Fifth Harmony Imagines/Preferences

She's Gone (Lauren Imagine)

Lauren POV

The second I walk through the door, I immediately know something's wrong. A feeling of dread starts building in my stomach and my heart drops seconds before I hear something drop in the kitchen.

"Y/N?"

The closer I get, the worse the feeling gets and when I finally make it into the kitchen, my heart drops even further. My girlfriend is standing in the middle of the room, her phone on the floor and I can hear how shaky her breathing's become. I have a feeling I know what happened, but I pray I'm wrong.

She flinches when my hand touches her shoulder but when she sees it's me, she doesn't hesitate to bury herself in my arms. Her heart's beating so fast I'm worried it'll give out; a tell that she's holding back tears. We stand there in the middle of the kitchen for what seems like hours, the only thing keeping me sane being her rapid heartbeat, until she finally speaks; voice rough with emotion. "She's gone..."

All of the air leaves my lungs. Y/N's aunt has been fighting cancer for about half a year and Y/N's been trying to visit her but already being behind in a couple of her classes and needing to work as much as possible to stay in school, she hasn't had a chance. God, she must feel horrible...

Warm droplets wet my shirt and her body starts to shake, my heart breaking because I know she's crying. My arms tighten around her and we sink to the ground, my back to the refrigerator as I pull Y/N into my lap. I wanna tell her it's gonna be okay, that she's in a better place and not suffering anymore, but it's like I can't get the words out. Rita was one of the only ones out of her aunts and uncles to accept our relationship and treat me like family. She was always there for Y/N and even paid part of her tuition her first year of college.

I feel tears start falling down my face as well, my heart breaking the more I think. I don't notice I'd zoned out until I feel a hand move the hair from my face. I see Y/N's tearstained face, a small smile on her lips and her Y/E/C eyes wet with tears. "You'll only make it worse by thinking too much. Cry once now, once at the rosary, once at the funeral, and then soldier on. She wouldn't want us to be sad she's finally with God."

Her aunt was very religious and wasn't afraid to die, knowing she'd finally be "going home" as she'd say. So, I kiss Y/N's forehead quickly and we cry for as long as we need to, right there on the kitchen floor in front of the refrigerator, because Y/N's right. She wouldn't want us to be sad she's in a better place, not suffering like she was here on Earth.

Sorry if you were looking for something happy and fluffy (though, this is kinda fluffy).  My aunt really has been fighting cancer and she lost on Tuesday so this is kinda like a venting imagine. I'll put up a happier one after this to counter the sadness.