Camren One Shots

Same Mistakes

The OG Author: 1drabbithole on ao3

Summary:

Simon tells Lauren that she should focus on the band, not her bandmate.

Notes:

• Angst

• Unrequited Love

Work Text:

"Lo! Come on!" Ally tugged on Lauren's hand, pulling her toward the sign-in table. "No time to lose your focus now."

Lauren dragged her eyes away from the brunette that kept catching her eye in the crowd. She nodded at Ally, pressing her lips into a flat line. "Right. Focusing."

****

Everything was a blur of Camila, and Lauren couldn't help but act like the clown. All she wanted was that smile, that laugh, focused on her.

Sometimes Camila would reach over and hold her hand for a second.

****

"A word, Lauren?"

A spike of nerves went through Lauren. When Simon Cowell asks for a meeting, you'd best jump. Fetch him some tea, while you're at it.

She followed Simon, Mr. Cowell, probably better call him that, around the corner backstage. Simon paused a long time before he spoke, long enough for Lauren to start wondering if she was about to be kicked out. She shifted on her feet.

Simon sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Listen, Lauren. I think you should take a holiday for a week."

Lauren's heart fell.

"Come back next week. And while you're away, I want you to think about what you're doing here. Why you came here and how it is you're going to reach your goals."

Simon's eyebrows rose to ask if Lauren was understanding him.

A blush rose on Lauren's cheeks.

"Perhaps a bit more focus on the prize and a little less on your fellow competitors."

"Yes, sir," Lauren whispered.

****

The other girls were asleep. Normani and Ally would probably wake up still pissed, considering how many empty bottles were strewn between them. Camila wasn't much better. She was leaning on Lauren's shoulder, or... maybe nuzzling was a better word for it.

Lauren felt stone sober suddenly. Camila had turned her head and pressed her mouth to the sleeve of Lauren's shirt. A floppy-wristed hand landed on her knee and started moving higher.

"Camila," Lauren said, a mixture of caution and regret in her voice. "Let's get you to bed. You're going to be exhausted tomorrow as it is."

A muddle of emotions ran across Camila's face. Or was it just the beer making her expressions loose and unreadable?

****

Camila tossed Lauren on the sofa in the bus, leaping on top of her, as she settled between her legs to tickle her.

Their concert had been freaking perfect! Everything had been spot on. The audience, the band, their harmonies. Everything had been perfect. Camila too. She'd been so gorgeous out there that it made Lauren ache to think about it.

Lauren laughed and tried to defend herself from Camila's poking hands.

"You were so good tonight, Lo," Camila said quietly, her breath warm on Lauren's cheek. "I-" Camila cleared her throat quietly. "I couldn't take my eyes off you."