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.

Falling in love was the best and worst thing that ever happened to Camila. Lauren was beautiful, smart, passionate and, unfortunately for Camila, married.

Camila wants to make it through her high school career without getting outed. Lauren just wants to fit in and find somebody to love her. The you make me sick (for being so perfect) prequel. (This work may not be posted/copied/reproduced/translated without explicit permission from the author.)

Both Lauren and Camila are YouTubers. They are both native to Miami. They have never met in real life, but are big fans of each other, they follow each other on all their social media. Their fans have even made a ship name for them. What happens when they decide to surprise their fans with a collab? Will something grow from this, or will it be just another collab?

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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.)

Lauren is known in her town as the 'cool lesbian'. Her friends and family all except her, but Chris is a bit iffy about it. Ever since Lauren came out, Lauren has managed to scare off or even "woo" Chris' dates and sometimes even his girlfriends with her flirtatious ways. Summer is coming up and Chris wants nothing more than to have a normal relationship without having his sister intrude on it. But what happens when Chris' new girlfriend really catches Lauren's eye, none like before? **Feb. 2017 update: i was literally 13-14 when i wrote this (8th grade), DONT JUDGE ME FOR THE CRINGINESS PLEASE AND THANK YOU**

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 hires Camila as a wedding escort to make her ex-fiance Paul jealous. Can Lauren make the difference between what's real and what's all act to make Paul jealous? HIGHEST RANK: #56 IN FANFICTION. CONVERTED FROM BRITTANA STORY.

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