Roses

5

Don't let fame get to you. It happens to everyone, Justin Bieber became a pot smoking, gang member. Some people don't change as much, like Kylie Jenner, all she did was completely change her look. I'd rather not change into someone worse. Changing into a better person is my goal. Someone who became better, which is hard to believe she wasn't perfect in the first place, is Lauren Jauregui. She donates to charities, sings to fans, and is just a loving, cute, person.

And here I was holding this amazing person in my arms. We definitely didn't want to jump in too fast, that's how most fights start. I started to hum Miss Moving On, just to get a glare and a playful smack on my hand.

"Ouch!" I said, even though she couldn't hurt a fly.

"Oh my god y/n I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to hurt. Let me see it," she said stepping back and grabbing my arm, making me lose the balance I hardly had. I tumbled into her arms hitting my foot against the ground.

"Now that actually hurt," I squeaked. "I'll be ok though." I say using Lauren to regain balance on my good foot, while Normani and Ally grabbed my crutches and placed them underneath my arms. "Thanks guys."

"It's all good klutz!" Camila said, still sitting next to the couch, flipping through channels.

We then spent the rest of the day watching Gossip Girl. It was good, other than the fact that Camila knew every word of every episode, and wanted to make sure the whole neighborhood knew. It was starting to get late when Lauren whispered something in my ears

"Hey Y/n/n, can I sleep over?"

"Sure"

She nodded and scooted closer to me. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Hey Y/n thanks for not kicking us out today, we had a ton of fun, but I think we should head out. Lauren, you staying?" Dinah asked. Lauren nodded.

The three girls headed out realised they were missing someone, came back in and pulled Camila, who managed to entangle herself around my arm, off and pull her out the door. 

"WAIT I FORGOT SOMETHING!!" She yelled fighting back. Normani groaned and let the small girl go. Camila ran over, jumped over the couch, planted a kiss on my cheek, jumped back over the couch and ran out yelling "SORRY LAUREN SHES A CRIPPLE AND SHE NEEDED A BOOST!!START. THE. CAR. NOWW!"

It was 4 months since we first started dating. Lauren was sitting on my bed, looking through my book of sketches.

"Who's that?" She asked pointing to a drawing of two people. I looked over, saw what she was looking at and answered, "Lauren, meet my parents, or at least them 5 years ago. It's the last picture I have with them and I wanted to draw it."

She nodded and turned the page. "No wait don't look at tha-" I said jumping on top of her trying to turn the page before she can see it. Knowing she had the advantages in strength and height, she pulled me off, turned the page back over, and took it in.

"Is this me?" She asked with a smirk.

"Uh, maybe. Maybe not. Why, does it look like you? Ok yes it is," I mumbled.

"It's good, can I have it?" She asked. I nodded and she ripped the page out carefully, folded it, then put it in her pocket. I don't usually hand out drawings because they most likely mean something to me that most people don't understand, but Lauren was different. I'd do anything to see her happy. That was my favorite drawing, but she was my favorite person.

"How long does it take you to draw these?" She asked.

"30 minutes."

"Is it hard?"