Camila Cabello is officially a solo artist. She left Fifth Harmony and is getting ready to start her solo career. Except she wakes up the next day, and she's sixteen, about to start her junior year of high school, and Fifth Harmony doesn't exist. She's pretty sure it's all just a dream. It can't possibly be anything else. - Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction based off of possible real life events. I in no way shape or form believe the girls hate each other in real life because that was quite obviously a narrative built by management and the media. (This work may not be posted/copied/reproduced/translated without explicit permission from the author.)

"Lauren will finish this last year of high school drama free if it's the last thing she does." AU where Camila is the queen bee and she's used to the school bowing at her feet until a new girl that refuses to play by the rules comes along. cover by the talented @Zzenitram

it's psychological warfare.

You've never had a one night stand have you?" Lauren's manipulating a frayed piece of the duvet between two of her slender fingers when I look away from my book. Her eyes dance from mine, to my lips, to the clock on the nightstand behind me, then back to my lips. I smirk, "Am I that obvious?" She dips her head, her lofty brunette curls pouring out across the white pillow case. She tucks one strand that has fallen too far against her cheek, behind her ear timidly. I've still not grown accustomed to the demure version of Lauren I'm seeing now. When only minutes ago, she was ambitious, arousing, and unchaste. I confirm her suspicion. "Well you're right," I say. "I've never had a one-night stand," I grin, flustered, seemingly mirroring Lauren's own expression. "You were my first..."

***NOT MY STORY*** I do not own the rights to this story but it was so good I had to share. This story belongs to Hannah.

(in my shoes) • Look with your eyes. Judge with your soul. • First impressions almost always suck. They can be spot on or way off, depending on how open and receptive you are to the other person. When you make preconceived notions about people, learning to tolerate them can be a little difficult. What if you have to live with them? That's the situation Camila and Lauren have been put in. As typical and cliche as it may be, two totally different worlds collide. However this time, neither of them know whether they'll mould or combust.

Fuck your OTP. Obmila is life

This story is not mine. I do not own anything. I just saw it on Tumblr and I don't know what the name of the author is. Anyway, you can also read this on 5hfanfiction.tumblr.com. :)) Enjoy!

What's so good about picking up the pieces? Can Lauren be Camila's sanity?