Where Lauren is jealous of you and Camila.
(y/n)'s p.o.v.
you are cuddled up with camila on the couch, as normani slips a disc into the television's movie player.
your girlfriend, lauren, is currently in the bedroom, getting changed out of her uncomfortable clothing from the performance into something cozier. the other three girls are huddled up at the opposite end of the sofa together.
camila slides her arm around your waist, and you instinctively place your head into her chest, just the way you liked to do it with lauren. she begins to play with your hair, and you sigh. your best friend knew you in and out, through your strengths as well as your flaws. camila wraps her fingers, one by one, around each strand of your wavy hair. you snake your arms around her lower back, the gap between your bodies closing in, but only in a strictly friendly way, of course.
lauren walks into the room, scanning her eyes for you. when she sees you nestled into camila's chest, she frowns, furrowing her eyebrows.
"dinah!" she whines, provoking a frustrated normani to silence her as the movie was rolling by.
"what?" dinah whisper-shouts, and temporarily stops stroking ally's hair.
you straighten up out of camila's hold, turning around to observe your girlfriend, and trying to see if she would come over by your spot on the couch.
"cuddle!" lauren demands furiously, making dinah groan, but she still complies.
dinah scoots over, and lauren barely manages to sit on the sofa, so she ends up sitting half on dinah's lap and half on the sofa. she snuggles into the polynesian, twisting and twirling her blonde locks.
"go cuddle (y/n)! you're being annoying." dinah says loud enough.
lauren shakes her head. you attempt to make eye contact with her, but it fails.
your eyes begin to brim with the upcoming stream of tears. your breaths become more frequent as you gasp for air.
past problems in the relationships that you had previously been a part of had made you anxious, scared, and suspicious at every little but innocent action.
camila senses your change in body language and movement, and wraps an arm around your side protectively.
"look at me." she instructs, and you pull away from the embrace, your orbs mixing with her chocolaty brown ones.
"calm down." she continues, placing one hand on your back as you roll onto your stomach as you face her.
you are lost for words."she doesn't love-"
camila hushes you, ruffling your hair slowly, the way she did before, and it soothes you. however, you are still overcome with emotion, and a single tear rolls down your cheek. from the side of your eye, you observe normani nudging lauren, and the rest of them looking at you with concern flashing in their eyes.
camila whispers into your ear, "she's just trying to make you jealous, because she's jealous."
you blink. "jealous of who?"
she laughs, her breath tickling the back of your neck. "us, dork."
your mouth forms an 'o' in understanding. camila wipes the tears away from your eyes, flicking the salty solution from your cheek with the touch of her thumb. she smiles down at you, and you rest your head on her shoulder.
two could play at that game, but you weren't going to waste your time at it.
your eyes begin to droop, and you sigh sleepily.
camila's body feels way different than lauren's, but you could cope with it for the night. she is stiff at first as she accepts you further into the embrace as you start to drift off, but soon continues the slow strokes of her hand against your back and neck.
"go to sleep, bubba." she says.
camila peers over slyly at lauren, who wears a grumpy expression on her face as dinah's attention is diverted to the movie.
"the notebook" had been playing for the past fifteen minutes, from where the girls had left off yesterday- and that was one of camila's favorite movies of all time. however, as the two characters kissed passionately in the rain, camila experienced a certain guilt. the guilt that she had taken (y/n) away from lauren.
"cami?" you question in a small voice, and look upwards to find an engrossed camila tearing up.
when she notices you staring, she raises her eyebrows inquisitively. "yeah?"
you stifle a yawn.
"could you tell lauren i said goodnight, and also that... also that i love her?"
camila nods. "okay."
"okay." you reply, watching the sweet smile creep up on your best friend's face, because you know she's a sucker for anything linked to the popular and ground-breaking john green novel.
camila gives you a peck on the cheek, before you settle in for the night. there are a few muffled whispers and the ambient noise from the television, but you drown them out.
soon, you are fast asleep.
lauren's p.o.v.
i begin to feel uncomfortable in the position i share with dinah. her arms are wrapped around my waist, but it just doesn't feel the same. was i hoping it would?
i glance over at my beautiful girlfriend, still jealous that she was sleeping contently in camila's arms.
i am aware that (y/n) wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt me, and i also know for a fact that camila and her are just best friends. the reason i doubted her was probably because i was too insecure myself.
camila looks over at me, a tinge of worry in her eyes. she signals for me to come closer to them, and reluctantly, i do, leaving dinah behind as she rants about how free she feels now that the burden of my weight has been taken off of her.
"(y/n) said goodnight and 'i love you'," she whispers to me, and my breath hitches.
"can i take her upstairs?" i murmur, and camila nods.
"you don't need my permission, she's your girlfriend, lauren." camila replies.
i acknowledge her response, a feeling of regret surpassing my mind.
"just don't pretend anymore." she continues, and even though i don't know what exactly she means, i know she doesn't want me to hurt (y/n) more than she's already been in the past.
i carry my girlfriend upstairs, bridal style, and place her on the bed.
"goodnight." i whisper, followed by an "i love you, too."
(y/n) seems to wake up partially because she rubs her eyes gently, batting her eyelids to get used to the dim lighting.
"lo?" she asks, sleepily looking up at me.
"yeah?" i retort.
and she clarifies... "only you."
