Lauren Jauregui Imagines |ABANDONED|

Eating Ice

So, Y/N Y/L/N is my girlfriend. Yeah, a movie star dating a singer, mistake. That's what people said seven years ago when Y/N accidentally outed us during an interview. But Y/N has this...habit, and it drives me insane, she's had it since before her and I started dating, and according to people who worked with her growing up, she's always had this habit. I just don't get it. She's always eating ice. Always, when she finishes a drink with ice in it, she eats it, sometimes she gets a cup of ice just to eat it. Or when we're on a road trip together, the most annoying thing about those trips is her constant stops to fill her cup with ice again, so I always drive and I always send Y/N's cups to Dinah's place before we leave for a road trip. There's sunflower seeds for that, least then you won't look insane.

"Y/N! Babe! I'm home! I call out into our apartment and sigh when I hear that stupid sound of ice being eaten in the living room. I set my bag down and walk to the doorway of the living room and lean against it, looking at Y/N as she lays on the couch, only in a sports bra and boxers as she watches a movie. "Okay, if in two months, you haven't stopped with that stupid  habit of eating ice, I'm going to find you some type of help that'll make sure you stop."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a problem with something I've done my entire life." Y/N says, glaring over at me.

"Well, it didn't until your dentist pulled me to the side, five years ago, and told me that you need to stop, and I told you, and look at you, still fucking doing it!" I yell and she sits up.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She asks and I huff.

"You! You're my god damn problem! I seem to be the only one of us two concerned about what that habit is doing to you!" I say and she scoffs.

"So do something about it!" She says, shoving me against the wall, with her hand just below my throat.

"Y/F/N. Get the fuck off of me now." I growl to Y/N who smirks down at me.

"Aw, but Lolo." Y/N fake pouts, pressing me against the wall harder than she was already before walking off toward the bedroom. I huff at her and grab her cup and throw it into the sink.

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"Whoa, Laur, what happened?" Normani asks, stopping me from slipping my shirt on after our performance on Ellen. I look down at the bruise Y/N's hand left on my chest from where she pressed me into the wall, and sigh.

"Nothing, Mani." I say and Mani looks at me.

"Lauren." She warns and I roll my eyes, pulling my shirt down.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine. I'm alive."

"Did Y/N do it?"

"We were arguing."

"So you think you deserved it." Normani says and I point at her.

"I never said that. I said that we were in an argument."

"But you didn't say that you didn't."

"But I didn't, but in her eyes, I probably did." I say and shake my head, pulling my hair up into a pony tail because it's hot outside today, and I planned to lay outside by the pool at my new house. Yeah, I moved out, if she was going to blow off those appointments I made to maybe help her get over whatever's going on for her to feel the need to eat ice constantly to get rid of whatever's going on, then I'm not going to be around it. Ice is her version of heroin. It's like she's addicted to it. And after what she did to me for trying to help her last week, then she can deal with her shit by herself. As I'm gathering my things to head home, I look at my phone as I get a call and sigh when I get a call from Y/N. The first since the argument, but decide to ignore it as I get into my car and drove to my house. When I got into the entry way, I set everything down and went to my room to change into something I wouldn't get heatstroke in and went outside and laid on one of the lounge chairs and looked at my phone as I got another Y/N, right, thought I was forgetting to do something. I answer it and hear her sigh.