Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Boxer

G!P Lauren
I watched the woman throw punches at the woman across from her.

She showed no mercy and soon enough I heard a body hit the ground.

That was the end of round one. I went  across, holding up a sign that signaled the next round.

I was catcalled, whistled at, and even called names as I walked across the ring.

I caught sight of the one person who didn't shout at me or call me names. I smiled. Lucy, my best friend, or should I say Lauren's ex.

We were inseparable.

Then I caught sight of the woman sitting next to her. Camila Cabello-Jauregui, Lauren's wife. Guilt filled my body and a rush of nausea went over me.

I got off the stage and set the sign down.

I watched as Lauren was struck multiple times by the other woman's flying fists.

I Lauren hit the ground and that's when I couldn't watch any longer.

I felt nauseous, sick as I went into the locker rooms and tried to calm myself down.

Before I knew it Jauregui came in, angry and defeated.

Shit.

"What? You gonna yell at me again? Tell me how much of a horrible wife I am?" I was pushed up against the wall.

She was so much stronger than me.

"You gonna tell me to stop and then beg me to keep going as I fuck your pussy again?" Her hand gripped my thigh and I tried to shove her off.

What we did was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened.....

"Stop, Lauren!" Her lips found my neck and her other hand found my wrist.

Her grip was harsh.

"Why? Hmm? Didn't you miss me, baby?" She whispered into my ear.

"I-" I didn't hear the door open.

Her hand slid further up my thigh.

"Lauren stop! I'm pregnant!" She froze.

"Get off of her, you fucking prick!" She was shoved off of me by Lucy who quickly examined me for any injuries.

"Are you okay?" She cupped my cheek, watching as the tears fell.

"I-I'm fine." She nodded and Lauren's eyes never left me.

That was a good three years ago.

Now here I am at training. I don't box because I want to get back I Lauren, but ever since the incident years ago I feel that I need to learn at least some protection.

"Right hook! Uppercut!" I did as I was told, Demi's eyes never leaving mine.

She smiled when we finished up.

"I think you're ready, Y/N." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"For what?" She shoved my shoulder.

"For regionals." I laughed at that.

"D, we've been over this. I don't do competitions. Plus I'm a full time mom, I can't just drop Lana off every time I need to be alone." I spoke, taking off my gloves.

"Come on, Y/N! You said it yourself, you're tight on money. The winner gets half a million dollars." My head snapped to the woman.

"WHAT?!" She nodded her head.

"I- holy shit." This would save us, I'd get everything we needed, I wouldn't have to live with my parents...

"Sign me up." She smiled and patted my back.