Lauren Jauregui Imagines

motherlove

this is based off the song motherlove by bea miller and is also very short im sorry!

You woke up due to your phone's ringtone sounding loudly in the bedroom. You opened your eyes, met with overwhelming darkness as they adjusted. You grumbled, reaching over your nightstand to pick up your phone.

"Hello," You answered irritated and groggy, not looking at the caller ID.

"(Y/N)! Hey, babe. Wanna come over?" A raspy voice responded.

"Lauren?" You pulled the phone away to look at the caller, confirming that it was, in fact, Lauren. "Lauren, what the fuck? Why are you calling me at," you pulled it away again to look at the time, "Three in the fucking morning?"

She laughed, and it made you angry.

"C'mon, babe. Come over so we can have some fun!" She giggled and the double meaning in her tone was very clear.

"L-Lauren, are you drunk?" You hissed, your frustration and sleep getting to you.

"What? No! Baby, I just miss you."

You brought your hand to your forehead, sliding it down to pinch at the bridge of your nose.

"Lauren. We," you sighed. "We broke up weeks ago. Please, Lauren. Let me sleep." And with that you hung up, not giving her a chance to speak as you put your phone on silent and went back to sleep.

You heard the vibration on the nightstand but left it as you drifted back to sleep.

The next day you woke up to three missed calls from Lauren, all about thirty to forty minutes apart from each other, and one voicemail.

You opened your phone, quickly going to your voicemails, holding your finger above the one that said 'Lauren' for a split second before clicking it. You held it up to your ear and heard... panting?

A small whine of the word, shit followed. You furrowed your eyebrows, but kept on listening.

"Fuck, (Y/N). Fuck, (Y/N) please!" She exclaimed and you quickly moved the phone away from your ear, your heart hammering in your chest.

"What the fuck? What the fuck?" You whispered to yourself.

Lauren had always been adventurous and wild, even when you were dating, but never like this. This was new. Sure, you had sexted sometimes, maybe even teased each other over the phone, but that's when you guys were together. This was new.

You started at your phone with wide eyes, suddenly getting nervous.

"What the fuck?" You whispered once more, locking your phone.

You heard it ring in your hand and you jumped, seeing your screen flashing with Lauren's name. You answered, but didn't say anything.

"Hey, baby – "

"What the fuck?" You cut her off, saying the expression at full volume now.

She laughed, and you were angry again.

"I see you got my voicemail?" She asked with a mischievous tone.

"Yeah. I got it, Lauren. What the fuck was that for?" You heart was beating fast again, but mostly out of anger now.

"Just to show you how much i miss you," You could hear the smirk in her voice.

"I-if you aren't drunk... God, Lauren. Are you high? Were you throughout the night?"

Again, she laughed. "No, (Y/N)! Baby. I just wanna be with you. Under you, on top of you. Baby, I just wanna make love to you," She spoke with a sultry tone in her voice.

"Lauren!" You said in shock. "I don't- That's not a good idea."

She hummed, "Maybe not. Doesn't mean we shouldn't do it. Might just be the key to rekindling our relationship."

That hit you with a wave of hurt. Was sex really what she saw as the key to your relationship.

"Fuck you, Lauren. Stop calling me," You spat out through gritted teeth, ending the call before she could give some snide remark.

As soon as you hung up, the ringtone sounded again. You rolled your eyes, throwing your phone absentmindedly, staring at the ceiling as you calmed yourself down.

Don't call me just because you have nobody else.
You're desperate and full of shit, boy, I can tell.
Don't call me just because you have nobody else.
I'd rather lay in bed and motherlove myself