Hands To Myself | Intersexual

Presa?

A/N: Before you start reading, I'd like to say that Hands to Myself was my 1st fanfic. I didn't have much tact to write and etc, and it was written in 2015/2016, so forgive me if it seems childish, unprepared, or something like that.

Lauren P.O.V

The handcuffs tighten my wrists a little. The mattress isn't very comfortable either, and I can't sleep because of the hellish noise in the 23rd LAPD. The cops seem to argue about something that went wrong with their donut order. 

jerks. 

Instead of arresting real bad guys, they arrest me just for entering a house. I didn't even steal anything, I just wanted to know what it was like. I just wanted to know what 'her' house was like. And now I'm here, in a foul-smelling cell, in the company of insufferable cops, and wishing I'd never done such a crazy thing.

a few hours before

I hear Kurt Cobain's voice and I know it's time to wake up. I feel extremely tired after spending 4 goddamn hours tidying and cleaning a set. I'm Lauren Jauregui, I'm 25 years old, and I'm a film intern with the famous director Drake Hammes. Intern was in name only. The last thing I did for Drake was anything movie related. He made me clean his house, walk his dogs, wash his car, all sorts of housework. Drake was a baggy motherfucker. I don't think I quit until now because his new movie has something that interests me. 

The star of the movie, which told the story of a serial killer, had none other than my favorite actress, Camila Cabello. I was completely in love with her, ever since she did the Lost Stars series. Camila was a young actress, born in Cuba, but she lived here since she was 5 years old. She was 26 years old and lived here in LA. I've always wanted to know where she lived, and up until 6 months ago I didn't have the slightest hope of meeting her until I heard she was doing Drake's new movie, which is to say I would have the opportunity.

I lazily get out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Soon I leave there, putting on jeans, a black leather jacket, my prescription glasses and a Calvin Klein blouse, which had prints of the Brooklyn Bridge in NY, a place I was crazy to know but never had the money. I walk out of my room and see my friends and roommates, Dinah and Ally, making out. They had been a couple forever, we had studied together in high school and college. Dinah was a personal trainer at a gym and Ally was a lawyer in an office there. I always felt excluded when I was with them, I always felt left out. I had dated once in my life, a high school girl at 17. It took 3 months until she found out about my intersexuality and kicked me out. Let's just say girls don't like finding out I have a penis instead of a vagina.

"Would you guys let me into this kitchen to at least get a cup of coffee?" - I say laughing, and they let go immediately, scratching their hair and smiling weakly. - It cost.

I grab my coffee cup, and the keys to my Jerry Beetle, a gift from my grandma at age 17.

— Good morning, Laur. - Ally speaks awkwardly. — "Get something to eat, don't just drink coffee, you'll be hungry". Ally was extremely protective, and I confess I love that, knowing that someone cares about me.

- Take care, Lauren! Ally yells as I close the door, and I yell 'sure' back, knowing that taking care of myself was up to Drake and Camila Cabello. 

Jerry takes a while to catch up, but soon I'm on the road, driving through crazy LA traffic. Most of the folks here had sports cars, so I was an outlier in traffic in my Volkswagen Beetle.

The rights to Drake's movie were Universal Pictures, which meant I had to drive to their studio. I get there quickly and run to the studio, because I have to prepare breakfast for the actors. Most of them drank coffee, except Camila, who drank chai latte. I make coffees quickly and hear Drake yell at me. I pick up my pace and head to studio 4. Camila was recording a scene with Jared Leto, and I allow myself to observe the wonderful way she carries herself. During all these 6 months Camila has been a very closed person, only talking to Drake and Jared, ignoring everything else. That included me. She ignored me a lot, and always avoided looking at me.