The Intern

Chapter 10

I'm finally driving back to the Riley Residents after dealing with Tanner. I'm bit upset by the way he hasn't tried to clear up things but I guess it isn't my part to saying anything. Is it? All I did was have sex with Lauren. That doesn't mean I have some higher level now.

My grip on the steering wheel increases. If anybody found out about Lauren and I's encounter I'm screwed. I would loose everything even my intern which is leading up to my future job. Should I stop having feelings for her? Can I even stop having feelings for her?

I can but then I can't.

When I saw her wrists. I couldn't help but think of her. Her, not Lauren but the girl I tried to save when I was 14. My sister. She was 2 years older than me. It kills me everyday that I wasn't there in time.

So when I saw Lauren in the bathroom I knew I had to save her. I couldn't let her suffer. No matter what happens I will always have feelings for the little girl. Little girl? She's 16! Why did I call her that?

I'm so stressed. Maybe I should call up a mate and grab a beer. Eh, that sounds really good right now.

"Aye, Ni!" Harry says into the phone

"Hey Haz, ya wanna go to Charlie's Pub to get a beer?"

"Yeah sure! Let's watch the football game too."

"Sounds good, see ya in 10, mate." I say and hang up the phone

Lauren's POV

"Where's my phone?" I groan to myself

I'm trudging through out the whole house trying to find it and it's no where in sight. I pick up the house phone and dial my number and I hear it from down the hall. It's in Niall's room. Why is it in there?

I hate to go through his stuff but did he take it away from me? He has no right to! My phone continues to ring until I find it in his sock drawer. It's at fifty percent which is good enough. I'm still mad that he took it.

When I unlock my phone I have a total of 106 messages. What the hell? I also see all my social media apps are gone. All I have extra apps I have are games. I go into the App Store and purchase Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. I have to keep up on the 5SOS fandom! I also need to check my fan page. Nobody knows I have a 5SOS fan page. It actually has quite a bit of followers. 23k. I'm proud of myself to be honest.

While those apps are downloading I check my messages. My heart drops at them. All of them are unknown numbers. I've read a few asking if I was okay. Kelly and Hailey have called and texted me numerous times asking if I was still alive. But the other numbers aren't very full of concern.

All of them.

All of them.

All of them have a picture combined with the text.

It's me but I'm photoshopped onto a image nobody should consider photoshopping.

I cry. I really cry. I was considering going back to school tomorrow. It's been 2 days since I was confronted with all of this nonsense but now I can't.

Niall isn't here and neither is Kyle. Dad has major cases so he's busy and I believe he said that he has to go to L.A for some big divorce case. The guy is billionaire and the wife is apparently a bitch and wants half of his money but he doesn't want her to have it.

So, I'm alone for God knows how long.

I'm pacing back and forth in my bedroom. I'm having an anxiety attack once again. I thought I out grew those but I guess not.

To Niall😎: Niall, I'm not okay. Please come back. I'm having an anxiety attack and I don't know what to do with myself.

I'm shaking right now. My mind is a complete blur. I can't think straight. He hasn't responded. Please respond or call.

From Niall😎: Ok

That makes me scream. I can't do this. I can't do this. What am I gonna do?

My anxiety attack is still carrying on. My whole body is shaking and I feel sick. I haven't eaten because i refuse to.

Soon enough my body slams on the floor.

Niall's POV

"Ni, you've had tooooo much to drink." Harry laughs

"Winning goal!" I chant

My favorite team has won I'm so giddy.

"I'm going to take you home, alright Mr. winning goal." Harry chuckles

"What time is it?" I ask

"My phone is dead." He says and grabs my phone

His eyes go wide at my screen. What did he find on my phone?

"Whaaaat?" I slur

"Who the fuck is Lauren?" Harry asks still looking at the phone

"Oh she's my boss' daughter." I shrug

"Well, you have some nerve that when she's having a freak out all you say is ok." Harry grips

"What?!" I say and stand up from the stool

He hands me my phone and I look at it. Shit, that "ok" wasn't suppose to go to her.

I re read the message and begin to panic. I look up at Harry and he gives me a questionable look.

"We need to go now."

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"LAUREN!" I call into the house

"She's here right?" Harry asks

"Of course she's fucking here." I grumble

"Lauren! Where are you?"

Harry and I go our separate ways. I'm looking all over this big ass mansion.

"NIALL!" I hear Harry yell

The yelling is from upstairs. I run up the stairs, stumbling some from me having too kick alcohol in my system but I'm not worried about that. Lauren is my main concern.

I slam open her door and Harry has her in his lap. She looks asleep but she's obviously passed out.

"D-Do we call 9-911?" Harry stutters

I grab her from his arms and sit on the bed. I kiss her forehead and stroke her hair.

"No, we don't."