Lauren Jauregui Imagines

She thinks your cheating (part 2)

Two days. Two whole days, 48 hours and not even a message from your girlfriend- ex? Ally had texted, asked if something was wrong, and you told her exactly what happen, to which she replied ah, I'll talk to her.

That was over 24 hours ago. Nice talking, Ally.

You knew you shouldn't have rushed out that easily, you should have showed her yourself that they were fake, but in the heat of the moment, it was so much more than accusations of cheating. It was about her leaving you behind and breaking her promises to go out clubbing and do God knows what.

Not that you cared.

Or well, yeah you did. A lot, actually. You wanted her to be honest, tell you everything that had happened and everything that she'd been lying about. You needed honesty, but that wouldn't happen as long as she thought you were cheating.

It was yesterday you yourself had found the pictures of you with this other girl (who you didn't even know), and the fans were literally going insane. Some of them thought you were cheating on her, and other's thought you had broken up, but the biggest amount of fans knew they were fake. They knew you and Photoshop good enough to know that.

You just wished Lauren did the same.

You groaned, scrolling through your twitter again. It was really confusing, not knowing what to write or what to do, if you were supposed to answer someone or tell the world you were innocent. But on the other hand, writing out you hadn't cheated on twitter was probably something a cheater would say too, so you didn't.

Instead, you went with the easy one. "Google how to spot a photo shopped picture, please. Thanks." "If you know me, or just know a little bit about me, you would know I'd never stab someone in the back." You never wrote out or spoke directly to Lauren , but you knew they all understood. Camila had been the one writing out when your friend is being problematic on twitter, and when you sent a quick text about it, she just answered with a :/ face.

The thing was, you had never experienced anything like that before, and you didn't know what to do. She was the one accusing you of cheating, and if she did find out that they were fake and took in what you told her about lying, she should be the one coming to you. But on the other hand, if she really believed you cheated on her, you had to go to her.

That's why you met in the middle. It was three days after you left her house, you got the text.

I wanna talk to you if you're okay with that.

You hesitated for a moment. Were you okay with that?

If you're gonna accuse me of cheating again you can go to hell.

I wanna say sorry.

Should you give it a try? Yeah.

Where you wanna meet?

My place?

Be over in 40.

Nice.

Nice.

And that was that. No emoji's, no smiley faces or x's or anything. Just your empty texting. In all honesty, you could have made in 20 minutes, but you didn't wanna seem desperate or like you'd been sitting there, waiting for him to contact you (which was exactly what you had been doing for three days).

46 minutes later, you drove up outside his house. You had been getting your car the first day out of the house because it was something you needed to make it around where you lived. You glanced down at the clock. 7:06pm.

You stepped out of the car, fixing you hair quickly in the mirror, before knocking on the door once, twice, three times. For a while, silence fell, and you started to think she had just been screwing with you, but then the door swung open with so much power you took a step back in surprise.

You expected an angry Lauren screaming at you, but instead, she was standing there, panic filling her eyes, though they did soften a little when they saw you. "You don't mind waiting a while, do you?" was the first words Lauren told you". You followed the movement with your eyes.

"What's the smell?" you frowned, breathing in deeply before wrinkling your nose, "it stinks, what have you been doing?" "Dinner", Lauren mumbled, "or, tried to. Thought the smell would disperse before you got here. Pizza is on it's way, if you haven't eaten already?"

"Haven't", you mumbled, walking in to the house, careful not to touch her on the way past her body. You were pleased with the fact that she failed totally with doing dinner, but you decided just not to mention it."What's your plan then, Lauren? We're having pizza and everything's fine between us?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and she shook her head. "No, not at all- I..." She breathed in, "can we take this in the living room?" You nodded and didn't wait for her to show the way. Your eyes zoomed in on your favourite place on the couch, but this time, you chose the other side, just because you could. If Lauren noticed it, she didn't mention anything.

Instead, she just sat down next to you, hiding her face in her hands. "Y/n, I'm sorry." You nodded slowly. "Yeah?" "I googled it, and I talked to the other four, and they told me it was fake and I found out and found both original pictures and-" She breathed in deeply before continuing, "I'm sorry. I overreacted, I thought you were gonna break up with me, that you found someone else, but I didn't wanna be dumped, I didn't wanna go through that heartbreak, so when I found those pictures they were a way to blame you instead of blaming everything on myself."

"Why would you think that?"

"I thought you were being distant, but it wasn't you. It was me. I thought you had grown tired of me not always able to be with you and my annoying habits and everything, I was just really convinced for some reason." "I didn't do anything wrong", you mumbled, staring down at the floor, her words slowly processing through your mind. "You didn't. I was an idiot and I'm so fucking sorry, if you can forgive me." You shrugged. "I don't know. Why did you wait three whole days to talk to me?"

Lauren sighed, sadness clear in his voice. "I didn't know what to say or what to do, but I had to do something and I realised the only thing I can actually do is talk to you so here we are." "Here we are", you repeated, "you know I was at home every night waiting for you?"

Her eyes went to the floor, ashamed. "I know. Sometimes I forgot about our plans, but other times I don't know, I just-" "You'll tell me next time, right?" "There won't be a next time." You looked up again, staring at her. "What you mean?" you asked sharply, "are you actually breaking up with-" "I am terrible with words", Lauren groaned, holding her hand out for you to take it, and after a moment of hesitation, you reached out, intertwining her fingers with yours. You had missed the warmth. "I meant that when we say we're doing something, we're doing it. And if you wanna come to the studio, you're super welcome, I'd love to have you there, and if you feel down and you want me to stay home, they boys will understand. Y/n, I love you. So much, and I'm so fucking sorry for all this and I promise I will try my absolute best to make this work, to make us work, because I can't bare losing you."

You nodded, blinking up at her. "Okay", you mumbled. Lauren was still staring. "Okay as in okay I forgive you or okay but I don't care?" "I'm just saying we better not have this conversation again." You could see her shoulders relaxing before loosing her hand to wrap both arms around you. "I'm gonna try way better than before, I promise", she mumbled against your neck, breath tickling you slightly. You shivered, nodding against her shoulder.

"You better not accuse me of anything this bullshit again or I will leave, Lauren ." "I know, I won't. I promise." "Good." "I love you, y/n", she whispered, "I never meant it to be like this. I hate fighting with you. I'm so sorry for all this." "I forgive you", you whispered back because yeah, you did. Maybe you wouldn't forget it very quickly, but you could forgive her, "I love you too, Lauren."

She leaned back, cupping your face in her hands, pressing your lips together in an ever so soft kiss.