Look For Me || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 9

Lauren's P.O.V.

It has been great yesterday. Yesterday felt amazing knowing I had my family back, well half of it. I missed their hugs and affection, and I finally get to have my time with them. I haven't completely forgotten the rough times I've been through, but I'm on my way to recovery. All I care about is seizing the day.

Today the sisters and I were going to stay at home and have a movie marathon. The Cimorelli marathon. I've been missing doing this with them because the last time was almost 3 years ago, before that incident... Well I'm glad I don't have to go through it again.

"What movie are we going to watch?" I ask, taking a blanket and sitting on the couch.

"I think they chose White Chicks." Christina says. I'm glad there's no more annoyance and anger in her voice, just sweet melodies.

"Cool," I say back before the movie started.

The movie was really funny and we always watched it before. It was really ironic though, but I didn't want to judge. As long as it wasn't confusing and boring, I'd be okay with it.

Every few minutes someone would laugh. It felt good hearing someone laugh like that. I missed it too. I missed everything about our sisterhood. There was no doubt that I'd rather choose them over anything else.

I didn't watch most of the movie since I just watched my sisters. How happy there are no. The tension between us wasn't that evident anymore. It's like everything has been sent back on track. Everything was normal again, not the used to be normal in the old days, but close enough normal.

Every time the movie ended someone would just change the movie. I think we were watching 50 First Dates which was quite odd. I never understood it. The sisters seem to enjoy it so I didn't bother.

About a few minutes before 7 we were already on our 4th movie, but mom called us over for dinner. We were already halfway so it was kind of lame. Mom actually cooked a great meal. Partly because she ordered some pizza.

This was actually it. A new beginning for everyone, especially me. I didn't have to afraid anymore. And I wasn't going to be afraid.

I just realized I haven't called or texted Harry since yesterday afternoon. It just slipped my mind. He probably already forgot about me so I don't mind. He's a celebrity so he doesn't need to remember normal people. I was fine with him forgetting me, but I hope he doesn't forget me, the girl whom he helped.

"So Lauren I heard from Ms. Redolph that you've entered the contest?" Mom suddenly asks. I was too deep of thought to even pay attention.

"Uh...yeah." I answer, going back to eating.

"I hope you win." Dani says shortly, sounding sweet and kind.

I still wasn't used to their kindness to me since I've grown to listening to them hate me for the past 3 years. Not that it shocked me, I just wasn't used to it.

"Thanks." I mumble before finishing my meal. Since yesterday my appetite grew and I was thankful because I'm becoming too weak and skinny.

I placed my plate in the sink and volunteered to wash. Then Lisa volunteers to help me with it. I'm more thankful because they're now warming me up to me again, not that awkward.

I was washing the dishes and Lisa was drying them. I noticed she was smiling, I would have asked why but I was a tad bit shy.

"I saw who you were with the other week." She says in a chill manner.

"Uhm...whom did you see?" I was a bit nervous that she might actually know and might tell people.

"A famous boy band." She whispers before finishing up the rest.

"Damn it." I mumble.

Harry's P.O.V.

I was walking to the office about to ask permission to go to Sacramento when it hit me that I had no reason to actually leave. First I was going to reason out about this girl, but they might say no since it might be another fluke. Then I thought I could visit a family member, but they're all the way back in the U.K.. This is quite difficult.

I just continued into the office and saw my bodyguard. He was one of the main head of security so pretty much he can sneak me out of this joint. I'm hoping he's in a good mood so he'd let me.

"Uh...Mark, can I please go back to Sacramento?" I asked gently at first since I wasn't full proof on this.

"What's your reason Harry?" He asks, now facing me.

"I left something at one of the hotels." I lie. Well that's my first excuse then. Whatever happens I'm still dead.

"Okay." Mark casually says.

"Really?"

"Yeah sure." He answers, still scrolling through his phone.

That went better than expected, I thought he'd bombard me with ridiculous questions like last time. I guess he's in a good mood today.

I walked outside and went to my car. I had nothing else to do, so I'd just plan out tomorrow.

While I was driving I was listening to some indie band on my phone. I had interest in indie bands rather than modern bands. Don't get me wrong, I love our band and my job, it's that I have different taste I guess. It wasn't long before I reached the hotel we were staying at. They made us park at the back just to safe.

There was nothing to do at that time so I just stayed in my room. I think the boys had seperate plans or it's either they're out partying of some sort.

The next day I woke up with a bag that had a pair of jeans and a shirt and my other things. I zipped it up before walking downstairs and meeting Mark for breakfast. He told me Modest were fine with me leaving, I thought they would put up an argument, I guess not.

I saw Mark at a cafe across the street. I went in there, greeted him and sat at his table. He already ordered some thing so we only had to wait.

"Harry?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"I know you're just coming back for that girl." He whispers.

I sat there almost freaked out, but I tried keeping calm. He knew me well. One thing I as hoping for is that he didn't tell management.

"You should tell me more about her." He winked.

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I guess this was just a filler chapter, but I promise it gets better :)

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