Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Meeting the Parents

"I think it's time for me to meet your parents," Lauren shared. Y/N stared at Lauren for a while before shaking her head. Lauren pouted. "What? Why not?" she whined.

"I have a homophobic family, Laur," Y/N explained for the thousandth time.

"Please? Just call them. Ask if they want to have dinner with us. If they don't, then we won't ever have dinner with them. Or any meal. But if they say yes, please, let's have dinner with them. Besides, you're their daughter, they should love you for who you are," Lauren countered.

Y/N groaned and nodded. She took her phone from the bed stand and called her mom.

"Hey mom. -- Yeah. -- Yeah. -- I'm fine. No! God, mom! I'm not that low! You know what, stop criticizing me, please? I called to ask if you and dad wanted to have dinner with Lauren and I but I think you wouldn't want to be bothered. -- Wait, really? -- No! -- Okay. -- 6 PM tomorrow? --we'll see you then. -- Bye, mom!" Y/N finished. She put down her phone and looked unenthusiastically at Lauren. "We're having dinner with my parents tomorrow at 6 PM."

Lauren jumped up and raised her fist in the air in triumph. "YES! See! Told you they would want to meet us!"

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"Bambi, you ready?" Y/N called out. She calls Lauren Bambi because when Lauren's drunk, she becomes the clumsiest human being on Earth. Kinda like Bambi. So that's where Bambi came from.

"Can you come up here?" Lauren yelled from their bedroom. Y/N goes up the stairs to see Lauren dressed in a cute yet formal dress. She's holding two pairs of heels. Y/N raised her eyebrow to ask what she wanted. "Red or black?" Lauren asked.

"Black," Y/N answered quickly. She instantly strapped on her heels and grabbed her purse and her keys.

"I'm ready," Lauren stated.

The whole drive to Y/N's parents' house, Y/N's leg was bouncing up and down, indicating that she's nervous. Lauren placed her right hand on Y/N's thigh, making her stop bouncing. "Babe, stop. This is making me anxious. And I'm hardly ever anxious," Lauren told her. Y/N nodded and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

When they arrived, Y/N knocked three times. Was three too much? Was that too slow? Was that too fast? Oh God, what will her dad say. When Y/N was young, her dad will always teach her the proper way of knocking. She seemed to never get it right, because she always gets hit on the head.

"Y/N. I see you've arrived," Y/N's mom, Cherry, said. She checked her watch. "Ten minutes late." Cherry pursed her lips. Another thing about Y/N's parents is that they highly hate tardiness.

"Sorry. There was just so much traffic and-" Y/N started to explain nervously but shut up when her mom held up her hand. Lauren watched the interaction with a slight frown, hating how Y/N's mom is treating her own daughter.

Cherry turned to Lauren with a wide, fake smile. "Hi! I'm Cherry, Y/N's mother. You must be Lauren," Cherry introduced herself and extended her arm out for a hand shake.

Lauren reciprocated and smiled politely at the woman. "Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. Yes, I am Lauren. Nice to finally meet you," Lauren greeted.

"The feeling's mutual," Cherry said sarcastically and broke up their handshake. She wiped her hand on her dress before letting the two girls in.

"Jon? They're here," Cherry announced.

"Y/N! After several years, we finally see each other again!" Y/N's father greeted.

"Yeah, hi," Y/N replied nervously.

"Ah! You must be Lauren!" Jon turned to the Cuban.

"Yep! It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Y/L/N," Lauren greeted and held her hand out for a handshake. Jon returned it.

"Good shake, good shake," he said with fake enthusiasm and led the two girls to the dining. "Please, sit."

Lauren and Y/N took seats next to each other. Lauren offered to help with the preparation and setting the table, but Cherry declined politely.

Jon and Lauren instantly got into a conversation about soccer. Jon was quite the soccer fan. When Y/N was younger, she'd hear him and her brother yelling at the TV screen in the middle of the night because they're watching a live game that's being held at Barcelona or Madrid or something.

While eating, Lauren and Cherry got into a conversation about recipes of Cuban food and other dishes that Lauren makes. They also started to talk about Lauren's schooling and how she's doing in college. If you didn't know Y/N's parents, you would think that they were hitting it off. But they're not. Cherry and Jon are just faking it. And Y/N knows that. Lauren doesn't.

Lauren looked so happy while talking to Y/N's parents. It was a nice sight to see. She was smiling and laughing at everything. It broke Y/N's heart as she thought of what Lauren would look like if Y/N told her that they still don't like Lauren.

After dinner, Y/N asked Lauren to wait outside so that she can talk to her parents alone.

"Okay, cut the crap. Tell me what you actually think about her," Y/N told her parents, arms crossed and all.

"To start off, she's still a girl, Y/N," Cherry started. Y/N rolled her eyes and groaned. Cherry continued. "She's okay, I guess. She seems sweet. But she's still a girl."

"I still don't like her," Jon said straightforwardly.

"Seriously, guys? Just because she's a girl?" Y/N complained.

They started to get in an argument about the LGBT people and all that. Lauren could hear the yelling from outside. She didn't know if she interrupt or just wait outside.

"YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU AND YOUR HOMOPHOBIA! I DON'T  EVEN CARE ANYMORE! DO WHATEVER! JUST STAY OUT OF MY LIFE AND LAUREN'S LIFE. DON'T GO AROUND GETTING IN GAY PEOPLE'S BUSINESS AS WELL! I THOUGHT YOU WOULD ACTUALLY BE DECENT BUT APPARENTLY I WAS WRONG, YET AGAIN. I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THAT YOU GUYS ARE WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO CALL MY PARENTS! I AM ASHAMED TO HAVE YOU TO CALL AS PARENTS! GO FUCK YOURSELVES!" Y/N straight out yelled. She stormed out of the house, grabbed Lauren's hand and led them to the car. She sat down in the passenger seat and Lauren sat down in the driver's seat, glancing at Y/N once in a while.

"Drive." Y/N ordered. And Lauren drove. Halfway through the way, tears spilled out of Y/N's eyes. She cried quietly and looked out of the window. She pulled her legs up and hugged her legs, resting her head on her knees.

When they got home, Lauren parked the car and rushed to Y/N's side. She carried her into the house and put her down on their bed. They just sat there, Y/N bawling her eyes out and Lauren holding her tightly.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."