Lauren Jauregui Imagines

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"Honey, I'm homeeeee!" Lauren yelled out. We specifically choose to say those three words when we get home, just because it's so cheesy and cliché. I heard the sound of keys and footsteps as the door closed.

"Living room!" I announced, so she could come to me.

I paused the Friends episode that I was watching and looked at Lauren. She had her hair up. It looks cute on her. She's sporting her infamous red flannel and black skinny jeans and worn out Converse. She only had to record songs today so she dressed as casual as she can. No make up, whatsoever. "Hi, baby," Lauren greeted with the cutest smile ever and pecked my lips.

I smiled back and kissed her again, slowly and longer this time. "Hi."

"How was your day?" I asked her curiously. She started cuddling up to me and she snuggled her head on my neck.

"Tiring." She let out a small sigh. "But it was fun, as always. Ally had her boyfriend bring us pizza and-"

I cut her off, "Did you eat some?" I asked her.

She shook her head, "I told you, Y/N, I'm on a diet."

I rolled my eyes but let her continue her story.

"So they had pizza and Ally and Troy literally would not stop flirting. It was cute but also kind of ~ugh~ to watch because it's like watching your sister flirt with a boy. I understand why Dinah and Normani make fun of us when we're all lovey-dovey together," she smiled. I pecked her lips. "I like it when we're lovey dovey together."

"So, what have you been up to the whole day?" she asks me.

"Literally nothing. I have no homework, no exams, no projects to work on. Literally and absolutely nothing, except for watching like, half of Friends already," I answered before grabbing a slice from the pizza I ordered for lunch.

"You watched a whole 5 seasons?" she asked me, also while eyeing my pizza hungrily.

"Technically I watched around 4 and a half, but yeah, you can say 5," I told her. She was about to open her mouth to talk again but as soon as her mouth was open, I shoved the pizza into her mouth. It's been a while since she's had pizza and I know she misses it. One slice won't make her any less beautiful, right?

She groaned and shoved my shoulder. After she finished the pizza in her mouth, she continued talking. "You finished 4 and a half season?! Babe, are you sure you have nothing else to do with your life right now?" she asked me.

"Hey!" I pushed her shoulder lightly. "Stop questioning my life choices!" I defended myself.

"Whatever, babe." She grabbed the pizza slice in my hand before getting off the couch and into our room.

"I can watch as much as I want, party pooper," I mumbled under my breath.