Camila's POV
Taylor and I looked at each other, not understanding anything about Lauren's attitude, but in the end, when did we understand her?
I kept telling Tay about my lunch.
Then I took the notepad to see if I received a message from people in Mexico. And as I expected, yes.
There was a video that my mom sent, my eyes filled with tears when I saw my parents, my sister, Sandra and Marielle,
all at a table, totally decorated for my birthday, singing.
The room was full of balloons, then each of them left me a message, wishing me many good things, also mentioning everything they missed me and what they want me to be there today. It wasn't a surprise I started crying inconsolably. I think the important dates like birthdays or anniversaries are the most difficult to pass away from home.
I dried my tears when I managed to hold myself back, put away my notepad and stayed in the room until I felt emotionally ready to go out. I touched a petal of a rose, from my vase, which was on a piece of furniture next to my bed. Then I noticed, to the side of the glass, a note that certainly wasn't there before.
I took it, with unnecessary care, in the end it was just a piece of paper.
"Because among the flowers, our day was nicer... Would you believe me, if I tell you that my heart speeds up just by listening to your name? Happy Birthday."
I was paralyzed for a while, looking at the note. Without believing what I was reading, much less that it was Lauren who sent the roses. I left the room with the note in my hands and went to Lauren, where I entered her room without even knocking.
“Why didn't you just tell me this today morning?” I asked, showing the letter between my fingers.
“Tell you what?” she got up, to find out
“Oh...this” she thought for a while
“I wasn't going to let you know that it was me who sent you the flowers. Only the idea that you believed that it was that boy who sent you the flowers, left me so angry that I went up and wrote the note...” she admitted, in a sigh.
“You asked to deliver the flowers in your own home?” I said, with a tender voice,
“I mean, why didn't you just give them to me?”
“I already told you, I didn't want you to know it was me” she said and got up
“but at the same time I wanted to show you that I really care...”
My heart fell into my chest when I heard her say that.
“I don't understand...” I said blinking several times in a row, to hold back some tears
“I thought that, in some way, the fact that the flowers are the same ones that you said you didn't want to step on that day we went to that park, would make you discover that I sent them...” she approached me
“but it didn't happen” she sighed
“on the contrary, you thought it had been someone else.”
“I never believed that Harry had sent them to me” I said sincerely “I wanted with all my strength to believe that it was you.” I admitted, but after today in the morning I thought it is completely impossible...
I looked at her “because it was as if you didn't know that I was celebrating my birthday.”
“I ordered the flowers two days ago...”
She said, one step away from colliding with my body “wanted to give you something special...” she breathed deeply
“I know that flowers are going to die, but their meaning is not..” though she was very close, I felt very far, not being able to touch me “and that's it.”
When I saw that she wouldn't do or say anything else, I turned around to leave, but I couldn't contain my impulse, moved by the disappointment that she hadn't done it on her own.
“Lauren, can I ask you somethin for my birthday?” I asked, looking at her
“Yes, tell me” she looked at me, confused.
“Can you kiss me?” I said the words quickly, with embarrassment
But I need that, I need to feel her lips.
As stupid as it may be, even though she has gone to bed with another girl yesterday,
I need it, in some way to discover that she is different with me...
On my birthday, what a fool I am.
It's enough that she accepts.
Lauren's POV
Her request took me completely off guard, I looked at her for a second, the need I felt to take her in my arms and kiss her all night wa getting bigger, and I couldn't help but get carried away.
Not after all I got from the day I decided not to let that feeling go forward. It's going to hurt, but I can't throw everything away. I approached her and kissed her on the cheek, quickly, barely touching her face.
“I'm sorry, but that's the most thing I dare to do” I said and lowered my head, so that she doesn't see how much lie my words carried
Even so, I could see her face flushed and her eyes were full of tears. She turned to leave, but stopped and looked at me.
“Well then, no... I don't believe in any of this shit!” she scrunched up the note I made and threw it to the ground, making me understand what she doesn't believe me.
I put it together, when she left, I closed the door and unrolled it, reading the question to which she just answered.
"Would you believe me, if I tell you that my heart speeds up just by listening to your name?"
It's a pity you don't believe it...