Lauren is an ex-sergeant of the US Army who will be assigned to protect Camila Cabello. Camila, a tough, independent and gorgeous arms dealer, is facing imminent danger because of the nature of her work. Lauren must keep her close to keep her alive. But doing so will also turn up the heat that's been bubbling between them that could blow up into passion at any moment. This is a re-telling of a converted story I posted a few months ago. I really want to share this amazing story. So I tweaked it a bit to avoid from getting into trouble. :) All credits to the original author. Also, I suck at summaries. So just check out the story.

❝Touch her again, and we'll fucking kill you.❞ She was Lauren Jauregui. By day, she was an international rockstar with a bad attitude and a penchant for partying. By night, she was consigliere to the largest Mafia family in Miami. Her life revolved around turf wars, blood feuds, fine whiskey and all that jazz. To her, kidnappings and murders were the means to her ends, forever sitting on a grey-scale the common man cannot comprehend. Some call her a legend, others a nightmare. They say she is the most powerful woman in America. She begs to differ. A puppet only as powerful as its master allows it to be. And her puppet master was none other than Camila Cabello, America's sweetheart: the woman who had owned her heart since they were teenagers. Cover belongs to SLOTHTATO.

"Have you ever done anything naughty on a plane?" A short series in which Lauren and Camila start having kinky adventures in the clouds during the 7/27 Tour. How complicated can things get? (non-au) Warning: explicit

Lauren never planned on living in the house she lived in. She never planned on working the job she worked. She never planned on befriending a strange girl named Camila, either. Lauren never planned a lot of things.

"If you wanna ride be a big bad bus." "Zamn gorl!" "Oh ghaat."

Camila wanted to remember how to feel. Lauren wanted to forget. Two strangers from two different worlds meet in one party, share a bottle of tequila, a good conversation, and quite something more. (Lauren G!P) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Please don't convert, translate, or put my content elsewhere.

Winner of THE FANFICTION AWARDS 2018 for BEST COMEDY FANFIC Nominated for The Harmos 2017 - Funniest Fics Highest Ranking: #14 in Satire. A tell-all rant of Lauren's forefinger and why it is always trimmed.... and more Camren-related Confessions. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Please don't convert, translate, or put my content elsewhere.

It's been a year since Lauren decided to break out from Fifth Harmony to start her own band, and Camila still hasn't forgiven her for leaving them, and for leaving her. After a brief encounter at an award show, their lives come crashing back together. Angst, Drama, Humour, Romance, and everything else in between. ----- S/O to SLOTHTATO for the awesome Cover!

Lauren Jauregui is a lot of things. She's caring, she's intelligent and she's beautiful. But Camila Cabello doesn't notice those things when she and Lauren first come into contact. Camila notices her nervous ticks, and how she refuses to look at her, and how she never furthers conversation. At first, Camila takes that the wrong way, and deciding that Lauren is nothing more than a rude girl who happens to have the same friends as her, eventually stops trying to make friends. It isn't long before Camila realises she's been wrong the whole time. (This work may not be posted/copied/reproduced/translated without explicit permission from the author.)

3 P.M. - I loved her. She loved me. I fell harder and harder every day, and I knew it was dangerous. She was dangerous. Her kiss began to taste like vodka even when she hadn't been drinking and her nails dug into my skin like razors, but I loved her. 11 P.M. - The flick of a lighter. I saw the flame in her emerald eyes as they both burned. She took a hit and handed it to me. It touched my lips and tasted like her. I felt the chemicals in my lungs. Everything was spinning, but I still loved her. Midnight - The flash of lights. They blinded me. I couldn't find my shirt. My skin was still glistening with the trail from her tongue. Gunshots. One. Two. Three. Glass shattered. Handcuffs. White walls. Caught. I still loved her. I always would. WARNING: This story is Rated R for drugs, sexual content, and language. Reader discretion is advised. DISCLAIMER: All content is original. Please refrain from commenting the names of and comparing other fan fictions throughout the story, as any similarities between stories are purely coincidental or based off of real-life Camren moments.