Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

Kinda, but not really, but kinda based off of that one scene from Booksmart aka the best movie of all time-

"You should go talk to Lauren" Harry muttered, analyzing his carrot in disgust.

"What? No."

"Oh really? Cause I'm gonna go talk to Lauren, I just have so much to say-"

"Okay, okay......fine." You took a deep breath and slowly approached the girl. You couldn't even do that as you crashed into the poor girl, causing her to stumble back before ultimately regaining her balance.

"Woah dude!" Harry watched from his seat, silently muttering your name in disappointment, embarrassed for you already.

"I'm so so sorry!" You panicked internally, but stayed rooted in your place.

"It's cool, I guess. You have some sharp elbows." She groaned, rubbing her side where you accidentally hit her with your elbow.

"Not as sharp as your.....chin?" Lauren subconsciously rubbed her face, a confused frown on her face.

"What?"

"I, I'm just gonna head back. Bye" you awkwardly nodded, and threw up a peace sign, stumbling back to your respected table with Harry.

"Alright, see ya!" She called, and continued her conversation with an amused Dinah.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

"What? Y/N, go back!" Harry tried convincing you, failing in the end.

"No, no. That was so bad. I don't even know if she's into girls."

"She wore a polo shirt to prom."

"That was for a political movement, or something. And that can easily just be her gender performance, it's different from her sexual orientation."

"I don't get it."

"Well, gender performance-"

"No, thank you. That much I understand."

"You talk big game, but not once have I seen you talk to Zayn."

"Well that's because Zayn's dating Gigi."

"I thought they broke up?"

"They got back together on Saturday."

"And how do you know this?"

"I know people, who know people, who know him."

"I still don't understand how you playing Basketball gets you this up the social ladder."

"Shut up you softball player. At least a gay dude playing basketball isn't as stereotypical as a lesbian playing softball." You huffed, and he childishly blew a raspberry at you.

"So mature."

"So mature"

"Now you're copying me, nice one Harold."

"Harold, wow. Haven't heard that one before. Comedy king."

"You're just mad your mom knows my name better than your dad-"

"You're disgusting, really-"

"Hey, crackheads. I've been calling your names for the past five minutes."

"Gigi, I'm not gonna respond to Nipple shirt."

"But you wore a shirt, that showed your nipples. Nipple shirt."

"She makes a point, Harry." Harry rolled his eyes and threw a carrot at Jared.

"Shut up fuk boi."

"I was fourteen when my parents bought that car, what do you think was gonna happen?"

"I didn't think you'd make them put that as your license plate."

"Shut up tight pants."

"Listen Jared, it's not my fault my softball pants were too tight to the point where my whole ass dick was on show for the whole school."

"Kinda is, tight pants."

"Nipple shirt, I will not hesitate to twist your hairy ass nipp-"

"Sorry for interrupting this......unique conversation but, tight pants, come with me, we have to talk." A tall girl, thought a little shorter than you spoke, chains all over her neck, and a snapback perched on her dirty blonde hair.

"Why?"

"I'm gonna beat your ass if you don't. That's why."

"Uh, okay. Bye guys, I'll be back soon." You excused yourself from the table and followed the girl, you immediately regretted your decision upon realizing that this was Lauren Jauregui's best friend, meaning that you were once again, being forced to be near the stunning girl.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

So......I'm back ig
No ones gonna read this, but ya....im back from my long ass break.