Fifth Harmony Imagines

L.M.J.: Take Backs

This might be it for tonight y'all.

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Your P.O.V.

"Y/N, where's my shirt?"

Lauren bursted through the bathroom door, body wrapped in a fluffy white towel, rummaging through her drawers. Her skin was dripping with the water; my eyes wandered down her frame, not being able to resist the curve of her ass.

"Stop staring at my ass."

"I wasn't."

"Uh-huh."

The Cuban shook her head, running a hand through her damp hair. She was probably looking for her black "The 1975" T-shirt that she wore at least twice a week. Honestly, she had a strange attachment to it.

I think it's because I wore it so much before we started dating, but Lauren would never admit that.

"Seriously, Y/N, have you seen it? Y'know, the black one I always wear?" Lauren still hadn't turned around, literally tearing her dresser apart trying to find it.

She moved to the closet, shoving hangers left and right, a frustrated groan leaving her lips at the failure. "Fuck, where the hell is it?!"

"Check the laundry room." Lauren snapped her fingers, thanking me quickly before running out the room. I laughed loudly at her obliviousness, relaxing into the bed.

Frustrated Lauren's cute as hell.

"It wasn't there." She whined, entering the bedroom again, face planting onto the bed. The Cuban began mumbling into the blankets, vocalizing her irritation. It was funny, I admit, but I think she's had enough.

"Baby."

"What, Y/N?" The green-eyed girl looked up at me confused, scrunching her eyebrows adorably.

I gestured to the shirt that clung to my body, snuggling into the soft material with Lauren's comforting scent on it.

"Oh my god, Y/N. Why didn't you say anything?" I shrugged, pulling the blanket over my bare thighs. Lauren was staring, my foot nudging her side to get her attention.

"You're the one staring now, babe." She poked her tongue out at me, moving to sit up on the bed.

"Baby, I need my shirt."

"You have others. Get one of 'em."

She pouted, crossing her arms over the towel. "I'm serious, Y/N, I wanna wear it today."

I groaned, shaking my head stubbornly. "But it's comfy. I don't wanna change." Lauren continued to glare at me, while I smiled cheekily at her.

She couldn't resist my cuteness.

"Fine."

The Cuban flipped her hair to one side, crawling towards me, the towel slowly slipping downwards, breasts almost exposed.

"Then I'll just make you give it back."

Yanking the blanket away from my naked lower half, Lauren straddled my hips, releasing her hold on the towel, letting it fall away.

My eyes widened at the sight of her beautiful, porcelain skin, toned stomach, thick thighs. Fuck, how is she so perfect?

"Eyes up here, honey." She tipped my chin up with a single finger, eyes already darkened to a dangerous grey, a smirk playing on the edges of those pink lips.

My eyes lingered on them, teeth involuntarily sinking into my own. A low groan came from the other girl, before she gripped my neck and cheeks, pushing our lips together roughly, successfully pulling my teeth away.

"Don't fucking bite your lip." She panted, yanking harder on it, a low moan coming from my throat.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do."

She laughed darkly, shaking her head at my poor attempt to be intimidating. "Oh, baby girl. I'm gonna make you give me that shirt one way or another."

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