Harmony[Lauren/You]

Chapter 16

It was all too familiar for you, the ear splitting screech of the tires on asphalt, the loud and constant honking of a vehicle as it signaled for a person to move out of the way, something smashing on a building, glass shattering and the sound of it scattering on the ground. The noise were enough to take you back to where it all the bad shits in life had begun, it was as if like a domino effect that one thing took its fall and the others go down as well in all directions, All bad things happened to not only you but the twins as well.

The sound of a flat and unending beep of the heart monitor echoed in your head, filling your ears like a hurtful sound that made you clutch your hand on both of your ears, shaking your head as you plead for it to stop.

It was not real.

It wasn't.

She's still alive, she must still be alive.

You cannot imagine a life without her.

As the double doors slammed open, there came rushing in a man dressed in white with three people in tow to assist him. You watched with teary, blurry eyes as he grabbed the defibrillator and positioned it specifically on her chest, her torso jolting forward every time the man yelled for a clear. It repeated on and on.

First jolt, nothing happened.

Second jolt, still nothing happened.

The third time was all it take for them to stop on their tracks and gave each other glances before the man in white raised an arm and pulled back his sleeve to check on his wrist watch. He finally looked back up, mumbling something inaudibly at his assistant's.

His attention turns to you as the nurses proceeds to do their own work and starts to walk towards your direction. Every time his foot connects on the ground when he walks was like a pound of your heart deafening your ears.

He came into a halt in front of you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We tried our best..." He stated grimly, slowly shaking his head.

"N-no," You breathed out and clasped your hands on his white coat. "Please tell me she's alright! please!"

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Your blurry, tired eyes stared at the small white flower dangling at the edge of the tall glass container. You numbly watched as it sways from the cold breeze coming in from an open window, its glowing white edge slowly withering like the flame you inside your body, slowly dying down feeling as if your body is beginning to get cold and hopeless at each tick the clock make as the time passes by.

Heavy steps paused beside you, followed by an arm wrapping itself around your shoulder blades, you can feel its muscles tense above you like it was aware how fragile you are at the moment. You hear the person let out a heavy breath.

"I never had the chance to say goodbye..I was...so stupid, immature.." You squeaked out, your chest closing the air in your lungs. "This is all my fault, I could've sav-"

You hear the person's deep and throaty voice. "Accidents happen." He hushed you softly cutting you off. "We cannot stop what is intended to happen, Y/N." He told you, running his hand up and down your arm. "We all know everything happens for a reason, am I right?"

"But right now..." You murmured. "I wish I know what that reason was."

"Right now," He corrected and placed his hands on either side of your shoulders, carefully turning you towards him. "You have to be strong, not only for yourself but for your grandmother. She raised you to be the best person you were and now, hija, you'll continue to be the best person you thought you weren't"

You nodded at him slowly, turning you tired eyes towards your grandmother's urn. "She worked hard to straighten up my bent personality." You let out a dry chuckle. "She was the best grandma I've ever had."

"She is, Y/N." He agreed, nodding his head. His rolled fist flew up to his lips as he heave out a loud and dry cough. You stepped forward and rest your hand on his back, rubbing them up and down soothingly on his back. "Are you alright, Mr. Esteban?"

He nodded reassuringly. "You should check that out, Mr. Esteban. I'll call my doctor for you."

"No need, hija." He told you. "Young ones like you should already expect that an aged man like me already have a short time to live."

You shook your head at him. "You shouldn't say things like that." Mr. Esteban pats your arms softly, giving you a smile. "Death is the last chapter of my life, Y/N. Everybody will meet death, eventually" He turned towards the urn. "Just like your grandmother,"

"I've always expect her to die at her time of age, but I never expect she'll die this way."

Lauren's eyes slowly fluttered open, catching a glimpse of the truck, that is now tipped over the side with shattered glass and boulders scattered around the empty street from the smashed building, white smoke coming out of the bent hood of the truck. Lauren hears heart drumming audibly in her ears and what confused her more that it wasn't hers. Arms wrapped around the small of her back and around her shoulders tightened, making her look up to the person who has their arms around her.

Lauren lifted her chin up and came face to face with you. Her dark, emerald shade of orbs stared at your already paled complexion, dull E/C eyes softly gazing at her. Her eyes switched down to you lips that is already in between your teeth as you bite it down to fight the verge of crying. Your quiet mutter was enough to snap her out of her daze.

"Not you.." You can feel tears forming in your eyes. "Not you too." 

You placed your palm on her cheek and pulled her closer, her head burying on your neck. She could feel your thumbs caressing her cheeks as if she was a precious thing for you, mumbling similar words on and on as your arms tightened around her as if she was about to disappear.

Lauren's arms finally find themselves on your back, wrapping one arm around it as the other one run on your back in circular motion, soothing you from the ragged breathes your body is taking. You saved her, that was embedded in her mind. And to that she was forever in your debt, no amount of action can weigh down on what you did.

-

"This is all your fault!" Brad shoved you towards the wall.

"Don't touch me you little prick!"

"Stop it Bradley!"

Brad ignored your mother and grabbed a fistful of your clothing and pinned you hard against the cold wall. Your hand find its way on his hands and tried to push them away.

"My girlfriend almost got killed because of you!" Brad yelled in your face.

"My fault?!" You glared at him, struggling to push his forearm that is slithering on your neck. "I saved your girlfriend for goodness sake! Where were you, huh? Kissing your fan's asses?"

"Why you fu-"

"Stop it! Both of you!"

You felt the pressure on your body subsided when the twins finally pulled Brad away from you. You finally breathed in air, rubbing your neck soothingly while you gave Brad a heavy stare.

Your mother glared at the both of you, bringing her hands up to her waist, acting like a mother she isn't. She looked towards Brad. "I will not tolerate the act that you did, Bradley Simpson, you could've killed your sister!"

You pursed your lips while you rolled your eyes. They land on the twins, it amused you that they were rolling their eyes as well at your mother. You begin walk away, pacing down the hall pushing the blue double doors of the precinct open.

You were currently inside the police station, after the whole accident the police -as expected- came late and escorted you back to the station to report everything that had happened, apparently the camera's saw Lauren walking across the street with the red light still blinking.

Apparently the rebellious act still prevails even if you almost got squished by a sixteen thousand pound vehicle.

Lauren sat at one of the chairs by an empty officer desk, absentmindedly staring at a now warm cup of coffee between her hands. You stood beside her and placed your hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

Lauren looks up to you and gave you a tired smile. "Are you alright?" You asked, your fingers involuntarily moved to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

She nodded, lifting one of her hand from the mug to hold your hand and snuggled her cheek on the back of your palm as if she longingly wanted to do that.

"I am, thanks to you.." Lauren found herself craving for your touch, and she wasn't scared of showing it.

-

Troy's torso leaned over to the side, his irritating laugh was loud enough to fill the whole living room with his noise. Your squinted eyes on him, watching him as he wiped off a tear from his eyes.

"Oh gosh," He exclaimed, trying to catch his breath. "I should've recorded it." He released a tight laugh.

"He almost strangled me to death, Troy, and you're only laughing? What a good best friend you are." You scoffed at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He stifled a laugh. "Its just that, when he pinned you to the wall, your long lost accent came out. Don't touch me you prick!" He quoted, trying to say it with a british accent.

"Shut up." You told him, frowning.

As you averted your gaze away from your best friend, his brother as on cue came in, his face contorted with a worried expression.

You eyed him carefully as he approached you. "What's the matter?" Troy asked.

"Are you alright?" You added.

"I will be the asking that after you see this." Sergio grabbed the remote from the center table and turned the television on.

Appeared on the screen is a man wearing a suit, his shiny black hair slicked back, on his hands are papers. The man looked directly to the camera with a practiced smile on his face. "Last night, Lauren Jauregui of Fifth Harmony got into an almost accident."

The multicolored screen flashed into a black and white as it changed scene, played on the television is the recorded video of what happened last night. You watched as Lauren carelessly crossed the street while you stood behind the lines and watched her.

"Sources said, the star was caught with Y/N Y/L/N, as you can see in the screen as she stood there at the sidewalk."

The scene in the screen changed and appeared Brad's bandmates being interviewed by the media. The tall, blonde one turned to the microphone when a question regarding the accident was asked by one of the paparazzi's.

"Well for me, I think Y/N intended to do that." He said confidently. "I mean, I've seen the video and you could clearly see that she waited for the right moment, when she saw the truck running towards Lauren, she decided to save her, for attention, just so her band could be recognized more."

"I second that." His other band mate piped up, leaning closer so that he could be seen on the camera. "I guess she and her band mates just needed more attention. But that doesnt mean she had to put other people at risk." The boy looked straight at the camera. "You should be ashamed Y/N. What if you weren't able to save Lauren?"

The television clicked and the screen colors disappeared into black. You glared at the television, clutching the remote in your hands after you shut it off. What the f**k?

Your attentions were torn away when you all heard the loud echo of the front door slamming shut. Faint clicks of heels pattering the floor in a rushed motion, hearing it made you think you it was heading to your direction.

Honey colored hair, slender figure, intimidating --- orbs glaring straight at your as she quickly fix the blazer that is hugging the curves of her body. Christina crossed her arms witha click of her tongue.

"Y/N Y/L/N." She uttered sternly. "We're going to be needing a serious talk."

"Oh shi-" Troy was cut off by his brother. "Shut up." Sergio whisper-yelled.

-

"What do you mean I'm not allowed to be near her again?" You said incredulously, your elbows on the table, your body leaning over it in shock. "I saved her!"

"I know, Y/N, but the people aren't buying it." Christina sadly told you. "After the interview of your brothers Band mates, the people believed them."

"That's bullshit right there," You scoffed. "What kind of people who easily believe something that just came out of someone's mouth even if those person doesn't even know the whole story."

"I guess that's what we call Fandom, Y/N. I guess some of your brothers fan doesn't like you." Christina responded. "But enough about that. Since the interview came out, you lost half of your fan's."

You sighed exasperatedly, running your fingers through your hair. "What about Lauren?" You metioned, suddenly looking up to her a spark of hope forming in your eyes. "She's the only one who can clar-"

"That's another problem, Y/N." Christina interrupted, pressing her lips into a tight line. "Lauren mysteriously refused to talk."

After those words left her mouth, it was like all the energy in your body was drained. Your eyes slowly rolled down to your hands that is resting on the table. How could she had the decency to refuse, you saved her, all she could do to pay back is to tell the people that her boyfriend's band mates were wrong.

Your fingers tapped the table anxiously, finding no other way to clear up your name.

"What are you doing, Lauren?..."

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