The Make Up [Lauren Jauregui/G!P You]

Chapter 1~~ The Questions Stage

Y/N's POV:

Two weeks, about 25 interviews of me saying the same 'Lauren and I are taking a break, not a break up', and about 30 interviews of me saying the same 'Ariana and I are just friends' later, and I'm still breaking inside. I honestly wish I could just sit around and mope, but of course, I have a job. Which of course, is choreographing dancers, including Lauren and the rest of Fifth Harmony. Every time I show up to rehearsals, I get the same treatment from Lauren. She acts like I don't exist, like I meant nothing to her, like she doesn't care anymore. Did she ever care? Shut up Y/N, of course she did. If she didn't she wouldn't of reacted the way she did two weeks ago. 

"Y/N, its time to go." My manager and bestfriend, Y/BF, tells me as she also snaps me out of my thoughts. I stare at her for a few seconds before shaking my head and looking down. I nod at her, and stand up, grabbing my dance bag. I look back up to see her looking at me with sympathy, something I don't enjoy. I send her a look and she quickly changes her facial expression to a neutral one, giving me a small smile. "Ready?" She asks me and I nod, deciding on not speaking. She sighs and turns around, walking me out my house. The same house Lauren left me in. 

"You know, you cant be stuck on her forever, Y/NN." She says and I sigh, knowing she's right. I would let her go, break up with her officially and say I've had enough. But I told her I'd wait as long as possible, and I love her too much to let that go and leave her. She might've left me, but she left her heart with me, and I simply cant find the guts to give it back to her and never see her again. "I know, Y/BF, but I cant leave her, knowing I told her I'd wait as long as possible." I say and she just sighs and nods, knowing that she'll only get that response out of me every time. 

"Okay Y/N." She says and looks back at me with a small grin before looking back and continuing our walk to the van. Once we reach the van, we both get in and greet my bodyguards. Once the greeting session is over, we start the ride to the venue and I take my headphones and phone out. I connect my earbuds to my phone and turn on my music, leaning my head against the glass and silently watching as we drive to the venue. 

*Skip Drive*

We arrive at the venue, and everyone else gets out before they let me out since paps and fans are already here. They lead me to the entrance and I just smile and nod at the paps and fans, wanting to stop and take pictures and stuff but they just make me continue walking. Now, you're probably wondering, why are people so fond of you? You're only a professional dancer, not a big celeb. But that's the thing, I am a big celeb.

 I don't just dance, I also write songs. For example, I co-wrote Shawn Mendes's song Roses. I helped co-write Work From Home. I co-wrote Bruno Mar's song Uptown Funk and the list goes on. I would sing and start a professional singer career, but I just don't have the time to change my future right now. I'm choreographing for Fifth Harmony's upcoming tour 7/27, so I couldn't start my own career if I tried, I just wouldn't have time for it.

Anyways, I get out of my head as Y/BF opens the door for me to enter the studio size dancing room. I thank her and look around, seeing all of the Fifth Harmony girls here, except Lauren. "Hey girls." I greet them and they look up and smile at me with a wave. "Hey Y/NN!" They say back in unison and I chuckle at them, placing my dance bag on the table. I start setting everything up as I decide to ask the question. "Where's Lauren?" I ask and look up for a split second to see the girls looking at me, but I look back down and continue setting up. "She left with Tyrone, they'll be back soon." Dinah says, saying Ty Dolla $ign's name in slight disgust. (No hate for Ty, I don't actually have anything against him anymore to be honest. If Lauren's happy, we should all be happy for her. She can handle herself, if you think Ty is against what Lauren stands for and supports, than let her handle it, she's smart enough. Periodt. Sorry for the rant, carry on.)