Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Lauren and Michelle

G!P Lauren

"brought you a little something." I smiled at the Cuban who was cuffed to the table.

She was a cold hearted killer in the eyes of anyone else, but to me she was a kind woman who loved the stars, a woman who wanted to explore the world. But she never showed me the side of her everyone else knew.

She called that side Michelle, a ruthless killer who never thought of anyone but herself. The side I knew was Lauren, the kind Lauren.

"You didn't have to." I smiled, setting the stuffed Nala in her arms.

"Thank you, Y/N." She seemed purely happy, so happy that I didn't even think that she was plotting to get out of here the entire time.

Here I am, tied to a chair in some sort of basement.

"I knew I wanted to kill Simpson, god that bastard was such a dick." She chuckled, caught up in her own thoughts.

"But you... you were different." She sat on my lap, pressing the knife to my cheek.

I could see her eyes dilate when the tears fell down my cheeks. She was fighting Lauren, trying to keep her underneath so that she could still be in control.

"You... you tamed her... you tamed us." She clenched her jaw.

"God, you don't know how much I want to hurt you, cut you, bite you, taste your blood... but I can't. I can't because that would hurt me." She dropped the knife, wiping my tears away.

"P-Please don't hurt me..." she cupped my cheek.

"I'm not going to hurt you.... I won't let anyone hurt you." She stroked my cheek, those menacing blue eyes staring into mine.

Michelle terrified me...

"Miss Michelle-"

"DID I FUCKING SAY YOU COULD INTERRUPT ME?!" She threw the knife across the room, watching it impale itself into the wall beside the man.

I physically trembled at the sound of her voice.

"N-No Miss-"

"LEAVE US!" He nodded and shut the door once again.

"Shh, baby don't be afraid." She cupped my cheek once again, wiping my tears.

"No one is going to hurt you, my love." She traced the features of my face.

I trembled against her hands, flinching when that gentle touch was back.

"H-Hey, baby it's me. It's Lauren." I broke down, crying into the woman's chest.

"I know you're scared, I know you're scared, but you're going to have to trust me, okay? We can't go back, not when we're already in too deep. You're going to have to listen to me." She cupped my cheek to make sure I was paying attention.

"O-Okay..." I nodded.

"Michelle won't hurt you. I know she scared you, but baby she won't ever hurt you. She loves you, just like I do." She wiped my tears away.

"What ever we say goes, okay? We need you to do as your told." I nodded my head, just wanting us to be safe like we were before.

"I'm going to untie you, okay?" When I nodded she slowly untied my wrists, rubbing the wounds the ropes made.

Her lips immediately landed on mine, calming me down almost immediately.

Her fingers tangled into my hair and for a second I forgot all about the blood coating her skin and the many bodies surrounding us.