Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck 2

You were walking with the girl down the hall when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You pulled out your phone and swiped up, typing in your password to enter the damn android.

Harry: Y/N, I just found the perfect One Dimension break up song.

Y/N: So?

Harry: Lucas just broke up with me, connect the dots stupidddd

Y/N: sometimes I think you care more about finding a One Dimension break up song to cry with than the actual break up itself. Actually, I think you go into any relationship with the mindset that this boy could help you live out your One Dimension love life style. Like James, he was supposed to be "Fool's Gold" Jacob was "Perfect" Ryan was "Rock Me" Tyler was "Walking in the wind" and I forgot the other guys and what their song was. You do know 18 is a song where they find a person they loved since they were 18 and will always love meaning you're running out of time buddy.

Harry: Are you fucking judging me. Cause if you are I mean I have time to list all the things that you do to piss me off chica.

Y/N: Is Jared still with you? I thought he and Gigi would dip your sorry ass by now.

Harry: No. Changa. El. Subjecto.

Y/N: Well, you're obviously failing one subject.

Harry: what-

Y/N: Spanish, you're obviously failing Spanish. That's the joke.

Harry: -ever

Y/N: Harry, you have five F's and you only have six weeks to fix them before graduation.

Harry: Who-

Y/N: No, stop.

Harry: -cares

Y/N: I do, actually.

Harry: You're right, you're right.

"Y/N? I've been calling your name for a whole forty five seconds." You looked up to see the tall girl was gone, and standing in front of you was none other than Lauren Jauregui, you stuffed your phone in your pocket, sputtering out apologizes.

"Harry was being....Harry." you nodded at your lame excuse.

"I don't know...I barely know who he is....so that really dosen't help me, like at all."

Harry: Kiss.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the new text.

Harry: Call me. Now. Loser.

"Um, sorry. I...I need to take this, if you don't mind that is. I think you wanted to talk, I don't know what I'm doing, ah shit shit shit ya I guess I'll just-"

"It's fine, go ahead." You nodded, and raised your phone to your ear.

"What?"

"What?"

"What do you mean what"

"What? Is what I mean."

"You told me to fucking call you Harry."

"Oh sorry, that was Gigi. But since you called, pass the phone to an intelligent beauty next to you." You smirked, your mouth already opening to say something back.