Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Valentine's Day

"Babe I'm sorry."

But it was too late. He has done the unforgivable. And I just had enough of it. So I stopped, turning to him. I was about to throw probably hateful words at him, but stopped when I saw his face. The face I fell in love with ever since I was in 7th grade. And I still was in love with him. Tears sprung into my eyes, because I knew that I couldn't do that to him so I ran away. I know. I'm a coward.

I ran until my knees gave out. I could tell that I ran a pretty good distance because I was in the park. And the park was pretty far away from his house. Catching my breath, I sat down on a bench. And once I regained my composure, I looked around on where I was. You have got to be kidding me. I thought as I saw all the ugh sweet couples. Of course, it was Valentine's Day. So yay me.

I guess I would return to my usual Valentine's Day routine again. Which was eating a bowl of ice cream and crying over some sappy romantic movies. I know it was pretty depressing. Except the ice cream though.

Suddenly, I felt someone sit next to me. I obviously wasn't in my best mood so I snapped at the person.

"This seat's taken." I hissed wiping my tears. I froze there for a second when I saw the person. The first thing I noticed were her green eyes. They were beautiful. Like I feel that they're seeing right through me, sending shivers down my spine. But I wasn't going to give her the pleasure of thinking she makes me feel nervous. She smirked.

"You don't own this bench you know." She said, laughing at me in amusement. Amusement? Who does she think she is? Just because she's gorgeous and all- wait what? Man up, Y/N.

"Well I basically own this bench now cause I'm sitting on it." I glared at her with my puffy eyes. She giggled before scooting closer to me. I groaned pushing her away, but she kept on sitting close to me. After a good 5 minutes of arguing well mostly I was the one doing the arguing part, but anyways I gave up. I blew the strand of hair covering my face, but failed. I groaned again, feeling frustrated.

"Let me guess, heartbroken?"

I looked at her, slowly nodding. She chuckled.

"What happened?" She asked plainly. I debated with myself if I should tell her what happened but gave in anyways.

"My boyfriend cheated on me."

"Oh."

"Yeah oh right. I mean after 2 years and he just does that to me." Rubbing my forehead, I turned to her seeing her reaction. She shook her head.

"No I mean like oh. I never would've thought you were straight. You looked pretty gay to me. But ehh..oh and that too. The one you said a while ago." Was she for real right now? I looked around, searching if there were hidden cameras and this could just be a reality tv show. But no success in finding one.

"I'm not gay." I said, quite offended. But somewhere inside me, I was already pondering on the thought if I was gay.

"That's what they all say." She replied, a smug smile on her face. I just scoffed at her.

"Then why are you sad?" She asked. Didn't I just tell her my boyfriend cheated on me?

"I already told you, my boyfriend cheated on me."

"Yeah. But that doesn't mean you should be grieving over it. You lost someone who doesn't love you. He lost someone who loves him. So his loss." I was already staring at her when she said that. It actually makes sense a bit.

"Have you- like did someone-" I said stumbling over the words I was about to say, but she cut me off. "Did I get cheated on? Yeah." She said as if it was nothing at all.