Thinking Out Loud || Beauren
It had been exactly ten months since Beau last saw Lauren. However, he could remember everything as if they all happened yesterday. Sure, he thought that they've both gone their separate ways, even when there was no closure in their breakup. But if she was happy with her current state-- then so was he.
For some reason, James and Daniel managed to keep in contact with the girls. James would usually invite Beau or try to convince him to join, but the green-eyed lad would turn down the offer, mostly because he was busy with other things. He had a girlfriend after all, one who helped him get through things whenever he missed Lauren. But the truth is, he never really found a way to get over the girl. She wasn't his first girlfriend and in spite of being years younger than him, she still succeeded on teaching him how to love. He definitely grew into a better person before and after their relationship, or so he thought.
Just when he thought that he'd never see her again, James told the guys about Fifth Harmony's next tour. Beau wanted to stay out of it, honestly, even Chelsey had admitted that his detachment with Lauren got unhealthy. But James on the other hand, thought that it was about time Beau faced her.
After eventually being convinced to join his friend, since Daniel wasn't around, Beau decided to hang out at the bar. It was a few blocks away from the venue of Fifth Harmony's next show, not like he really had any plans of going. He couldn't even explain why he was holding himself back, but just the feeling of seeing Lauren again was scary and exciting at the same time. Beau just wanted to take her into his arms and never let her go again, but then he also thought that maybe she was better off without him. She probably has a boyfriend.
He was seated on a bar stool, having a casual conversation with the bartender as he mooched for more drinks. The next thing he knew, Beau was getting tipsy as he was halfway from finishing his third drink. He wasn't sure if his senses were deceiving him in any way, but he heard a familiar voice behind from him. His back was faced at her as he was admiring a random painting on the wall, but then the voice got a bit louder as she got closer to where he was.
