Lauren Jauregui Imagines

I hate Disneyland pt.1

"Did I tell you about how much I despise this place." You groaned, Harry scoffed, and placed Mickey ears on your head.

"Stop being sour for a day, we're supposed to have fun, celebrate that you're finally out of that dump of a flat."

"Hey! I liked that place, the rats were nice."

"Ya well that rats even nicer!" Zayn spoke, pointing at Mickey Mouse.

"He's a fookin mouse!" Harry yelled, attracting attention of angry moms.

"Jesus Harold, lower your voice." You hissed, slapping the back of his head, the miny mouse ears he had falling off.

"Alright, alright."

"Good, now boys. I heard some bored dads are dealing some beer for only a dollar a can."
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"Did I tell you how much I loved Disneyland!" You yelled, stumbling down the street, back to your hotel room.

"Fuck off Nigel!" Harry yelled at a pigeon, going to kick it, but instead slipping over a wrapper on the ground. Zayn laughed at him, hugging a tree in order to stay on his feet.

"We are absolutely-" Zayn cut himself off by hunching over and spewing his guts into a bush.

"Look at him go!" You yelled, watching the chunks fly out his mouth and run from out his nostrils. Harry rolled on the ground, laughing at something he had muttered to himself.

"Cocaína? No flour!" He cackled, pounding the ground with his fist in absolute amusement. You all stopped what you were doing when red and blue lights shined in your faces, Zayn quickly wiped the puke off of the corner of his mouth, and spit out the bits left on his tongue.

"Hey! What the hell are you three doing!?" A cop yelled, approaching you with a flashlight.

"Oh bloody hell." Harry muttered, jumping to his feet.

"Everyone scram!" Zayn yelled, the three of you took off, weaving past other tourist, and local crackheads. You ran to a gate, most likely guarding a fancy neighborhood.

"Should we?"

"Well I don't see another fookin option!" Harry yelled, already scrambling up it. You and Zayn were quick to follow, the siren getting closer.

"Wait, one of my friends lives here! We could just crash at hers."

"What are you doing with friends in Florida!?"

"She moved here with an ex from Miami a couple months before they split, and bought a place here. You know her! I literally introduced you to her mutiple times Harry!"

"Oh, Camila?"

"No, Lauren you idiot!"

"Hey! Stop arguing like an elderly couple and lead the fucking way!" You yelled, Zayn scoffed at Harry before running down the sidewalk, you only made it fifteen houses down before collapsing onto the grass.

"Give me, bloody hell, a minute." You gasped, Harry pulled your inhaler out from his man purse and handed it to you. You took it, and sprayed the medicine into your mouth two times. "Okay, I'm good. Let's get going."
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"Oh fucking christ. I'm gonna die!" You gasped, collapsing onto the porch steps. "Knock, I'll be up in a bit." You muttered, your inhaler in your hand. Zayn took a deep breath and knocked three times. A minute later, the door swung open, with you still sprawled on the porch.

"Zayn! Hey, I didn't know you were in Orlando." A raspy voice spoke, you closed your eyes, still laying on the porch.

Blah blah blah "Disneyland" blah blah blah "Ya two weeks." Blah blah blah wait-

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Zayn fucking Malik, did you just say we're staying in Orlando for two weeks! Just for some fucking rat!?" You yelled, jumping to your feet.

"Hey, hey, hey! Disneyland is huge! Two weeks is barely anything!" Your head snapped to Harry, who was looking up at the sky, avoiding your eyes.

"Did you know about this young man!?"

"Well...."

"Traitor!"

"I'm sorry okay! I didn't wanna stay for two weeks either, but we knew if we didn't do this, you'd stay in your new flat all day every day for at least two months!"

"Okay, okay. Fine, two weeks, just two weeks. At least we still have the hotel right next to Disneyland." You muttered, trying to reassure yourself.

"Um about that, I just got a text from the hotel. We've been kicked out, we only have an hour to get our stuff before they throw it out." Zayn muttered, staring at his phone intently.

"What the fuck! Why have we been kicked out!?"

"Noise complaints from mutiple guest."

"I told you fuckers to stop going at it!"