Messy- Fifth Harmony

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Lauren's POV

I keep telling myself that it's the last time I try to call Camila. I keep holding on to the notion that she finally realizes the mistake she's made and will pick up my call. I'm through with it, this IS the last call, the last text, the last everything, and then, she is out of my life for good. I just need to hear her voice one last time.

After minutes of staring at my screen, I click the call button and hole my phone up to my ear, for one last time.

Instead of the voicemail message that I have grown so used to, I am alarmed by a new voice. An automated message begins to play, "You have reached a phone number that is no longer in service for you."

Has she finally had enough with me? Did she block me? I don't know what to make of this, it's never crossed my mind that she would do that to me. Maybe she bought a new phone and got a new number, still, there's no way I can contact her...

She's moved on and I'm still stuck on her like a desperate little pest. I can't hear that message that I longed for so much.

My bedroom door crashes open, hitting the wall behind it. "Hey Lorenzo, just wanted to know if you wanted to get a bite to eat with Mani and I." I roll my eyes and use my usual simple reply, "No thanks." I have to remain courteous to her since she has been so nice to me through all these years, but she's really been getting on my nerves lately. In fact, everybody has, not just Dinah.

"Are you sure? You look kinda hungry, have you eaten anything today?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I can take care of myself, Dinah!" I finally snap, "Just go out with your girlfriend and leave me -" My phone starts ringing and I rush to see who it is. What if she is finally calling me back? What will she say? What will I say? It is an unknown caller, it could be her, so I am quick to answer, ignoring the fact that Dinah is now sitting next to me, trying to see who it is.

"Hello? Camila?" I ask with silence on the other side.

"Who is this?" A deep voice replies. A man's voice.

"Who are you and why are you calling me? If you're trying to sell me something, please spare me and take my name off your list."

"Ma'am, this is detective Batista from the Miami Metro Police Department. Please tell me your name."

"Lauren Jauregui, may I ask why you're calling?"

"I am working an ongoing investigation, can you tell me why you're calling Camila Cabello so frequently?"

"W-what does that have to do with anything?

"Answer the question, miss Jauregui, and we can get this over much quicker."

"She broke up with me over the phone and I haven't heard from her since. I just wanted to hear her voice and maybe get an explanation even though it was clear that she doesn't want to talk to me." The tears have finally reintroduced themselves in the corners of my eyes, I've been better at controlling my emotions recently and haven't cried in three days, that is until now.

Believe it or not, it feels good talking about it. I guess I should go back in to talk to my therapist, that could help me get over this.

"Okay, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I need you to come in for questioning. You may choose to have a lawyer present, whether that be personal or one we provide for you."

"What? Can you please tell me what this is about? Am I in trouble for something?"

"Miss Jauregui, Camila's body was just found. By the looks of it, the incident occurred a few weeks ago. As of right now, there are no persons-of-interest, but your persistent calling raised a red flag and I need to understand the situation."

And I thought I've already hit rock bottom. I did, this is me falling through rock bottom.

"I can come in tomorrow morning, if that's okay." I hear a response of agreement and end the call.I turn to Dinah, who appears to have heard the whole conversation.

"Lauren-" I didn't want her to say anything, I couldn't hear her say anything more because this can't be happening. My body starts shaking as the water falls out of my eyes. She grabs me into a hug.