Harmony[Lauren/You]

Chapter 18

"Can you tell me more about my father, Nana?" You asked as you jumped on her lap and waited for her to start.

"Again? I recall I've told you everything about your father." She giggled at you, raking her fingers through your hair that sends you a comfortable sensation in your head. "But okay, it doesn't hurt talking about it all over again does it?"

You shook your head, smiling up at her. "Where do you want me to start?"

"When he went to UK to work, Nana."

"Okay, so. Your father had always dreamed to be one of the best singer-" Your grandma begun.

You've heard the story of your father about a hundredth times, but for you, it still was the best and you'll never get tired of hearing it. It was as if you're reliving your father's adventures in UK and you're there beside him, at the same time knowing him more and more even if you'll never get to see him as you grow up.

"Even though he never get to live what he always dreamed of, but when he met your mother, he had you." She bopped your nose, causing you to giggle. "He always expected to be standing on the stage, facing thousands of people while he sings his own songs, but reality was not that easy. Instead, he was one of the people standing before the stage, watching singers perform the songs that he made."

You listened carefully, word by word you take it as a lesson. "But it was all nothing, since he has you. Your father told me how special you are to him, Y/N, and I hope that you would always remember it." Your grandma squints her eyes as if she's trying to remember something. "Not only your father, but to your uncle Simo-"

"You asshole!"

Your eyes shot open, you groaned at the noise coming from the other side of the door of your room that interrupted your peaceful sleep. You were already liking your dream, a dream as peaceful as that was very rare when you only get was nightmares.

You lazily rolled on your bed and swing your lower limbs off, you feet landing on the cold linoleum floor. You sat up straight, your fingers finding its way to brush the sleepiness off your eyes.

You hear another shout again. "What the f**k is happening out there again?" You whined, standing up to approach the door.

You swung the door open and regretted it as a body collided onto yours sending you down to the ground feeling the air getting squeezed out of your lungs due to the heavy weight of the person above you.

You breathed in the oxygen needed in your body, when the person quickly stood up and dashed somewhere that you don't care where the hell they'll be.

"Y/N are you okay?!" Your eyes squeezes shut, Dinah's voice deafened your ear. You felt arms wrapped around both of your arms and helped you up on your feet. "What the hell is ha-" You never got to finish when you opened your groggy eyes to see two guys, a brunette one and a blonde one, rolling on the ground holding each others collars.

At the edge of your eyes, you see a frightened Angelina, watching the scene as she covered her ears with her small hands. Your rushed to her side, ignoring who helped you, and wrapped your arms around the girl, covering her eyes.

"It's okay little one, I'm here, I got you.." You whispered, scooping her into your arms. Your eyes landed on a small figure hunching on the sofa as if she's scared for her life.

You watched as Ally's arms slithered around her shivering body, causing a part her sleeve to pull back and gave you the chance to see light bruises on her skin. "Ally..."

Troy rolled over the blonde man and successfully locked his legs to the blonde's side and pinned him down with his hand clutching on Ogletree's collar.

He pulled one of his rolled fist back and land a straight punch on the jaw with one swift movement. Troy's fist raised again for another jab but lucky for the man under him, Troy was being pulled back by Brad and Sergio.

"Get the f**k out of the way, Gio! I'll give this b***h a taste of his own medicine." Troy yelled at the two behind him, his flaring eyes focused only on the blonde under him.

Troy's torso was pulled back by the two men, but his legs tightened the grip on the blonde's side. When the two men managed to unclasps Troy's limbs from the poor boy under him, Troy again freely landed a painful kick on the blonde's chest.

You crane your head towards the little girl, who is already leaning her head on your shoulders. "I'll hand you to someone to take care of you for a moment okay?" You told her looking around to see everybody present.

Dinah and Normani, who were comforting Ally, Camila who just woke up and doesn't know what was happening, your stupid brother and Sergio, and lastly the two least person who you don't want the see at the moment; your mother and Lauren.

"What an eventful day.." You muttered to yourself. "Monkey!" Camila's head turn, a full in smile erupted on her face. She stood up from her seat and happily skipped towards you. Damn, she's so...

"Yes, Y/N?" She beamed.

You gestured the little girl in your arms. "Can you hold her for a moment? I'll just help the four idiots."

Camila nodded, carefully taking Angelina from you. "Thanks.." You mumbled to her, before rushing towards the morons. You won't deny, that Troy looked exactly like a drunken i***t that wouldn't stop flailing his body just to give another hit for the blonde.

"Troy would you f*****g stop it?!" His brother scolded.

The brunette shot his head towards his twin. "Who's side are you on? Mine or his?"

"I'm on your side, but I don't want you to look stupid."

You placed a hand on your best friends shoulder, taking his attention to turn towards you. "Troy, stop, do you think Ally likes it when you're being like this?"

Troy finally calmed down, thrusting his hand away from their grip and fixed himself, his eyes blinked close and sighed. "Leave." He paused, opening his furious eyes and glared at the boy laying down with bruises. "You better leave this place or I'll drag you out my own. Don't ever talk to Ally, Don't even dare to get close to Ally, if you do," You hear a faint knuckle pops coming from Troy. "I won't hesitate to end you."

-

"Hello? Mrs. Simpson?" 

"I'll give to you," Y/M/N let out a high pitched giggle. "Your acting is impeccable. Even I almost believed it."

Brad's bandmate on the other line chuckled. "Thank you Mrs. Simpson, I do try my best at everything."

"Well believe me," You mother paused, moving her phone on the other ear. "You did best, Brad will appreciate what you've done."

Y/M/N eyes reflected the golden fire crackling in the furnace of the quiet study room of the mansion. The orange and red flame glowing in the dark chilly room, your mothers shadow dancing on the walls as she shift in her seat.

"For my best friend, I'll do everything." The other line replied. "Most especially if it will benefit our band."

"Don't worry, After what you have done, I'm sure your band kicked Aim High from the top of the list."

-

The wheel of the bus jolted from the road bump it had passed, causing you to hit your forehead at the surface of the window beside you as you leaned your head on it and took a nap. You groaned, rubbing your forehead and looked outside to check on where you are.

Days gone passed by after New year's Eve, the accident that happened last Christmas had luckily died down but it lost you so many fans that it had affected Fifth Harmony's tour. An immediate call from Christina saying that there will be an emergency meeting which resulted for your band and Fifth Harmony to travel back to L.A.

Troy's head popped ontop of the head board of the seat in front of you, making your eyes roll towards him. Your tired, E/C colored eyes stared at him.

"So..." He trailed off. "What do you think will Simon tell us?" 

You shrugged, your eyes switched towards the window. " I don't know, maybe he's going to remove us from the tour or something."

"Hays.." Sergio's head appeared after his brother, groaning. "Why are you always so pessimistic, Y/N?"

"Because I don't want to be too much optimistic and regret something." You replied with a huff, crossing your arms against your chest. "Besides, this tour is f*****g up my head...everything f*****g up my life and Lau-" You stopped as your lungs hitched, getting carried away at your rant, you can feel your emotions swirl in your chest, your vision slowly blinding by a faint blur of tears. "And Lauren f*****g up my feelings."

The twins stared at you with concern, they hate it when they see you like this, so vulnerable, tired eyes, shoulders slouched back against the seat as if you feel so helpless. The two glanced at each other, Troy shaking his head.

"You know...you've always said that...you'll move on." He mentioned, reminding you the times you tell that to yourself.

"I was stupid too, Troy," You respond. "No matter how many times I say that, I'll always find myself running back to her." You brushed your index finger under your eye, gently wiping away the tear that escaped. "Like she is with Brad."

"Of all the girls we met, Y/N," Sergio said. "Why Lauren?"

-

You closed the door behind you using your foot as you entered Simon's office. One thing that caught your attention is the amount of papers stacked on the dark mahogany desk, ready to be read and filled in. Walking deeper inside the office, you let your eyes roam around the room.

Prestine brown walls decorated with framed certificates, long wooden table on either side of the room with lined up carved figurine and framed pictures, clean leather couches that makes you think that it hasn't been used and magazine's randomly placed on the coffee table. It was warm and welcoming.

You didn't wait for Simon to arrive and took a seat on one of the  chairs by the desk. You look up to the clock nailed on the wall and saw it was already thirty minutes passed two, an hour since you arrived at the building, the meeting has already started but you were excluded for you to have a personal meeting with Simon.

Alone in a quiet room made you think of all things that had happened. It hasn't been a year since you've started being a 'celebrity', yet eventful days has been thrown to you in every direction when fate see's an opportunity.

With one arm plopped on the edge of the desk, your eyes stared down to the other while you played with the ring your Grandmother gave you, twirling it around your fingers, flicking it from one finger to another.

Faint footsteps echoing across the hall from the other side of the door tore your attention away from your hand, causing you to miss some movement of your fingers and dropped the ring down. It land on the birch wood floor and rolled away from where you sat.

Dragging noise of the chair echoed as you swiftly shift on your seat to crouch in front of the desk. You lean your head down closer to the ground, your eyes slowly peeking over from the small cracks of the desk.

Darkness filled your vision as you scanned the crevice. You slowly glide your body forward, crawling around the desk while your eyes remained searching for the ring under it.

It only took you seconds before you catch a glimpse of the ring as it gleam from the small light it's reflecting. You slithered your hand into the gap, your fingers slowly tapping the dusty floor while trying to reach it right above your finger tips before you successfully hooked one of your fingers in the object.

You stood on your knees, sighing in relief that you were able to get the ring back. You would give up everything just to keep the object in your possession.

You placed the ring in your pockets and stood up to your feet, looking up, you see yourself behind Simon's desk, seeing some drawers slid shut. From the edge of your eyes, you see one drawer, drawn slightly back leaving a small gape where you can see a piece of paper pressed between two edges of the wood.

Its revealing part shows a slight brownish -sort of like a very old- type of picture that piqued your interest. You're not the type of person to snoop on things, but since seeing the photograph it was like something was telling you to find out what it is.

You consciously bit your lip, your eyes darting back and fort to the door. The tensed muscles shift as you begin to move, your feet slowly dragging towards the slightly gaped drawer.

You leisurely pulled the box of the furniture back while your fingers pressed the paper between it and snatched the photo out. Your eyes stared at the three figures on the picture, a familiar figure that is.

You assumed the scene was taken in a park, but judging on its surroundings, it could be the park you've always drove pass by in England. Your eyes landed on Simon, maybe a few years younger Simon, lips curled into a bright smile, wearing a light brown blazer with white long sleeved dress shirt under it, same colored trousers and mud stained black shoes.

In the middle was your mom. Wearing a black cardigan over her gray blouse, acid washed jeans and black doll shoes. Her E/C eyes were bright as her smile, she was as blooming as the flowers at the background, something you never saw the whole time she's been with you throughout Christmas.

As your eyes scanned the last figure, that's when your eyes slowly begun to blur as tears slowly form in your eyes. A man wearing only a gray long sleeved tee shirt, black knee cut pants and flip flops. His pearly white teeth shown as he smiles, his arm slung around the woman on his right, his H/C hair slicked back under his bonnet.

Your E/C orbs shift down to his chest, there dangling was the ring you now have. Your free hand involuntarily traveling down to your pocket, feeling the trace of the ring under the fabric as you stared at the ring your father was wearing.

Tears rolled down the edge of your face, falling down on the photo like small beads leaving blotches on the picture.

"I never pinned you as a meddling person, Y/N."

You look up from the photo, tears still in your eyes, and see Simon standing by the door, his hand still resting on the knob. You were too busy with your thoughts the you never heard Simon opening the door.

He's eyes shift down to the object in your hands and looked back up again, a neutral face still remains on his face. "What's the meaning of this?" You asked him, flailing the photo in front of you. "You knew my father and you never told me."

"It's because I think your father would not want me to."

"Wouldn't want." You laughed dryly, looking at him in disbelief. "You knew, Simon, how I f*****g wanted to know things about my father! From the start I-" You stopped abruptly, your mind flashing back to the start before you arrived to UK.

"You..you planned this from the start.." You croaked out. "Did you, Simon?"

"Yes," Simon conceded, a bit hesitant. "Yes, I did."

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