It's Always You

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A/N: This is the longest chapter I have ever written lol but enjoy- I have not proof read bc I'm lazy af

Laurens POV

People need each other, to survive they need each other. Primal instincts, sex for example, as fun as it is alone, another person thrown into the mix, more fun. That's apparently my problem? According to several media outlets I have a sex addiction? Maybe when it comes to Camila, but can I be blamed in that respect?

In the view of the public; I allegedly have a lot of time on my hands, enough to sneak away and party, and have sex with random strangers. This may be old fashioned but heading home to Camila, whether it be my own home or hers, after sneaking away to fuck someone? That is a tiny bit disrespectful, wouldn't you say? At this moment we completely ignore the fact that she's a psycho and if I ever cheated she'd probably cut my fingers off, no not probably, she would.

I think throwing away someone as beautiful as her is crazy, her generosity is rare, kindness, heck her weirdness is rare, she's too precious, a precious princess, my precious princess. One that has an annoying habit of reading these stupid things and then proceeding to start arguments but she's hot when she's angry so can I really complain?

Like right now, we sit here in silence because apparently I posses all the answers to what she's forcing me to look at. Lauren Jauregui beds another stripper. WHERE?! I'm what universe? I'm another event of what is happening to me right now, laughing, yes; something I shouldn't be doing but yet here I am.

What's crazy?

She's laughing too and now I'm confused.

"I hate you sometimes" Camila uttered as she wiped the tear that had spilled for her eye, from laughing so much "These things, they trigger me, for a moment, you know"

"I get my psychopath back for a second"

It's always good to know she's aware that these are bullshit, it's why we work so well, it's why she's my official unofficial fiancée, and on that detailed note.

"Can we go now?" I quizzed as I stood, pulling her up with me "I mean, it's getting late and all"

Within a few seconds of fake consideration, we set off, black Range Rover, blacked out windows, the necessity. A special necessity when it comes to being chased down by paparazzi, that was not part of the plan.

"Oh this is exciting, never a dull day in the land of Lauren" Camila breathed out as she rolled down her window, taking the opportunity to stick her head out. Unnecessary.

"What are you doing? Are you a dog?"

"Whatever you want me to be Lauren, would it please you? Me acting like a dog?" My breath hitched in my throats at her words. Unnecessary.

Silence rung through the space inside the car, a smirk settled on my face as I placed one of my hands on the inside of her thigh, drawing small circles with my index finger, I'm sure she was smirking too, I would be able to see if she's wasn't hanging out the window.

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Camila and I lost the paparazzi. We spent the hour after it just driving, driving, teasing, laughing, everything you could do in a small confined space, well almost everything.

After our hour that was over way too fast, we arrived at the original destination, the place I had planned on bringing her, it wasn't Miami, but it was our New York place. As painstakingly long it may be to get over to staten island sometimes, we are here now, here at the pier or rather beneath it? On the beach beside it? A beach? Cliche I know, in Miami we have the park, behind the park, a selection of high rocks, just off of yet another beach but it's technically not a beach so it does not count.