to cuddle up with Zayn and call him 'Zaynie' when I pleased, but after our break up I wasn't able to until now. The interview confused the living shit out of me. Was Zayn faking or was he telling the truth? I mean the story about us falling in love was true. The last thing I need is to catch feelings for Zayn. What if Perrie finds out I was the 'slut' that slept with Zayn while they were dating. I remember that day so clearly.

Flashblack

"Lauren?" Camila called hearing me close the wooden cabin door.

"What?" I said walking passed her bed covering my face.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to-" she looked at me, sat up on her bed "Were you crying?" she walked to me.

I choked on the sob I've been trying to hold in since I started walking here. "No, it's just really dusty or something like that." Camila looked at me with her caring eyes, causing me to shed a few tears. "I'm not okay...," she looked at my pockets to check if I had a cartoon of cigarettes and then on to my wrists to catch if I relapsed, but I pulled my arms back. "Mila that was two months ago I promised I would stop.." I started to back away to leave.

"Come here please." Once I walked to her she embraced me in a hug, as soon as I felt her arms wrap around me I started crying. Letting out all the emotions I've been holding in. "Can you tell me what happened?"

She whipped my tears then say me down on the couch. "I can't..." It's not that I didn't trust her to keep my relationship with Zayn a secret, but I never want anyone to know what had just happened. Zayn doesn't even know, which i'm fine with. "Please just let me be, please." she nodded letting me walk to my place behind the cabin.

I had snuck in one cigarette, so I pulled it out and lit it. My lips missed the taste of nicotine at times like this. I rolled up my sleeves catching if my wounds had stopped bleeding. I tried to hard to stop, because I knew it was bad for everyone around me all they did was worry, but pain demands to be felt right? So why should I stop what makes me feel alive when i'm broken like this. All, because they both said 'Sorry' didn't mean anything to me. That's like breaking your vase and saying sorry... it's still broken. But you learn to deal with it. I continued to smoke my cigarette before leaving to go to sleep.

Flackback over

I was on my way to the cabin when I bumped into Camila. "Lauren, we gotta go!" she said running to, what seemed like the parking lot near the office, with her boss costume. "Wait where are we going!" I ran after her already knowing the answer. "New York City! Don't worry we have your costume already!"

We were at the airport taking pictures with fans when I had a phone call. "Hello?"
"Lauren! Oh my god I was worried. You weren't at your cabin, so I asked Simon if he knew where you guys were and he said on your way to New York."
"Zayn, I'm so sorry it happened out of no where. Maybe if you and the boys could come we could get you in the front for our performance."
"I would love to, but were recording some more songs for our album."
"Oh its fine you gotta do what you gotta do."
"Well I'll see you when you come back, I love you."
"I love you too." I hung up.

Camila looked at me weirdly. "What?" I said putting my phone away. "You just told Zayn you loved him back.. I thought you guys were just faking..." I looked at her with my jaw almost hitting the ground once everything made sense. I just told Zayn I loved him God did I step in it this time.