The Twitter Scandal - Jauregui

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"You're still here?!" I heard a exhausted Lauren Jauregui say as she walked down the stairs. "Don't just stare at it answer it," I was so deep into my thoughts that I hadn't even remembered my phone was ringing. Quickly glancing at Lauren I picked up the phone "Y/N! Finally, look--" I hung up at the sound of her voice, fuck I just picked up Kendall. "Was that her?" I furrowed my eyebrows, and looked down at my recent call history and nodded. "What did she say?" Lauren asked and I shrugged "who cares." I said emotionless and reached over for my jacket before standing up to leave.

"Where are you going?" I looked behind me "where else?" I said laughing and I walked out the door, quickly looking around I didn't notice any paparazzi  so I hopped in my car and left. "You can't leave without keys," I heard Lauren say — I patted my front pocket, nothing.

"Look I'm sorry, I really am. I believe you."

I couldn't believe her, really I can't the way her lip curled up after the way she looked away ignoring my eyes. I knew she just wanted something — I got better at seeing people while I was in jail. "No you don't." I said starting the engine and driving away.

< flashback >

"Kendall stop!" I whispered giggling — she had been tickling, her breath stank of alcohol but I knew mine did too — "shush," she continued as she got very close. "I-I can't breathe" I said after laughing too much, she finally stopped "I've never met someone so ticklish before!" She giggled "well fuck that's embarrassing," she laughed — "you know your brothers not ticklish," my smile faded as I lifted the beer bottle up to my lips. She's dating my brother but now he's across the world — not on some world tour he's not a singer he's a manages in modeling he's a manager.

"Yeah, he's tough."

She cuddled up to me — I loved the warmth of her body, and the way we laid perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. "I miss him," she sighed — "hey don't be sad, a beautiful girl like you can't make a pout work," I said trying to cheer her up — my brother and I were super close, he was my only sibling — we told each other everything we'd always talk about girls...ever since I told him I liked them.

"Pout," she demanded — I pouted and she laughed, I extended my pout widely and she continued to.

"What you don't like my pout?!" I said pretending as if I were really offended – she shook her head because she was still laughing and couldn't manage letting out any words. "Your so cute," she said after she stoped and my cheeks felt warm — her left hand wrapped around my waist...then her left leg. She looked me in the eyes — I looked anywhere to escape her brown eyes. Yet they lost their fight.

I was lost in a daze.

Her face got closer.

Her lips inches from mine.

Her arms around my neck.

She kissed me, I let her — I was going to regret this but I kept going — back and forth like tug of war. One kiss lead to another which lead to another and lead to another — next thing I know I wake up next to her — naked...