Wake Me Up Sweet (Camren)

Chapter 1

Lauren aimlessly kicked her feet off the bed, reaching over the length of her desktop to find her desired object. Her laptop. Opening it up and adjusting to the dimly lit white screen she found herself subconsciously opening up a tab and searching the name of a blog that should now be permanently etched in her mind. This has become a routine for Lauren and if she's being honest with herself it's not the blog itself that draws her in, but the mysterious brunette behind it.

Waakeme-up is the blog and Lauren can't hide her excitement when she sees that the blog has been updated since she last checked and not only that but it'd be updated with a personal text post, which was extremely uncommon for the artsy blog, usually containing pictures of sunsets and whimsical Ed Sheeran lyrics.

WAAKEME-UP: 'I know that you read my message at 10:31pm and now it is 1:23am and I was left wondering why you didn't think I was worth responding to. But then I realised that it's okay. You may have gotten distracted, or not have known what to say, and that's okay. Because you're only human, and I shouldn't over think something as little as you not responding to one little text message. Because if I over thought every unanswered text message, I wouldn't have time to over think anything else.'

Waakeme-up's personal posts in particular had always hit a cord with Lauren as she managed to so accurately put into words all the complex emotion and angst Lauren had felt in her teen years and especially over the last couple of months and flawlessly wrote them in both a beautiful yet precise way. But I guess that only reflected the girl behind the screen whose name she was yet to know. She was indeed a beautiful paradox. This had become clear over the time she had spent getting to know her. She was clumsy yet elegant, shown through endless posts about the younger girl tripping and embarrassing herself and then looking like a modern Aphrodite on the night of her senior prom. The girls face was always cropped out of the photos but the way she carried herself was still clear, with confidence and grace and hence with so much beauty. 

This post was no different and Lauren felt herself sitting in the same spot of her bed re-reading it and found that no matter how often she read the same words, she discovered something new in them every time. 

How is that possible? How can a short paragraph have this colossal impact on her? The post wasn't about her, it wasn't some childish indirect, that would require her actually having talked to the beauty behind the screen before. No. But the feeling was universal, the feeling of rejection, unrequited love, not being wanted by the only person that you've ever wanted and then finally acceptance and understanding. Sure Lauren hadn't quite got to the accepting and understanding part of her story of lost love but maybe one day.

Lauren wanted to hug the girl for her words as it was clear that she was going through a hard time and she could sadly relate, after all Louise had only dumped her 3 months ago and was still refusing to answer any drunken calls and text messages from the older brunette. 

But instead she settled for the only thing she could do considering the position she was in. She swallowed her pride and anxiety and clicked on the ask box, typing out a small paragraph and sending it before she could think twice. Lauren then put her phone down, closed her eyes and attempted to battle her insomnia and get some sleep for the hectic school day that she is sure to face the next day.

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On the other side of Miami, Camila Cabello had just collapsed onto her makeshift bed next to her little sister Sofia after the small 5 year old had spent 20 minutes trying to explain to her older sister that no matter how many spells she made up the monsters were still not going away. 

Opening up the tumblr app on her phone she noticed that she had an ask notification off a tumblr url she didn't recognise 'ssweet-dispositionn'

SD - 'Hey there, this is probably really weird and I can honestly say that I have never done this before but I saw your last post and I have been a follower of your blog for a while but your last post in particular got to me. You have an amazing way with words and I wanted to let you know that you have put a lot into perspective for me so thank you. My girlfriend broke up with me recently and I guess I have been a bit mopey recently and a little all over the place. I don't know why I'm telling you that, you probably don't care about my personal life but I just wanted to say thanks. Oh and I'm Lauren btw'

Camila couldn't help the smile that spread across her face and the blush that crept up her cheeks. She rolled over in her bed in order to avoid the questioning gaze coming from her sister and went to type out a quick reply before her mood changed and she psyched herself out of doing anything.

WMU - 'Oh wow, thank you so much for saying that!!!! I'm glad that my post helped you in some way and thanks for the kind words but trust me I'm not nearly as great as you make me out to be aha, and you can come to me about any personal stuff, trust me I don't mind! I actually love hearing people's stories; I feel like it helps to bond us all together, past experiences and shared emotions I mean. But anyway, again thank you so freaking much, feel free to message me literally whenever. Oh and I'm Camila'

Camila leaned over to turn the lamp off beside her bed and quickly returned to tumblr, wanting to find out as much about this girl as possible. It was only when she clicked on the girls url and enlarged her profile picture that her smile dropped. The message she received wasn't just from a random stranger called Lauren on tumblr. No. It was Lauren freaking Jauregui! This cannot be happening.

Hold on... Lauren's gay?