Oneshots and Other Assortments

Laurmani

A/N: Don't ask me where this came from I have no idea. 

Read and enjoy. :)

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Normani woke with a pounding head, a bright light forcing its way past her eyelids, and a weight pressed against her chest. "The fuck?" she mumbled.

A groan made her clench her eyes and the pounding in her head worsen. "Don't talk. My head hurts."

Normani's eyes opened at the familiar, if raspier than usual, voice. "Lauren? What the fuck?"

Lauren huffed. "I said stop talking."

"Why the hell are you in my room? Where's Ally?"

The younger girl turned over with a tired glare. "You are terrible at accepting directions." She rubbed a hand across her face and sighed. She stopped after a moment and yelped. "I'm naked." After a quick glance at the older girl she gasped. "We're both naked. What the fuck happened?"

Normani frowned, pulling the blanket up to cover her torso before screaming. "What the fuck is this?!" she asked as she held out her left hand, a silver band on her ring finger.

Lauren glanced at her own hand. "Oh fuck, oh no, oh fuck, fuck, fuck." She looked up at the older girl with wide eyes. "Did we just become a fucking cliche?"

"Where's my phone? There has to be something to tell us what happened last night, right?"

Lauren sat up on her arms and looked over the edge of the bed. "I found our clothes."

Normani slid out of bed, dragging the blanket with her, and searched through the pile of clothing. She sighed in relief when she found her phone, and quickly unlocked it. She spent a few minutes looking through her camera roll and social media before dropping her phone and swearing. "I'm going to fucking kill Dinah."

Lauren quirked a brow in confusion. "What does Dinah have to do with this?"

"She posted a picture of us last night. Hashtagged 'Laurmani Wedding'."

"What the fuck?"

Normani quickly grabbed clothes discarded on the floor, not bothering to look at what she was putting on, and stormed out the door, ignoring Lauren's calls. She marched to the door across the hall and slammed her fist against the wood. "Dinah Jane Hansen, open this door before I decided to actually murder you," she growled.

Lauren stood at the doorway of her and Normani's room just as Dinah opened the door with a mischievous smirk. "So you guys do wear each other's clothes."

The dark skinned girl glanced down and rolled her eyes, finally noticing she had grabbed Lauren's shirt in her haste to get across the hall. "What the hell did you do?"

"If you're talking about that instagram post, I actually don't recall making it. You looked cute. Lauser making heart eyes at you and all."

"Dinah, don't antagonize them," Ally said as she appeared in the doorway, a t-shirt too long to be hers covering her torso. "There's already mass hysteria on social media."

Normani swore and rubbed her hands over her face. "Just how much did we drink last night?"

Dinah smirked. "Enough you two ended up married, and Ally and I had the best sex ever."

Lauren wrinkled her nose. "Ew. Didn't need to hear that."

The younger girl shrugged unapologetically. "I'm sure the two of you had mind blowing sex, too. Especially because Lauren was pretty much in your lap the entire night, Mani."