Lauren Jauregui Imagines

She thinks your cheating (part 1)

It was almost night time when she got home, like all other times. You had been waiting forever. She said at 7pm, but she didn't get home until 10:30pm. You understood, though, it was hard work and she had a lot to do, you couldn't be mad at her for something like this. You were happy she still gave you all the time she could and that Lauren actually tried to keep your relation up and good at the same time as she worked on the next album.

You knew it was hard, but you loved her with all your heart and you know she loved you, so you could make it through. You knew it. You heard the door open downstairs and you put her – since you were at Lauren's place – laptop down on the bed before tumbling out the bed to greet her as you heard her come up the stairs.

She had promised you dinner and a romantic night, but with being late three hours, you could understand if all she wanted was to sleep it out. You could take it again another day. You had been putting a lot of nights together aside when she'd been out late with the girls or recording, but you kept your smile because you knew she tried and that was all you needed. As long as she wanted you, you wanted her.

"Lauren!" you mumbled, smiling softly up at her as she stopped at the sight of you through the door. "I knew we said dinner, but you didn't come home, so I put it all in the fridge, you can just-"

"No."

Your words died out and you frowned slightly, meeting her eyes. It looked like she'd been crying, eyes teary and a slight red colour, and hands clenched into fists at her sides. She was staring at you, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" you asked carefully, reaching out with one hand, but as she took a step back to avoid it, you quickly pulled it back to your chest like you'd been burned, and looked up at her again, eyes wide of surprise.

"Lauren...? She shook her head. "Please, do you have someone to stay at tonight?" "Yeah, of course", you mumbled, taking a small step closer to her, "are you okay? Did something happen?" "Did something happen?!" she suddenly exploded, throwing both arms in the air, and you quickly backed in to the wall, both in surprise and a sudden fear. Lauren never yelled at you.

Never.

"You tell me, huh? Did something happen?" She was basically growling, taking a step closer, and you pressed your back against the wall. "I saw the pictures!" "What pictures?" you mumbled quietly, but then you realised you had no reason to be scared of her, you knew she would never ever hurt you. "The pictures of you kissing that girl."

You tried to process her  words, you tried to understand, but no explanation came up in your mind. "I- what are you talking about?" Just like she'd been preparing what happened, she shoved her phone up in front of you face, revealing a picture of just what she said – you kissing someone else. It was in a crowd, but the space around you were mysteriously enough empty, and you had your hands in someone else's hair – kind of? They were more placed on top in some weird way, and your bodies were pressed together just like your lips were.

You knew exactly what is was. "Lauren , that's photo shopped", you said, "I haven't done that." "Please", she almost laughed, "right, that's what I guess you'd say, but there's more. Fuck, there's about ten more pictures of you with this girl that day. Who is she?" "I've never seen her before", you answered honestly, "Lauren , please, listen to me, they're all fake. You know yourself I would never-"

"All the hours I've been gone extra, what have you been doing? My ass that you've been sitting around waiting all night!" You stared at her, eyes wider than before, and you could barely form any words. "Are you accusing me of cheating of you?" "Seems like I am", Lauren crossed her arms over her chest.

"You think I would cheat on you?" "I've been spending a lot of time out with the girls after recording-" "That's what you've been doing?" you suddenly exclaimed, because what?!

Lauren hesitated now, "what?" "You've been out with the girls? Doing what, drinking, clubbing, that's why you always come home wanting to sleep while I've been sitting up all fucking night waiting for you to return, making dinner just as we promised each other, waiting for you to give me more than eating my food, a kiss and a good night?"

"I haven't been fucking cheating on you!" Lauren as good as yelled. "How would I know?! I've been sitting and waiting for you because I thought you were late because of the album and actually working! If I knew you were out having fun I would be too!" "So you would go out cheating on me, huh?"

You crossed your arms, "are you admitting you cheated on me, Lauren ?" She stared at you, brows furrowed deeply, "what? No, I would never do that! Unless someone else in here, I have fucking proof, don't even try to deny it! I want you out of here!" "They're fake!"

"Y/n!"

"Fine! I'm out of here, you're too inside your own box, Lauren! I would never, ever cheat on you and you know it! If you break us up because of photo shopped pictures, I want you to google how to know if a picture is fake or not and if you change your stupid mind, get back to me!"

"Fine!"

"For all I know", you almost growled at her, going back into the room, grabbing your bag with clothes, a charger and other basic things you had brought to her place before stepping up next to her again, "have you been doing the same, while I've been sitting home waiting for your ass to come home, all you've been doing is been out with your band and drinking and clubbing instead of coming home to me and keeping your promise about dinner."

"For all I know", Lauren shouted after you as you rushed down the stairs, already texting a warning to your best friend, telling her you'll be over soon, "have you been screwing around with other people!"

You slammed the door behind you, tears forming in your eyes as you ran down the street.