You're Lauren Jauregui. You danced the part of Clara in The Nutcracker for the first time when you were thirteen years old. You've already done two winter seasons of Swan Lake even though you're only sixteen. You've topped all of your classes since the moment you started them. For fuck's sake, you didn't even have to audition for the Fonteyn Academy for Classical and Contemporary Ballet, that's how good you are. - and no one, not even this girl that dances barefoot to Italian music, is going to take it away from you. // "I'm not into girls." "I'm not into you." // 'una somma di piccolo cose' - niccolò fabi

prompt: Camila's iCloud gets hacked and a folder called "Songs About Lauren" is leaked with songs that are well, about Lauren (i saw this at 5hfanfic, but I can't remember all the songs they wanted on the fic)

On the first day that Lauren starts working at Starbucks, she swears to herself that she will never write her number down on someone's coffee cup. // "What do you write about?" "Anything that interests me." "Like what?" "Things that people talk about in cafés. Cities. Winter weather. How the sun is going to die one day. Girls with pretty eyes. Wildlife documentaries. The middle of the universe. Being young." // Camren | AU | Three-Shot

"Holding her like this felt so strange, yet so familiar all at once." Lauren Jauregui finds herself at Camila Cabello's wedding. The childhood friends haven't seen each other in years, but does that mean things have changed? Cover designed by @SLOTHTATO

Maybe Lauren doesn't know lots of things about life or how this thing called 'Love' works, but she is sure of one thing: loving Camila is possibly the easiest thing to do.

She turned to look at her, and she was already looking back. "I'm going to miss you when I wake up," She whispered, because she realized that she must have fallen asleep. Lauren was too real for her imagination. She was a dream. "Don't wake up," she said.

New to New York City, the quirky artist, Camila Cabello finds out what it really means to shed light on someone. Especially when that someone is notorious blind girl, Lauren Jauregui. She's a mystery upon herself, and Camila is determined to break the mystery and hear her story. But she might do more than just that. Also, the cover for my story isn't mine. It's done by the amazing bows-n-beanies on tumblr. :)

This is a series of letters (and occasionally diary entries written to themselves) that Camila and Lauren had written to each other from the moment they met to now. For the girls, writing letters about each other and certain events that took place was their only way of truly expressing how they felt, without actually sending them to one another. "Letters She Never Sent" is a collection of discovered letters written by Camila and Lauren. The aim is to gives readers answers to questions shippers never worked out or understood. The meaning behind the moon and sun or whether they really kissed at the 1975 concert. Were Camren Shippers really as delusional as the girls made them out to be? [retrospective]

This story is not mine. I do not own anything. All credits goes to the brilliant author of this story, Jazmin (@moviegeek120). You can also read this story on 5hfanfiction.tumblr.com. All the fanarts in every chapter are made by Laura_Snow