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Mr. Brightside ☆

Warning: Low-key / implied sexual content.

Prompt: lauren is sad, about camaustin, and she and camila fight over it. and ended up kissing ans stuff.

After Jingle Ball, I was sitting on the edge of the balcony, my legs dangling off. I was feeling so terrible. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so sad before. The whole day, every advance I had made towards Camila was ignored. Because she was too busy paying attention to that stupid loser Austin. And I didn't understand what I'd done for Camila to suddenly ignore me like that. Was I not cute enough? Or had she finally made her mind up about her confused sexuality we'd had so many conversations about. How could she just throw me away after all we'd been through?

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't waiting for Camila to return from her little date. I didn't know why she agreed to go out with him anyway. I knew they wouldn't last long, and I knew that they barely knew each other enough to consider this a proper date, or to be able to say they were a thing. But my heart hurt so much. It was so excruciating. Knowing I was finally coming out of my shell, and coming to terms with who, and what, I was... to have everything ripped from my hands...

As the car pulled up in the parking lot, I recognised them immediately. By the looks of it, they hadn't noticed me though. I could see the two of them in the front seat. Camila was wearing an adorable black dress that I'd never seen before. She'd obviously gone shopping especially for the occasion. Which for some reason made me mad, because not only did she ignore me all day, but she also didn't even bother asking my opinion of what she was going to wear on her first date. Some best friend she was.

Austin had the window rolled down. He was wearing one of those stupid snapbacks I'd stopped wearing ever since I saw him wearing one. He had a cigarette in his hand. I didn't think he'd be the kind of person to smoke. The rest of Fifth Harmony and I had always said we would never smoke because of the health risks and the risk of damaging our vocals. But he obviously didn't care about it. And obviously, neither did Camila. She took it from him and took a drag, exhaling the smoke calmly. How could she? How could she do that? How could he do that to her?

He threw the butt out the window and turned to her. And my heart felt like it was literally torn out of my chest. She leaned in to kiss him! She was kissing him! She was... she was touching him! He was touching her! Why was this happening? Why couldn't I run inside and hide? I was crying, I was crying so much. I'm sure if I could have made any noise at that given moment, I would have been howling. I felt like I was going to fall, straight off the edge of the balcony, straight onto the hard pavement below me. And I felt like I didn't give a shit if that were to happen.

He was touching her. She was red in the face and smiling like an idiot. The way that I made her smile for so long. The way we'd smile together. When we together. Me and her. Not Camila and Austin. As if the kiss wasn't bad enough, how did it turn out like this? How was this happening? My mind was racing so fast. Her hands were all over his chest, and within a few moments he was taking off her dress and...

I let myself go. Straight off of the edge of the balcony. And everything seemed to go in slow motion though I was falling faster than the tears streaming down my face. And as I watched the grey sky above me, I fell to my death. I could hear the screams. So much screaming from the little girl I knew as my best friend. Her foot-prints trudged through the bloody snow as she approached my body. So much crying. So much screaming.

"Lauren! Lauren!"

I sat up quickly, my throat aching from screaming so loud. I screamed for another moment, remembering my body hitting the cold ground below the balcony, and remembering the dark red blood that seeped from my skull, and the way Camila trudged through the sticky red snow to get to my limp body... The lamps were on, either side of the hotel bed, giving the room some dim lighting, but I had obviously fallen asleep on the couch in Camila's room. The sad-looking girl was sitting beside me, holding my hand in hers.

"Lauren!" she said carefully, brushing my hair out of my face, "Lauren, it's okay. It's okay," she said, her eyes filling with tears, purely because she was so frightened. I wrapped my arms around her neck and started to sob. She was still mine. She was still pure and innocent, and my little Camila.

"N-nightmare..." I whispered, my voice breaking as she ran her fingers through my long locks.

"Tell me..." she whispered back, nuzzling into my neck.

So I told her. I told a lot of the details minus the ones including me being madly in love with her, explaining that I really didn't understand why I'd be dreaming such a thing in the first place. And I apologized for dreaming about her, especially in such a situation.

"Well... you just have to deal with the fact that... I'm going to get a boyfriend Lauren. It might even be Austin. And I'm going to have my first kiss. And I'm going to lose my virginity, sooner or later. That didn't sound like a very nice dream. But you have to stop mothering me. I'm okay. I'm not stupid..." she said, pulling away from the hug.

I whined at the loss of contact and sighed as she got to her feet, "I didn't mean to have this dream and... you don't understand, I'm not mothering you. You don't understand, Camila, I don't think you're stupid, I just want to—"

"No, Lauren. You need to stop acting like such a child. You're always getting jealous whenever I pay attention to anyone other than yourself. You're being childish and selfish, and it's getting real tiring. So please, just... let me have my own life. And stop focusing on me," she said quickly, obviously having a go with the way I was acting, not just then, not just in my dream, but over the past few weeks, months even.

"Camila, just shut up for a second!" I snapped, getting to my feet and wiping the tears away from my eyes, "Just shut up! You're meant to be my friend. You're supposed to be understanding. You're not meant to dig at me like this."

"See, that's where you're wrong. The world doesn't revolve around you, like you think it does..."

But before she finished her sentence, I'd already smothered her lips with my own. I was officially her first kiss. She didn't even have to joke about it anymore. She was slightly shocked with my sudden action, but in a way I could tell she saw it coming. She exhaled deeply through her nose as I edged her mouth open slightly, deepening the kiss as I wrapped my arms around her body. And she quickly complied, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me back. After a few long moments, I pulled away and buried my face in her neck. And words weren't really needed. Because as she hugged me tightly and rubbed my back reassuringly, I knew she knew what I was trying to say. And I knew she forgave me.