Save Me (Halren)

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Lauren's POV
I walk down the street, wondering if I'll ever see her again. Most likely I would because we're both super famous but who knows what the future holds. I sigh as I come to an intersection and stop, waiting for the light to turn red so I can walk across. By now it's​ starting to get dark as the sun goes down and the paparazzi had given up and left, Halsey seemed to hate talking about the paparazzi. Anyways, I felt something I have never felt before when I was around her. It was a feeling almost like I was in paradise. I don't know why or how this feeling came about but I guess I don't mind it... I kind of like it which makes me wish I could've gotten her number or something.
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"So... What was the paparazzi like today? Any Camren?" Camila asks me as she takes a seat beside me on the couch. I sigh and shrug my shoulders thinking about how many times Camren got brought up but then I think of Halsey. She saved me from the paparazzi and she told me she's fine but I know she's not. The paparazzi is like her enemy, out to get her.

"Laur...?" I hear Camila trying to get me to answer the question as I snap out of my thoughts.

"S-sorry. Um, there's always Camren but as I was trying to get through the crowd, I bumped into Halsey and we talked for a bit." Her eyebrows raised at the mention of Halsey making me giggle.

"Halsey?"

"Yeah. She was super nice and everything, I wish I would've gotten her number or something. She seemed like she hated the paparazzi even more than I do." I say. She nods her head as I lean back against the couch.

"I don't even think that's possible..." Camila mutters under her breath just loud enough for me to hear. I look over at her with a look of wonder on my face as I ask,

"Don't think what's possible?"

"The fact that Halsey hates the paparazzi more than you do." She responds. I just simply nod my head.

"Yeah, but for some reason she can't stand them. When I ran into her, she actually got pushed by the paparazzi and fell into me but since I was walking so fast, I knocked her down. She then got pushed into me a second time by them after I had helped her up. It's like the paparazzi hate her instead of love her, I don't know." I say looking into Camila's eyes but for some reason only seeing her, Halsey. I don't know why or how I got this way. I knew her for about an hour, not even and now all I want is just to be right in front of her again to catch her when she gets knocked over. She wasn't like every other normal, most boring human being. If we're all the same boring creatures then Halsey would be like an alien to us all but in a good way. Interesting, different, but even just the way people treat her, like she doesn't matter or she's a threat. To me, she's an amazing celebrity with a taste in fashion considering her blue hair that I love and she's also just another human being believe it or not so why was she getting pushed by the people? What did they have against her? Did they even have anything against her in the first place?

I could sense the tension coming from her. I just hope she's okay and I didn't hurt her, if I did I would feel so guilty because it was my fault for making her fall. I was running too fast without even looking to see what was in front of me. I sigh and don't even notice I say it out loud until I stop. "I'm sorry, Halsey. I am such an idiot for not being any more careful. Sorry."

(2 days later)
Halsey's POV
Please save me. I don't care who... Well right now I would prefer Lauren. I guess I kind of miss her. Her wonderful smell of perfume along with her sparkling green eyes and charcoal black hair but that's not all about her that I miss. It's her personality and then the feeling that came along with her kindness. I remember when she reached out to help me up and our hands touched, I felt a some soft of spark. Then when I got shoved into her a second time, I was trying to hold back a smile because we were so close and she just had this magical sort of energy coming off of her. I know I'll have to walk through all the cameras soon without her and soon would be now. I don't know why but my brain is trying to tell me that I want Lauren here to catch me if I fall again because of the paparazzi. I shake off the feeling knowing I need to focus on taking a step in my heels and to not trip. The doors open and I follow my body gaurd outside as I swallow a lump in my throat hearing the cheers of all the people and they aren't exactly happy cheers either. I lift my dress up a little as I step down the steps. The only reason I'm in a dress and high heels is because I'm going on a date. You wouldn't ever find me in high heels on any normal occasion. I carefully am able to make it down all the steps, now I just need to make it to the limo.

"Hey Halsey!" I try not to listen to the chants but something's telling me to.

"Where are you going?"

"What happened between you and Lauren Jauregui?" I sigh knowing they would ask about her. I still don't respond but listen in even more to hear what they have to say about me.

"Maybe she was showing her how to purge every time after she eats."

"Lauren must've been telling her to lose a few pounds."

"Fat." At that word, someone shoves me and it causes me to fall into air, not arms like I need. Lauren's not here to catch me like she did before. I'm all alone and the next thing I know is I can feel an aching pain in my foot.

"She doesn't deserve all this attention." I hear someone say.

"You're right, I don't." I mutter getting up off the ground and holding in the tears threatening to flow down my face like a waterfall.