Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

twenty-five

3:17 AM

Girls by the 1975 started playing on my phone. I forgot to turn my phone off for the night so I had no choice but to wake up from my slumber to answer the phone.

"Hello?" I said with rasp in my voice.
Lauren replied, "You haven't been answering me. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Are you drunk, Lo?" I asked hearing the slight slur from her.
"Well, I'm not sober." She laughed but hiccuped before getting serious, "Okay, okay. This is real. You gotta listen to me."
I rubbed my eyes thinking this is actually intriguingly funny but it's way too early to deal with this, "Okay, hurry. I got work in two hours and I wanna sleep."
"I know why Camila wanted to break up with you."
I shot up from my bed now fully awake, "You found out? How?"
"Nuh uh, Mija. I'm not tellin you shit until you say please."
I groaned, "Lauren, please tell me what you know."
She giggled a little before replying, "Okay, you are not gonna be happy at all. In fact, if I tell you this you have to promise me you won't over react."
"Just say it, Lo."
She cleared her throat and spoke, "I'm just gonna say it. I can't think of any other way to tell you right now. You know how Jacob and Camila had sex?"
I rolled my eyes at her, "And that crushed me emotionally before it's even daylight outside."
"Well, it was just one time according to her and I believe her because she was crying when she told me this." Lauren was the most casual drunk I ever heard in my life.
"Crying? What the fuck are you talking about?"
Lauren shh-ed me, "Shut up, I'm talking. Well, she told me that he told her he had recorded that. He's like holding it over her head and using it to make her 'love him', but to be honest, she's really sad that she had to break up with you. She's doing everything to get that video deleted but he's a very bad person, dude."

WHAT THE FUCK?!

"LAUREN, WHY ARE YOU DRUNK-TELLING ME THIS? I NEED YOU TO GO AND PUNCH THAT FUCK BOY IN THE DICK."
She laughed, "I tried and Camila got in front of me." Her voice automatically got sadder, "I have more bad news."
"Lauren, I can't take this. It's too early in the morning." I could feel the stress and conflicting emotions begin to eat me alive.
"I gotta tell you. You're my friend and you gotta know that I'm sorry. I fucked up bad." She was changing her emotions completely. I just kept silent waiting for her to continue, "I hit Camila on accident. I couldn't stop it, Y/N. I'm really sorry. I was about to hit Jacob and she got in front of him and before I knew it, I blacked out and I couldn't stop myself." I could hear her get extremely emotional.

I know it's probably the alcohol that has this effect on her but it's Camila, too. We all are friends and sometimes a little more than that. I'm not blind to Lauren's feelings for Camila. I accept it. If anything, I believe Lauren would be happy with Camila, but Lauren would never be willing to say or commit to anything. She's a lone wolf that has emotional issues. Don't we all?

"That's why I'm drunk. I feel so bad. She started crying and bleeding and I ran. I had to get away. She probably hates me now. I didn't mean to hit her, you gotta believe me." Lauren was so upset at herself. She does this often but never to the extent that it makes her cry, and that's what she was doing. Crying.
"LoLo, it's okay. Accidents happen. Did you apologize?" I asked trying to get her to calm down because when Lauren Michelle Jauregui is sad, the world is in flames.
She sniffled, "No, I had to leave when I saw what I did. I hit her and she was bleeding. Jacob had to call the nurse and I needed to get out of there."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know. I just started running after I found some alcohol. I don't remember stopping. I just had to call you. Things got outta hand. Now the girls are gonna hate me." She was serious. She knew that the girls would hold a grudge but Camila wouldn't. Camila understood that Lauren had issues sometimes and I'm sure she knows that Lauren was just trying to protect her.

Camila does the same thing to me when I'm about to hit someone. She stands in front of people who are going to get hit because she knows I will fight them. She tries to save me from making mistakes. I guess Lauren wasn't as used to it and didn't stop in time.