Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Cant Stay Strong

⚠️ DO NOT READ IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY⚠️

Your POV
The girls just came back from the show, they're all showered and are sleeping. I'm currently cuddling with Lauren.

My phone keeps vibrating as I get new Twitter notifications. I don't know why but I check them like I always do.

I read them tears filling my eyes. They're all hate comments.

"You're fucking ugly! Why would Lauren choose you?"

"Fatty lol kys!"

"Make all of us happy and die :)"

This has been going on for half a year now and I haven't told anyone. Ever since I started dating Lauren I've just been getting hate comments.

This is too much. I can't handle it. Why do they hate me? Am I really fat? Am I ugly? I guess I'm not enough... I guess everyone will be happy if I just wasn't here.

I try to shake the negative thoughts out of my head but it's not working.

I lock my phone and carefully get out of Laurens embrace and I walk to the bathroom. I came in here to wash my face and try to calm down.

Turning on the water faucet I just let the water run. I put my hands together under the faucet and bend down to wash my face. The cold water still not calming me.

I turn the faucet off. I open one of the bathroom cabinets looking for something to dry my face with. Inside the cabinet I notice something that instantly catches my eye. A razor.

I take it in my hands and just stare at it. This use to be best friend a few years back. I can't let this control my life anymore... Or can I? I mean it made me happy. It was there when no one else. It took all the pain away so maybe it can now.

I take the razor and throw it against the floor. It shatters and I pick up the blades.

I proceed to take the two metal blades out of it. I run my finger along the sides and see feel how sharp they are.

I sit on the toilet seat take out my phone and look at the hate comments. They're just getting worse and worse. I feel a wet substance roll done my cheek and that's when I realize I'm crying. Just in a few second go by and I'm already bawling my eyes out.

I roll up my sleeves and take one of the blades. I grip the blade in my hand and bring it down to my wrist. I'm about to make a few cuts but Lauren barges in.

"Baby, noo don't do it." She says embracing me in a hug. I drop the blade and cry into Laurens neck.

"What...Wh-at are yo-u doing he-re? You're supp-osed to be a-asleep" I hiccup.

"I heard crying and I notice you weren't with me and I seen the light of the bathroom on so I came in here. And fuck sleep, you're more important than me sleeping." she says.

"What's wrong?" She asks carefully. I don't answer her and just shake my head.

"(Y/N) tell me..." I still don't answer her but just hand her my phone.

"Babygirl, you can't be reading comment like these. You know none of these comments are true. You're not ugly, You're one of the most beautiful girls I've seen. You're not fat, You're the perfect weight. Nobody would be happy if you died, I know I wouldn't. I'd feel like I lost everything in my life. You're my rock (Y/N), you keep me sane and stable. You're so important to me, I can't lose you...ever. Promise me that when stuff like this happens you'll try not to read it, and ask one of us for help." She says holding up her pinky.

I think for a bit then I wrap mine around hers and make the promise that she seals with a kiss.

"I love you princess, don't listen to them..." she says kissing my forehead.