Wanted➣ Lauren/You Fanfiction

|28| "Tell Her You Love Her Too."

Well, you asked for it.
I'm apologizing now...just know that I love you😘
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Lauren has never felt her heart be broken by someone she didn't know held it. Who has experienced that? It's crazy to think that someone who once meant so little to you means so much to you now. It's not that Y/N meant nothing to Lauren, it's just that Lauren didn't know how much she meant to her until now. You don't realize what you have until you don't have it.

"We'll get to her, don't worry." Camila set her hand on Lauren's shoulder. Lauren wiped her tears quickly, still staring out of the window. Camila brings her hand back down to her side, sighing quietly before looking at Dinah. Dinah only gestured with her hand to relax, but Camila couldn't. The thought alone of Lauren loving someone else scared her.

It wasn't a surprise to Camila when she read Y/N's letter, she figured she was in love with Lauren. It was obvious in her eyes, and whenever she saw Y/N look at Lauren with a smile, the love radiated off of her. That's why Camila was always careful whenever she was with Lauren. Camila always made sure not to be affectionate around Y/N, because Camila knew how it was to see the person you love with someone else.

"Did you finish reading the letter?" Camila couldn't help but ask, she saw Lauren shake her head no. Camila reached for it in her hand, unfolded it and flattened it out the best she could to get rid of the wrinkles. She grabbed Lauren's hand and made her hold onto it."You should." She whispered quietly, turning in her seat to look out the window of the car.

"How far is the train station?" Lauren's broken voice was heard only seconds later. The girls glanced at the driver, he told them maybe about thirty more minutes and they would be there. Lauren hated how he was smiling, but she knew he didn't know the situation so she ignored it and lifted the paper up to continue reading it. She sniffled, starting to reading from the beginning.

Camila's heart clenched as she watched tears roll down Lauren's cheeks. She sighed quietly to herself, forcing herself to look away. How would Y/N react if she knew Lauren was crying because of her? Camila thought, shaking her head at herself. She glanced back at Lauren again, watching another tear roll down her cheek, another came to mind. Maybe for her.

As Lauren continued reading, she could hear Y/N's voice. She can even hear her say the lyrics, Lauren felt her heart break when she read The 1975 part of the letter. Lauren drops the letter down from her vision, running her hand through her hair then wiping her tears away. She glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, remembering that day they stayed up the whole night just talking about jewelry.

"I have a necklace with my name on it." Y/N told her, shrugging as they both stared up at the ceiling. Lauren cuddled closer to her, allowing Y/N to wrap her arms around the green eyed girl. Lauren took it as an opportunity to rest her head on the younger girl's chest.

"But you don't wear it?" Lauren questioned when she noticed Y/N didn't have anything around her neck.

The younger girl scrunched her nose up, shaking her head."No. I hate wearing jewelry. I don't know, it makes me uncomfortable."

"Then how will you do it when you get married?" Lauren questioned curiously.

The younger girl smiled at the thought,"I'd probably get a tattoo of her initials on my ring finger." She said happily, Lauren smiled widely at that. She loved that idea, she hid her face in the crook of the younger girl's neck and sighed contently. Y/N felt her heartbeat speed up, but continued to run her fingers through Lauren's hair."What about you? What kind of ring are you..." she held back a sigh."...getting Camila?"

Lauren's eyes, that were shut, shot opened and remembered about her. How the hell could she forget the girl she is in love with? To be fair, whenever Lauren is with Y/N, for some reason, she forgets about everyone and everything in the world. Her main focus is on Y/N. Just like Y/N's focus is on Lauren.