It's A Long Ride Home, I'm Afraid. {Camren} ✔️

~{15}~

By six in the morning, Lauren was still not home.

I didn't know what was taking her so long, but I began to get worried and so I couldn't sleep.

My first instinct was to call Normani and ask her what the holdup was.

"Hello?"

"Normani." I breathed. "Lauren isn't still there, is she?"

"Lauren?" Normani seemed surprised. "Camila, she left hours ago."

My eyes widened.

"What do you mean? She should've been home by now."

Normani sighed on the other end.

"I'm assuming you don't know about her visiting the bar on late nights. She does it often, so you really don't need to worry about—"

I didn't bother listening to the rest, and so I hung up the phone. I was furious.

The bar closest to the studio was probably where she had gone, I'd assume.

The studio wasn't a super long walk, I'd get there in twenty minutes maybe. The bar was around the corner from there, so all in all it would take me a half an hour tops.

I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but the facts were laid out right in front of me.

Lauren deliberately lied to me by saying she was going to kick her habits. She went behind my back and was most likely drinking again.

I knew I had to be reasonable. It was hard to get over an addiction as strong as hers, but even then she should've at least tried or gone to me for help.

As I pushed past everyone down the sidewalk, every bad scenario about what Lauren could be doing right now played through my head.

She must be drunk. I told myself. There's no way she could last at a bar by herself for hours on end without getting drunk.

What if she's with someone?

I tried to shake the thought from my head. I trusted Lauren, and we technically weren't together so even if she was with someone it wasn't my right to get all pissed off over it.

After a long walk that honestly seemed to have taken a century, I finally arrived at the supposed bar Lauren was at.

I walked inside abruptly. Surprisingly enough, there didn't seem to be as many people as I thought there'd be.

Thankfully, after scanning my surroundings a bit, I spotted Lauren on the dance floor.

And to my dismay, she was dancing up on some chick.

Keeping my cool, I walked over to them. I needed to get Lauren home as soon as possible.

I hated bars.

"Lauren!" I called over the loud music.

I watched as her green eyes met mine, and she immediately panicked.

"Camzzz?" she slurred once I had walked close enough to her. "There's two of you!"

"Who's this Lauren?" The girl beside Lauren asked.

My eyes quickly darted to the girl, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

Lucy Vives. In the flesh. Standing before me. Previously the one dancing up on Lauren only moments before I arrived. I stood there in utter shock. My mouth was agape.

Why was she doing this?

"That's Camz." Lauren smiled. "I love Camz. She's nice and cuddly. And her ass is so—!"