LMJ Imagines

What About Us?

My girlfriend, Lauren, and I have been together since she went onto the X-factor and was put into the group Fifth Harmony. I have and will always support her through the fame and glory.

Sometimes, it became a little unbearable and the pressure would get to Lauren, meaning she would have an anxiety attack. But she never complained, because, well, it was her dream to become what she's always wanted to be. It worries me sometimes, when she gets cooped up and doesn't talk about her issues or her thoughts.

One thing that I've always admired about her though, is the way she never let herself change. Like most people do when they think they've finally hit the top and they stop caring. Almost as if saying 'Well, I've made it. So what's the point of trying anymore?', and they turn into some drug addicts, alcoholics, etc. Lauren didn't want to be like that, and she kept her promise to me; to never change and never let the fame get to her. She has stayed her happy, little, jellybean self.

But lately, I've felt like we've become more distant. And I scares me, honestly.

Becoming distant with someone you love, hurts because you don't know what's going through they're head, so you're left in the dark. No one likes to be left in the dark. For all you know, the person you love could be lying to you and you wouldn't even notice because you're blinded by the love you have for them. The scary thing about being blinded by love is not noticing the pain that they're making you feel, the wrong that they're making you do, the hurt that they are making you cause other people close to you. But you still don't notice. Because what you feel for them is such a strong emotion.

I have been on tour with Lauren and the girls for the past few months, Lauren not wanting to leave me behind in Florida. We've just arrived in New York, and the city lights lit it up like a christmas tree.

I was in the living room of the hotel room when Lauren had stormed into the hotel room angrily, slamming the door and marching into our room and slamming that door too.

Not long afterwards, the rest of the girls came rushing in, "Lauren!" Dinah yelled, the girls not noticing me on the couch.

I stood up, putting my book down. "What happened?"

All four heads snapped in my direction, some faces going into worry, fear, and pity. I didn't like that look.

"Y/n! We didn't see you there! How ya been girl? God, your hair looks great! Did you do something different to it? Your eyebrows is on flee-" Dinah rambled on nervously.

"Dinah! Can you tell me what happened?!" I yelled, growing frustrated.

They all took a glance at each other before Dinah spoke again, "Y/n, you might want to sit down." So I did, I sat down, ready to listen. "I'm sure you've noticed how Lauren has become so distant. So us being the great best friends we are, we confronted her about it. The girls and I can see the pain it causes you, Y/n."

I sat there, slightly dumbfounded, taking all of her words in. "What did she say?"

Dinah hesitated, "Well, this is where I think you should go talk to her about it. It's really not my business to tell." She gave a sympathetic smile.

Looking around the room, I found the rest of the girls nodding their heads with same sad smile as Dinah. I let out a huff of air before getting up and walking to my bedroom, where Lauren was currently taking a shower.

When I entered the room, clothes were sprawled out all over the floor and bed. Which surprised me because Lauren had major OCD. I started folding up my clothes and putting them back in my suitcase.

I sat on the bed, silently waiting for Lauren to come out of the restroom. Lauren came out wrapped in a towel with small water droplets falling from her hair.

"Hey." I greeted quietly.

"Hey." Her face staying as cold as ice. Monotone voice and stiff movements. She walked around the room gathering her undergarments and clothes before putting them on in what seemed to be a rush.

"Why are you rushing? And where are you going at this time?" I asked standing up now with my arms crossed over my chest.

Lauren scoffed, "Because I can. And why do you care?".

A look of disbelief washed over my face, "What the hell do you mean 'why do you care?', Lauren? Because you're my girlfriend! That's why I care!".

"Well, you shouldn't care, it's not like it's important." She said as she brushed some hair out of her face.

"What is your problem? Huh? You've been acting like this ever since we got here, Lauren. I don't get it. Have I done something wrong? What is bothering you?" I yelled loudly, which seemed to make her angry.

"Nothing is wrong! Just learn how to mind your own damn business, Y/n. Do you know how clingy you've been since we've gotten here? Don't you know how annoying that is?-"

"What the hell ever happened to 'what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine'?"

"That stopped as soon as I found someone else!" She yelled. Her face slightly red from yelling. Then, she seemed to have realized what she had said, a look of guilt flashing over her face.

"What?" My voice shaky from disbelief.

Lauren looked down in what seemed to be shame. Her hair covering parts of her face.

"Lauren, tell me you're lying." I paused and watched her intently, "Please. Tell me you're fucking lying!". She shook her head slowly. "Are you fucking kidding me? We've been together for 4 fucking years, Lauren! And you want to throw that all away for someone you just met? What about us?" My voice quivered from me almost being in tears.

"I'm sorry, Y/n."

I let out a humorless laugh, "Wow, that's all you have to say?" Lauren didn't even look up at me and stayed silent. "Wow." I said again before grabbing the rest of my stuff and beginning to shove them into my suitcase.

Only then, did she look at me, "What are you doing?". She asked.

"Packing."

"Why?" Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh I don't know Lauren." Sarcasm dripping heavily in my voice. "I just found out my ex girlfriend of 4 years had cheated on me! I'm not staying here, Lauren. I'm not going to stay here and look like a dumbass!" I yelled at her, just as I finished packing.

Grabbing my jacket from the coat rack, I stomped out of the room with my keys and suitcase in hand.

"Y/n." Lauren called after me.

"What? What do you want, Lauren? Haven't you hurt me enough?" I yelled, the tears stinging my eyes.

Lauren stayed quiet. Watching my eyes as the tears ran down my cheeks like miniature waterfalls.

"That's what I thought. Don't call me or text me. You hear me?" My voice scratchy. She nodded silently.

I looked towards the girls who were all sitting on the couch and waved goodbye to them before opening the door and leaving.

Halfway down the hallway, I heard a loud scream and something that sounded like glass, crash into the ground.

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