It's Always You

12

Camilas POV

"Hey papi, how did you sleep" Dinah called out as loudly as she possibly could.

"Shut up God" I narrowed my eyes as I spoke, glaring at the girl sat at the breakfast bar.

"Calm down, might kill me with them eyes, papi" she paused before placing her spoon in her bowl "alright I'm sorry come sit down"

"Thank you"

"Where is Lauren anyway?"

"She went early, some label business, I don't know" I knew, of course I knew, For someone who seems to enjoy listening to what happens in my room, she's pretty terrible at it.

--flashback--

"What does that even mean?" Lauren quizzed as she pulled off the hoodie she had thrown on in order to watch the lion king with the girls.

"It means, I want to talk about it" I pressed, standing in front of the girl I proudly call my girlfriend.

"You want to drag it up? Now? It doesn't matter, does it? We got passed it, we moved on and we are here" Lauren raised her voice slightly, it was filled with annoyance as she made her way to the bed before I swiftly grabbed her arm.

"I'm not dragging it up, it's still there, it still annoys you" I clutched her wrist a little tighter  as she tried to pull her arm away "talk to me"

"There is nothing to say" she yanked her arm from my grip and climbed into the bed "goodnight"

"Lauren, don't do that, you always do that, you never talk about stuff that's bothering you, we can't have a relationship like this it doesn't work" I stopped myself as Laurens eyes locked with mine, hers were filled with the one emotion I hadn't seen for years, hurt.

"It doesn't work?" She sat up quickly, and dressed herself, the fastest I've ever seen her move "we don't work?"

"I didn't mean it like that, please, I-"

"You just said this doesn't work, because I don't express myself? Or my anger? Whatever, here's some fucking expression for you Camila, I'm over this, I'm over you, I'm done"

"Lauren-"

"Sh" she hushed me as she stormed out of the room, out of the house. Once again running from the issues at hand.

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"You gonna tell me what really happened? Or are you gonna stare off into space?" Dinah clapped her hands in front of my face repeatedly.

"I don't know space is nice"

"Ok Walz, talk to me, what happened between you two, I'm in need of some drama, come on hit me with it"

"Well she left, after I said some-"

"You said some nasty shit? You have no filter do you? What did you say?"

"You know if you let me finish?" I snapped slightly, like Dinah knew anything about what happened last night.

"Sorry I'll be quiet"

"Right. I said she needed to stop being closed off and talk about the stuff that bothers her" I tapped my fingers lightly against the bar as Dinahs eyes narrowed "I may have said our relationship doesn't work, in less words"

"There it is" Dinah patted the tops of my hands before squeezing them "what even started this argument?"

"Uh" I bit my lower lip, "maybe.. I said something about pictures and leaking" I muttered as quietly as possible.

"What? What did you say?"

"Leaking pictures"

"Mila! Why would you? Why would you drag something like that up? It's been like what? Ages? Years? You need to explain chica"

"It's not dragged up!" I yelled standing from the seat I had sat in "it's there all the fucking time, I just want to talk it out and move on but she won't, she can't, sometimes I wonder whether or not she actually accepts this relationship, sometimes I still feel like I'm 17 and I'm that dirty secret that Lauren Jauregui is keeping in her fucking closet, I'm sick of it Dinah, she talks about us when it suits her, she's public about us when it's suits her, I wanna go to the shop together? No that's a terrible idea, Lauren wants to go out for McDonald's, a quick stop and that's absolutely fine?!" I slammed my hands into the bar as I let out a long breath.

"Mila" Dinah stood up catching my gaze.

"No, I need her to understand but she won't, this is a relationship not Laurens fucking world"

"Mila" Dinah repeated, widening her eyes ever so slightly.

"We have problems like normal fucking people, we aren't perfect, she won't fucking listen to me"

"I hear you loud and clear" the raspy voice of Lauren croaked from behind me.

Shit.

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A/N: IM SORRY DONT HATE ME.