Imagine [L.H]

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This chapter is dedicated to @Kaitlin_5sos ily too and thank you for all the votes and comments! And I also made a thingy at the top/side wtf have I created (I picture 19 year old Ellie as Lilly Collins)

LACEY'S POV:

I yawned loudly as I rolled over in bed, still half asleep and questioning the dream I had. All I remember was that there was crowds of people surrounding me, cheering at something or someone in front of them. There was a stage. An empty stage.

And that's all I remember.

I opened my eyes, blinking continuously as I was trying to adjust my eyesight to the bright light shining through the window.

I looked over at the clock that stated it was half past eight.

My stomach grumbled at the smell of food as I sat up. Why is he up this early making breakfast?

I slowly got up, put on my slippers, and walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I was surprised to see it was Nate cooking and not the butler.

Odd.

"Hey," I said sleepily, poking Nate's side as I passed by him to get an apple.

He turned his head slightly to look back at me and shot me a small smile.

I leaned back on the marble counter as I took a bite out of my apple. "Why the hell are you up so early?" I mumbled.

"Well, Mia and I planned a date later today-"

"Get some!" I yelled, biting into my apple as I laughed lightly.

He glared at me as the food in the pan sizzled slightly. "Okay okay I'm sorry, go on."

"We're going to go to the beach then to that amusement park," he explained, waving a spatula in the air.

"Just remember," I said, pointing a finger at him. "Public sex is illegal, do not fuck on the beach, you'll get arrested."

"Well you did give me a blo-" I gasped and smacked his arm. "We don't speak of that," I blushed.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned off the stove and took out two plates.

I grimaced at the smell of the burnt food he had made.

"You do realize you burnt that right?" I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose to avoid smelling the smell of burnt pancakes.

"Yup," he said, popping the p.

He handed me a plate that contained two pancakes and I cringed slightly at the thought of having food in my system.

"Thanks but I'm good," I said, setting the plate on the counter.

He furrowed his eyebrows together, "When was the last time you ate? Like an actual meal."

I blinked, fiddling with my fingers slightly as he stared at me with cold eyes. "You need it," he said, poking my stomach.

I shook my head, "I'm...going out to lunch with a friend. Don't wanna ruin my appetite," I said, mentally patting myself on the back because that was a good excuse.

"Fine, more for me," he shrugged.

"So um - what time are you leaving?" I asked, hesitantly taking a seat at the table, a seat across from Nate.

"In two hours," he said carelessly as he stuffed his face with food.

"Better hurry up," I told him.

Nate suddenly looked up at me. "Have you taken your pill yet?" He asked.

I pursed my lips and shook my head. "I uh - I have to eat to take it."