Grow Old Without You (A Camren Story)

All In This Together.

Grow Old Without You (Chapter 32)

Justin Bieber spills some juicy beans about Fifth Harmony's break up!

Bieber, the reason why 5H Broke Up?

Couple Jauregui and Cabello, exposed!

Fifth Harmony's gay couple, married, divorced. Bieber's fault.

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LAUREN
Those headlines have been talked about in every single talk show, and radio station everywhere. Alot of names have been brought up, and it was really time to speak up, now that everyone was talking about how unprofessional and how In Harmony's head's up their asses. I have to stand up for my girls, and the only way to do that was through a tell-all. Knowing the band's deal with the label and the management, I know everything's going to get down and dirty.

"Hello?" I answered my phone, not bothering to look at the screen. I was in my room, I mean Mila's room, getting some much needed rest. It was already 3 in the morning, and I couldn't really fall asleep.

"Hey Lo." It was Dinah. And she was crying.

"Dinah. What's wrong?" I asked worriedly. Why would she call me at 1 in the morning crying? What happened in LA?

"They dropped us. They dropped us from the label. Management doesnt want to do anything with us. I am so happy!" Wait what? Did she say she was happy? I don't get it.

"Wh- wh- how?" I asked confused as she giggled on the other side of the line. She's making me more worried.

"They dropped us. We're free!" She screamed as I felt myself smile. They're fucking free! "We're finally out of their hell hole! We can do whatever we want!"

"Dinah. How about legal stuff?" I asked her as she giggle on the phone.

"I don't care if they sue us. I'm not afraid to sue them back, Lo. We can sue them back, and even the harmonizers will have our backs."

She said proudly as I could imagine her flipping her hair. "I'm not scardd of them anymore Lo, it's time we get things right."

Get things right. It's time.

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I woke up feeling two bodies squeezed beside me. The twins, ofcourse. I checked on the time and it was already 10:30 in the morning.

"Up, babies." I whispered, patting their butts and shaking the bed. I heard groans from the two girls as I sighed and closed my eyes again. "I'll cook pancakes for breakfast." I bribed them as one body shuffled.

"With banana and chocolate chips?"
"

And with blueberries and granola?"

"Yes. So stand up now and get the ingredients out." I said as the kids ran down the stairs. I sighed, standing up, and walking to the bathroom. I lifted my shirt up, checking on my stitches, making sure they're not swollen up, and good. "Wish you were still here Raf. I'm sorry." I whispered as I held on to my stomach.

I heard the bedroom door open, and Keana walking up to me with an envelope in her hands.

"Lo, this is from the treatment center." She said, handing me the envelopes. It has my name and the twins' names scribled on the back with that familiar handwriting.

"Camz?" I asked Kea as she nodded her head.

"Sinuhe said she didn't want visitors this week, so she just wrote you guys letters. She's staying there for much longer, she wants to make sure she'll be fine when she leaves that facility." Keana said as I just nodded my head. Should I read it now?