Karla Camila, model, millionaire. With a past laden with love and heartbreak caused by Lauren Jauregui, one of the great entrepreneurs of Victoria's Secret, whose insecurity of being who she truly is, made her lose great opportunities. After a few years, Lauren reencounters the first love of her life, on a runway, bringing back a whole feeling that she thought she had forgotten. Now with the mission to win back the sweet angel that Camila once was. But the question is: Can Fallen Angels be who they once were?

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.)

A dangerous game, full of pitfalls. A dispute of power, money and desire. On one side of the board, the deputy Lauren Jauregui, and on the other, the wife of a magnate, Karla Camila Cabello. In this game, only one will fall. Who will have the best strategy? Who will better know how to play? Who will checkmate? Place your bets, the game will begin. Cover by @JaureguiMalik25

GiP Lauren. What happens when your enemy turns out to be your one weakness. Meet Camila Cabello the daughter of Aphrodite. Camila has been at camp half blood for three years without leaving for a quest. What happens when she goes on one with her worst enemy. Read the story to find out more Oh and I don't own some of the characters only the plot

Lauren is the popular girl in the school. Camila is the new student, moved to Miami from New York and didn't want to have new friends. WARNING. THIS IS G!P CAMREN. DONT GET YOURSELF CONFUSED.

Camila Cabellos family owes the Jauregui's money so they sell Camila to pay of their debts. Lauren doesn't want to giver up her freedom and marry Camila and Camila has never even had a boyfriend. The rule is simple they have to be married one year but will they fall for love that is forced or will they fall for each other on their own. Will Camila be able to deal with all of the demons that Lauren has? G!P LAUREN!! It has grammar issues

All of the deleted scenes from the final version of you make me sick (for being so perfect). Set in the same universe as the fic and are the things I cut out. (This work may not be posted/copied/reproduced/translated without explicit permission from the author.)

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.)

"You get punished by the decisions you make, not for them, and Camila, I promise that five and a half years away from you was punishment enough." Cover by: SLOTHTATO **I do not in any way am affiliated with The Bachelor/The Bachelorette franchise. All ideas and concepts from the show are NOT owned by me.**

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..."