Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 24

A/N: New York, New York...well the first hour or so that they are back. They will deal with Lauren's mom and how things go when the words gets out. Hope you all enjoy this. Also, a huge thank you to everyone who reviewed the fic and followed me. So, thank you.

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"My little town blues," Camila began singing as Lauren whistled the instrumental while the three women walked through the airport to claim their baggage. "Are melting away. I'm gonna make a brand new start of it, in old New York." Lauren elbowed her mother, emphasizing the truth in the lyrics. "If I can make it there, I'd make it anywhere. It's up to you New York, New York."

"Girls, people are staring." Clara warned, tucking her hair behind her ear in embarrassment, glancing around to the hordes of people walking back with quick peeks over their shoulders.

"Mom's never been to New York before." Lauren informed the diva as they intertwined their fingers. "She doesn't realize that two people singing in an airport is much closer to normal than most of the things you'll see on the streets."

"We will have to take her to Time Square to see the naked cowboy." Camila suggested before breaking into a hysterical laughter with Lauren as Clara's eyes widened.

"I can't decide if being around you two is going to make me feel younger, or simply put me in an early grave."

"Guaranteed to be one of those." Lauren stated as they reached the baggage carousel and distant giggles filled the air. Lauren looked around and spied a group of your girls staring at Camila. "Hey, Baby. Your fan club is here."

Camila looked around and as soon as her eyes met theirs, they ran forward to get her autograph. Lauren released the diva's hand and smiled broadly as she watched Camila do her thing and Clara looked on in awe. She knew Camila was successful, but still wasn't expecting that.

"Can you take a picture of us?" One squealing girl asked.

Lauren beamed. "Of course." This was Camila's dream. Everything she had ever wanted, and to get a taste of it amazed Lauren even more. Once they were done and over the shock of meeting the star and retreated back to their spots, the overwhelmed diva grasped the photographer's hand again. "I love it when they do that, but at the same time, on my goodness, it's nerve racking."

"Just breath." Lauren reminded her with a kiss on the top of the head. "Just breath." The diva wrapped her arms around Lauren's torso and the raven haired woman  pulled her in close, glancing to her mother as they held each other. Clara looked nervously at the two women and then quickly around, expecting an uproar of protest or dirty looks, but nothing happened. "Mom, you're in New York now, not Miami. People don't care here."

Clara smiled lightly as the information sank in. Their actions weren't something they were going to censor anymore. They didn't care if they were drawing attention to themselves. "What about them." She nodded behind Lauren and Camila who turned their heads without breaking apart to see the group of fans pointing and smiling at them, a few taking pictures.

"They don't seem to mind either." Camila remarked as she rested her head against Lauren chest, loving the freedom of being open and seeing supportive and interested looks on her fans' faces. She just hoped everyone else would have the same reaction.

They were taking separate taxis home. Camila said she needed to talk with Margaret about everything as soon as possible and Lauren wanted to get her mother back to her apartment and settled a little bit, but that they would meet up later for diner. Despite their later plans, Camila wouldn't let go of the raven haired woman.

"I have had you with me every day for the last five days and now you're leaving me."

Lauren rolled her eyes. "You are such the drama queen. I'll see you in just a few hours. Go talk to Margaret and then come over. We can got out for diner from there. Do what you have to do. That's the only thing keeping us apart right now."