Photograph (Lauren/You)

Chapter 3

A/N: so, people have been messaging me about the chapters of this book. all the chapters have been taken down for editing, except for the ones that are published, obviously.

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You held up your camera, taking a picture of your older brother, Harry. At the sound of the flash, Harry's head turned toward you.

"Still taking pictures, huh?" He asked, a light chuckle at the end.

"Yeah," You smiled. You, Harry and Camila are in the gym, sitting on the bleachers and eating. "How're the boys?"

The boys, as in Liam, Louis, Niall and Zayn.

"They're good," Harry said. "They said they wish they could see you, but they have families too."

"I understand," You said.

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"Did you guys know that Y/N has an older and hotter brother?" Dinah questioned.

"I thought you liked Camila?" Normani retorted. Dinah blushed at the thought of Camila, then stayed quiet.

"Who is he?" Ally murmured, looking at the same boy from earlier.

"That, Ally, is Troy." Lauren spoke. "Do you like him?"

"Don't know, but he's cute." Ally responded, looking away from him.

"I've seen him before, he's on the basketball team."

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"Hey Camila!"

Camila turned around, her back now facing her locker. In front of her was Austin Mahone, track star of the school.

"Oh, hey, Austin," Camila smiled at him. You watched from afar, also knowing that Austin has a small crush on Camila.

"H-hey uh," Austin cleared his throat. "Would you like to come to a party with me? It's at uhm, it's at Shawn's house."

"I'll think about it," Camila answered. "I might be busy, but I'll see if I can fit it in somewhere? What time and day?"

"Oh uh, this Friday and at 8," Austin said, staring down at the girl.

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"I'm sorry, Y/N," Harry sadly sighed. "But I had to go, now. It turns out they need me."

"It's okay," you said. "You have to defend the country, I get that. So, go save the world for me, big bro."

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You lied in your room, on the bed. You sighed, your head turning to the side, so you're now looking out the window.

You see Lauren dancing to a song, along with lip singing with a hair brush. She's wearing PJ shorts and a sweatshirt. Her hair is let down, flying back and forth as she head bangs.

You smiled, and you have to admit, that is cute. Lauren jumps onto her bed, then off of it, dancing around. She looked up, locking eyes with you.

Her eyes widen and she quickly threw her hair brush, it hitting the wall. The song still playing, Lauren stood still, then shyly waving at you.

You silently laughed, waving back at her. A faint blush appeared on Lauren's face as she goes and closes her curtain.

You laughed once more, before standing up.

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"Pleasee!" Camila begged.

"No, I don't do parties." You responded.

"Please please please! I'll do anything!" Camila got on her knees, hands clasped together.

You sighed, "Fine. But - no more butterfly princess every time you come into my room." You negotiated.

"Deal!"

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It was Friday night, and everybody was getting ready for the party. Well, you were sitting on your bed, looking between outfits.

You looked across your window to see Lauren, in a tight black dress and black heels. She had dark red lipstick on and her hair was let down. The black eyeliner made her green eyes pop out.

"Camila is here to save the day!" Camila barged into your room, wearing blue high-wasted jeans and a white crop top.

"Go ahead, tell me what to wear, please." You groaned, falling onto your bed.

Camila hummed in response, finding some clothes then throwing it at you.

"Put it on!"

After getting dress, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing black skinny jeans, a black crop top that revealed your stomach and black Doc Martens.

"No," you shook your head. "This is not me. This is a different person."

"Exactly! Now let's go!"

I have no way out of this, do I? You thought to yourself as you exited your room, camera and phone in hand.

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Music was playing throughout the house, and teenagers were dancing on the dance floor, grinding and twerking.

This was an unusual setting for you. You've never been to a party - except for sleepovers - but never with alcohol.

Shawn's house was huge. His parents are practically billionaires. Shawn Mendes is a nice guy, not like those rich and cocky guys.

You looked around, only to see Camila already gone.

"Of course," You muttered, then sighing and finding your way to the kitchen.

The kitchen isn't that crowded, only a few people there. You lifted yourself up onto the counter, crossing your legs.

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"I think I saw Camila enter!" Normani shouted over to the music. "Along with that girl, Y/N. She looked totally different."

Lauren turned to her friend, "How different did she look?" For some reason, Lauren to interest in you.

"Like, revealing some skin. I think she went into the kitchen."

Lauren nodded, pushing her way through people. A hand wraps around her wrist, just as she's about to enter the kitchen.

"L-Lauren!" Brad slurred, alcohol on his breath. "G-glad you could m-make it!"

"Yeah, let go of me, Brad." Lauren tried shrugging out of his grip, but he tightened it.

"N-no," Brad growled. "I-I w-want you. S-so I'm g-going to get what I want."

You sighed, your eyes scanning the house. You see Brad and Lauren talking - more like arguing. Brad tugged on Lauren's wrist, pulling her up the stairs.

You hopped off the counter, eyebrows knitted together. You followed them up the stairs.

"Help!" Lauren screamed, but Brad covered his hand over her mouth.

"Shut up, bitch!" Brad growled, pushing Lauren into a room.

Before he could close the door, your foot stepped between the door. You pushed it open, then pushing Brad off of Lauren.

"Leave her alone, dude!" You shouted at Brad. "Can't you see she doesn't want to be with you? Get out of here before I call the police!" Brad huffed, storming out of the room.

You turned around, facing Lauren.

"This is the second time, Jauregui. Don't let there be a third."

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edited: 1/2/17

-gracie