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

Chapter 14: The "These Girls" Stage

Last Time On 'The Make Up'...

"Well, you know how you've been wanting an arena tour and everything?" He asks through the phone and I perch up on the couch at the question. What is he on about? "Yes... Why does that matter? The album isn't out yet and it's not even close to it's release date." I say and he chuckles on the other line. I can practically see his smirk. "Well, that's the thing. We have a little change in plans. But this time, I think you might like it. A lot." He says and my breath hitches. The hell is that supposed to mean?

Y/N's POV:

"And that is?" I ask, my anxiety kicking in as the line goes silent for a couple seconds. But it feels like hours. "Pull the release date from in a month to in five days because we've got you set up for a world tour!" He finally announces and I gasp, almost dropping my phone in shock. I can feel tears building up and I fumble to put the phone back up to my ear.

 "A-are you s-serious?!" I ask, not completely believing what he's saying. "Very." He says back with a chuckle and I let out a sob of complete and utter happiness. "What the fuck?! How?! Why?! When?! I cant fucking handle this." I say, flopping back onto the couch as I try to fix my erratic breathing and calm myself down.

"I made a couple phone calls a couple days ago but I wanted to surprise you at the last minute. We'll have a meeting to discuss more on it tomorrow. For now, let the fans know what's happening. Just don't disclose the tour yet. We've gotta figure some things out." He finishes and I nod even though he can't see me. I clear my throat and wipe my eyes with my free hand, wiping the fallen tears off.

 "Got it. Thank you so fucking much Scooter. I really appreciate all you've done for me in such a small amount of time." I say and I hear sniffles on the other side. "Don't thank me. You've been through so much and still don't give yourself enough credit. Thank you, Y/N. For being an amazing person to work with. I love you. Here's to many more years." He finishes his mini-speech and I sniffle myself.

"I love you too Scooter. Here's to many more years. Talk to you soon." I say back and smile at how far we've come. How far I've come. How far my heart's come. "Talk to you soon Y/NN." He says and the line goes dead. I slowly bring my phone from my ear to in-front of me and smile to myself. This is what I've always wanted. To be known as more than Fifth Harmony's back-up dancer and choreographer. I wanted my own life. My own fame. My own rules. My own music. And now that I've got it, I'll never let it go.

I snap out of my thoughts as I remember that I have to post about the album. I turn my phone back on and go straight to Instagram. I click the album cover and put a caption, taking a deep breath before pressing the post button. This is it. Everyone will now know why I've been so in-active. When I get sent back to my feed, I get off Instagram and go to post the same thing to Twitter. 

Y/I/U  Company. Album number two coming in five days. Track list coming tomorrow. And something so damn big coming soon. I love you all. Stay tuned.