Lauren's POV
I woke up with a harsh thumping in my head and a dry throat, I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned as I slowly pushed myself up on the couch I was lying on. I put my hands on my face and sighed.
"Fucking head." I removed my hands from my face and looked down, I furrowed my eyebrows and cooked my head to the side a bit, my shirt was missing and my pants were unbuttoned.
"Um..." I got up and walked around the room looking for my shirt, I found it close to the kitchen, I now figured out I was in Camila's apartment.
"Oh god, what did I do?" I breathed out as I put my shirt on and then buttoned my jeans.
"I need a smoke." I searched my pockets for a cigarette and luckily I found one but I didn't have a lighter with me, I went to Camila's kitchen and lit the cigarette with the stove and I then rushed out to Camila's balcony.
I set my elbows on the railing, I rested my head in one head and I took a long much needed drag.
I exhaled the smoke slowly and straightened out my back, for some weird reason smoking took away my hangovers, well at least calmed down the headache. I have absolutely no idea what happened last night, I'm a bit scared since I woke up without a shirt and stuff. I'm hoping nothing happened with Camila; if something were to happen I'd sure as hell like to be sober for it. Last thing I kind of remember was dancing with Camila at the bar the rest is a blur.
I put a hand through my hair untangling some knots when I heard someone moving from inside the apartment.
"Lauren?" Camila called out.
"Ah shit." I said and looked down at my cigarette. I looked around her balcony to see if I could hide the cigarette somewhere since I know Camila hates smoking but fuck it; I don't care anymore at least right now I don't.
"I'm out here." I said as I finished up the cigarette.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned.
"Why?" She asked looking down at my hand.
I met her gaze on my hand and saw the cigarette butt; I smirked in flicked the cigarette butt into the street.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said turning to her and crossing my arms.
"Lauren..." She said with a disappointed look that quickly drifted away once our eyes met. Her eyes were searching for something in mine, she squinted them a bit and then relaxed. After a bit she raised both eyebrows and sighed.
"You alright?" She asked.
"Yeah, I have a bit of a headache but I'm alright. Can't remember anything about last night though."
She looked down and crossed her arms. "Is there a reason I woke up without a shirt and my pants unbuttoned?"
I saw a little smirk creep on her face and she looked up all the way. "Oh um..." She shifted around a bit and bit down on her lip. Her cheeks turning pink.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"Nothing! We got here and you um stripped, well started to then you passed out."
I looked down and covered my face with my hands. Oh god Lauren way to go!
"I am so sorry."
"Hey don't be embarrassed it's okay." She rubbed my back and I looked up wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"I am not sorry at all. I'm sure you enjoyed the show." I winked and she looked away.
"Oh yeah..." She said quietly, almost as if she didn't want me to hear.
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Bloodstream
FanfictionThis is one my favorite fanfics of all times :) This isn't my story but u could read it on http://5hfanfiction.tumblr.com/post/53960591028/bloodstream (SHOUT OUT TO MARIA I LOVE HER WRITING SO U SHOULD FOLLOW HER - t_igron )