Lauren Jauregui Imagines

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I smiled at the child, taking her into my arms to take a meet and greet photo with her.

I kissed her cheek and felt Lauren staring from a bit away.

Lauren was my assistant and we were very close.

After the meet and greet the show started and I was onstage, singing my songs.

Lauren and I locked eyes as I sang the sexual song.

Lauren and I had a secret, two actually. The first one was that Lauren was my caregiver. It started as a platonic way for me to regress and cope with stress and past trauma, but over time it grew into something more. Lauren and I are only friends, though, but we do sometimes have sexual play.

I was talking with my manager, Dinah and she sighed. She knew about Lauren and I. Just the Regression part, but she told me that this couldn't get out to the press. I agree with that. My family would freak and management would not like the fact that it was Lauren I was regressing with.

I was stressed over the fact that Dinah couldn't do anything to help us. She was super supportive about the whole thing and loved seeing regressed me.

I entered the tour bus, running my hands over my face and letting a sigh leave my lips.

I went to the back of the bus, grabbing my guitar. I also hated the fact I wasn't aloud to write my own music because apparently management didn't like me publishing information about my past.

I began to write a song when Lauren entered the room.

"Hey, baby." She says beside me on the couch.

"Hey." I replied, relaxing when I felt her hand rub my back.

"I heard what happened today. Dinah told me." I nodded, deciding not to get into detail about it since she knew.

"Play me something?" I sat up and smiled, nodding my head.

I moved to sit in the seat in front of her so that she could see me properly.

I began to play the song I wrote for her a few days prior.

"Your eyes so crystal green. Sour apple baby, but you taste so sweet." I smiled, gazing into those beautiful green orbs.

"You've got hips like jagger and two left feet and I wonder if you'd like to meet." I chuckled when her lips formed a smile.

My mind went to the many days out of our holiday that we spent away from each other, on FaceTime. I smiled at the memories as I sang the next line.

"Your voice is velvet through a telephone, you can come to mine but both my roommates are home. Think I know a bar where they will leave us alone, and I wonder if we'll take it slow." My eyes went to my guitar, feeling a bit insecure about the next verse.

"Oh, we're dancing in my living room and up comes my fist. I say I'm only playing but, the truth is this." A gentle hand lifted my chin, forcing me to look into those green eyes.

My eyes went to her lips.

"I've never seen a mouth that I would kill to kiss, and I'm terrified but I can't resist. And I say, beautiful stranger here you are in my arms and I know, that beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong and I hope." Her hand gently went from my chin to my jaw, resting on my jawline.

"Beautiful stranger here you are, in my arms and I think it's finally, finally, finally, finally safe... for me to fall." She leaned in when I suddenly stopped playing and just as our lips were about to touch, Dinah came in.