Drowning

Sixty Three;

"You're sleeping together yet you still don't know what's happening between you both?" Lauren laughs, shaking her head.

"It's complicated." I sigh, cupping my mug with both hands.

"How? Do you still love each other?"

"Yes."

"And there's obviously still sexual attraction."

"Yes, Laur."

"So, what's the problem?" she laughs in bewilderment. "Why can't you both just put the past behind you and get back together?"

"It's early days." I tell her. "I think we need to reconnect properly before hopping into anything."

"You've 'reconnected' just fine by hopping into bed with him, twice." Lauren scoffs, shaking her head. She was folding laundry, I was watching.

"Just focus on folding your t-shirts. You're doing a crap job," I joke.

"Are you nervous for Harry to meet with Isaac this week?" Lauren asks me. Harry was spending the day with his sister again. I'd left late last night to come back home.

"No," I half-lie. "He knows what happened, so it shouldn't be awkward. Besides, it'll be professional. Isaac won't mention it."

"No, but Harry will." Lauren chuckles, shaking her head.

"He won't," I say, though I knew that she was right. "I hope not, anyway."

"He will." she says.

"Yeah," I sigh, placing my empty coffee mug down onto the coffee table. "Ah, well. It's only the consequences of my own actions," I chuckle.

"I forgot how familiar you are with those," Lauren jokes, giving me a wink.

"Morning, ladies." Luke says, entering the living room with a big smile on his face.

"Why are you so happy?" Lauren chuckles, raising her brows at him.

"Well, my gorgeous, gorgeous girlfriend and her gorgeous, gorgeous girl friend. I'll tell you why," Luke says, walking over peppily and placing a kiss to her cheek. He slumped down beside me on the sofa. Lauren and I both exchanged a look of confusion dressed with amusement.

"Is it going to be something really deflating, like that you've just taken a massive shit, or something?" Lauren sighs, folding up the last of their washing. I laugh.

"Nope." Luke says, popping his 'P'. "Zar, any guesses from you?" he asks me, turning to look at me.

"Hm," I hum. "You've grown another inch in height?"

"Now, now, Zahara. If I grew another inch you'd have to install new doors." Luke tells me.

"You don't deserve your height." I say, rolling my eyes at the annoying blonde.

"Are you going to tell us what it is, Lu, or are you just going to keep being an arse?" Lauren giggles.

"Fine, fine. If I must tell," he says smirking smugly. "Guess who's just managed to score tickets to see 'Red Hot Chilli Peppers'?"

"You didn't!" Lauren gasps, covering her mouth with her hands.

"I did," he beams. "Four tickets, tonight." Luke tells us. "I did ask Gemma, but she's leaving tonight 'cos work need her back. So, what do you say?"

"So, like, you, Lauren, me and Harry?" I ask, just to clarify quickly.

"Yep." he nods. "That okay?" he asks.

"Yeah," I nod, smiling. Though I felt a little funny about it; nervous, maybe. "Like a double-date."

"Kinda." Luke says. "If you wanna look at it that way, anyway."