It takes one touch from Camila to make Lauren feel like she is on fire.

Lauren's best friend, Dinah, is stranded in an airport due to unforeseen circumstances, thus keeping her from executing her plan to stop the wedding of her ex-girlfriend, Normani, with whom she's still very much in love. Dinah asks Lauren to stop the wedding for her and that's how the green-eyed girl meets Camila, Normani's best friend and maid of honor. ***credits to HMANIP for the manip on the cover

Camila and Lauren love each other but don't know how to deal with it (mostly Lauren though). Best friends to lovers AU ------------------------------------------------------------ "I'm sorry, Camz" she whispers. Camila knows she shouldn't engage in this. She knows Lauren won't remember anything in the morning and whatever she says now will mean nothing if she never meant to say it when she was sober. But Camila's always been a bit of a masochist.

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

Camila never expected that some girl spilling coffee all over her could turn out to be a good thing. (Camren. College AU.)

Loosely based on Pretty Woman but not really.

There are layers to being shattered, she realizes - and every single broken thing can be split smaller, again and again. Broken things breaking things. // camren / laucy [one-shot]

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

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