Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Not Us

This was gonna be realistic and serious but I cannot do any of that for more than a hundred words. Fucking kill me.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-" The man muttering gods name in vain was shot, his brains and blood covering the left side of your whole body.

"Oh shit, oh shit oh shit!" Harry cried, backing himself up into a corner. One large man grabbed him by his arm, when that didn't work, he yanked at his hair, immediately getting the boy to cooperate. The whole time, you sat on your knees, mouth wide open, (oh my God y'all my mind immediately said mouth wide open like I'm at the dentist) trembling in fear. You snapped out of your state of shock when you felt something cold in your mouth. Your eyes widened, a gun. You tried pulling away but the man had two other men holding your head still.

"No! Wait, wait, wait! Please don't kill us, not us! We got nothing to offer ya'll-"

"Then you'll watch her brains fly." You sighed in defeat, your shoulders slumped.

"No! I was lying! I'm incredibly rich, I can give you a million by tomorrow if you just let us go!"

"Just a million?"

"Y'all look like you got your racist grandpa's hand me downs, I'm not sure you're in the position to be calling the shots here-"

"I can literally end this girls life right now."

"Okay! Five!"

"Five? By tomorrow?"

"By today if you let me shoot your friends in the balls."

"By tomorrow!"

"Your loss."
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"Kyle! Kyle!"

"That's not my name."

"What's the address?"

"Why would I give the hostages the address-"

"What the fuck is the address you useless piece of fucking shit!"

"Assuage malk, house 2500."

"Ya okay, let me make a quick phone call."

"To who?"

"Your dad if you don't mind your own business." Kyle wiped a stray tear from his eye and handed Harry his phone.

"Okay now shoo!"

"Nah I gotta stay here and make sure you don't-"

"Now!"

"O-okay." Kyle ran up the stairs with tears streaming down his face, Harry rolled his eyes and held the phone to his ear.

"How'd you do that?"

"I went to school with him, he was always a sensitive kid."

"Then how come you don't remember his name."

"Irrelevant-ya hi! Can I get a large combination and large pineapple, and a side of wings, barbecue please." Harry held the phone away from his ear. "You like barbecue right?-oh no I was just talking to my friend, speaking of friends, I'm trapped down in this basement with her, and I got things to do, people to see, so when you bring over those pizzas, do you mind bringing a swat team. Yes she's about five seven give or take, y/h/c, ya I'd say she has pretty good bone structure, like Angelina Jolie but a little less fierce, abs? Hmmm I'm not sure, hold on-Y/N, lift up your shirt. Yes, little boney but I'm sure it's normal considering our situation. Personality? Like Robert Pattinson but good hygiene. Oh you like Johnny Depp? Then I'm sure that wouldn't of been a concern for you. Assuage Malk house 2500. Okay, 503....209...4291. Alright thank you, 40 minutes? A little long but okay."

"What the hell were you talking about."

"Nothing that concerns you, also, you have a date on Tuesday."