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ragzonacamrencruise · 6 months
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I listened to all of the camren's songs and my head is FILLED to the brim with fresh theories and I can't wait to share em all with you guys!!
Camren shippers!!! Where're ya at bishes?!?!?!
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sweetindisposition · 1 year
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naturesapphic · 5 months
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Countdown to Halloween
Lauren jauregui x fem!reader
Warnings: cursing, fluff, sexual things-
Day 1: the nightmare before Christmas
Me and Lauren are watching Halloween type movies until Halloween arrives. It’s like a countdown to Halloween but we just watch different movies each day. I hate horror movies but lauren loves them. Lauren and I just came back home from a long day at work and we were ready to start our movie. Lauren got the popcorn while I got us some water.
I clicked play and the movie started. Lauren wrapped her arms around me and i laid my head on her chest. We talked as the movie played and we were discussing what character we would be. “I think I would be sally and you would be jack.” You stated to her and she rolled her eyes as she smiled at you. “You are only saying that because I’m taller than you.” You pouted and huffed as you crossed your arms. She giggled and leaned down to leave a little kiss on your nose to which you smiled at.
Day 8: Coraline
Today y’all were watching Coraline which is your favorite movie of ALL time and you were bouncing off the walls when Lauren and you decided to watch it tonight. You were running around the house, trying to get everything in place before Lauren gets home tonight from the studio.
You heard the front door unlock and you quickly jumped on the couch and laid down to make you look normal. Lauren walked in the living room seeing you on your side, posing, and out of breath. She raised her eyebrow in question but decided not to say anything because who knows what you have been up to.
“Hi Lolo!” You exclaimed excitedly. Lauren smiled and walked over to you and leaned down “hi babygirl.” She said with her famous rasp in her voice which made you weak in the knees and she noticed. “Awww don’t let me get you all worked up now sugar. We have to watch Coraline tonight.” She said seductively as she whispers in your ear.
You gulped nervously and crossed your legs together to relieve some of the pain between your legs. Lauren just kept smirking at you and sat dat beside you, wrapping her arm around you and her other hand on your thigh. You turned the movie on and you smiled big as the beginning of the movie started playing. Lauren saw your excited and her heart bursted with adoration. You are so fucking cute when you are so concentrated on something, especially a movie. That night was the best. You had your favorite movie on and you had your girlfriend. What could be better than that?
Day 11: Halloween
Now since y’all have been watching the more kid friendly things, Lauren thought it was time to spice things up more. Today, y’all would be watching the Halloween movie. You’ve never seen it but you have definitely heard about it. It’s definitely not kid friendly but you think you could handle it. Lauren said it was barley scary and you trust Lauren’s words so you think you will be okay.
This time, Lauren was waiting for you to get out the shower and you sure were taking your sweet time. You finally came down the steps with your pumpkin onesie on and you skipped over to your girlfriend who was patiently waiting on you. “I’m ready now lolo!” You said as you suddenly jumped on her lap and she made an “oof” sound. You giggled and wrapped your arms around her and snuggled yourself into her.
“Do you always have to jump on me like that?” She said not impressed with your actions. You poured “yes I do. You are comfy and I like jumping on you. So get used to it.” You grumbled and crossed your arms. She raised her eyebrows at you and decided not to argue with you anymore, she’ll let you win, this time. Lauren got the remote and pressed play on the screen as you got your scared pillow. Your scared pillow is a pillow that you use for when something is scary and you can hide behind it.
As you were watching it, there were a few jump scares which made you flinch and hide into your girlfriend but nothing too bad. By the end of it, Halloween was one of your favorite movies to watch.
Day 20: hocus pocus
Day after day since you and your girlfriend watched the Halloween movie. It was back to back of actual scary movies, so your sweet and KIND girlfriend decided to go easy on you for the past couple of nights. Y’all decided to watch hocus pocus because it’s such a Halloween classic and it’s not scary at all. This was one of your favorites as well and Lauren’s so this night will be not scary at all, just calm. Well, kinda calm, besides Lauren’s hornyness for you. Since the beginning of y’all’s Halloween countdown movie nights, she has been teasing you non stop and you were getting more and more turned on as the days go by. Lauren notices and she takes pride in herself on how she can make you like this, just from her teasing.
You decided to tease Lauren back today which will be not wearing any type of undergarments under your pjs, yeah you never wear a bra underneath them but this time you aren’t wearing any panties either which will definitively rock Lauren’s boat. Neither of y’all had to work today, so the both of you decided to start the movie earlier tonight. Lauren was downstairs waiting on you and you finally came down after a few moments. “Hey pretty girl.” Lauren complimented you as you sat beside her on the couch. You giggled, “hi lolo.” You replied back and she smiled back at you. Lauren pressed play and the movie starts. All throughout the movie, you have been teasing Lauren non stop. What broke the straw was you telling her that you didn’t have any underwear on. You saw her clinch her jaw and look at you with dark eyes.
“Don’t tease me babygirl. She threatened lowly as she narrowed her eyes at you. “W-what if I-I don’t want t-to stop teasing you.” You commented back and she growled at you as she said “or I will throw you on our bed and fuck your brains out.” You swallowed thickly and close your thighs together. “Fine.” You grumbled and decided that you will tease her on another day.
Day 31: the conjuring 3: the devil made me do it
You are SO going to get Lauren back for this. She’s made you watch the conjuring movies and of course today is the end of y’all’s Halloween movie countdown so now the both of you are watching the last conjuring movie and she said this one is the scariest yet. The others were already hella scary and Lauren said this one is scarier than the last two? Hell no. You are about to shit your pants big time. You already had your covers around your head and a pillow for you to hide behind for the scary parts that pop out of nowhere. Lauren was laughing beside you and you threw your popcorn at her which made her stick her tongue out at you.
“Lolo idk if I can do this…” you said shakily as the beginning of the movie started and you were shaking with fear already. “Aw come on baby. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Lauren said smirking at you as she wraps her arm around you. You pouted “fine…” you said defeated. You watched the rest of the movie hiding in Lauren’s neck and behind her shoulder, freaked out. “Okay babygirl…you can open your eyes now”. Lauren said and you cautiously opened your eyes to see that the movie was in fact finally over. You breathed out a sigh and Lauren giggled at your reaction.
“I hate you.” You grumbled at Lauren and she laughed some more. “Oh be quiet, you know you love me.” Lauren exclaimed and you smiled a bit. “Yeah I do, but you owe me Jauregui.” You narrowed your eyes at her and she rolls her eyes jokingly. “Yeah yeah I will babygirl.” She says and you smile big. “I want ice cream. Now.” You stated and she smiled. “As you wish princess.”
A/n: I’m sorry guys for the delay, I will finish posting the Halloween/fall fics soon. But I hope y’all enjoyed this one! Remember to stay hydrated and rest! I love y’all!
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cheecheej · 2 years
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Tanta ilusão que não cabe em mim
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andyyglj · 2 months
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mi vida mejoraría si fifth harmony volviera a reunirse aunq sea solo una vez 😞
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96harmony96 · 10 months
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Chapter 15
I stopped by Cary’s room before I left for work Thursday morning. I cracked the door open and peeked in. When I saw he was sleeping, I started to back out.
“Hey,” he murmured, blinking at me.
“Hey.” I entered. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m glad to be home.” He rubbed at the corners of his eyes. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah . . . I just wanted to check on you before I head to work. I’ll be home around eight. I’ll grab dinner on the way back, so expect a text around seven to see what you’re hungry—” I interrupted myself with a yawn.
“What kind of vitamins does Jauregui take?”
“Huh?”
“I’m never not horny, and even I can’t pile-drive all night like that. I kept thinking, ‘She’s got to be done now.’ Then she’d start up again.”
I flushed and shifted on my feet.
He howled with laughter. “It’s dark in here, but I know you’re blushing.”
“You should’ve put your headphones on,” I mumbled.
“Don’t stress about it. It was good to find out my equipment still works. I hadn’t had a chubby since before the attack.”
“Eww . . . Gross, Cary.” I started backing out of the room. “My dad comes in tonight. Technically tomorrow. His flight lands at five.”
“You picking him up?”
“Of course.”
His smile faded. “You’re going to kill yourself at this rate. You haven’t gotten any sleep all week.”
“I’ll catch up. See ya.”
“Hey,” he called after me. “Does last night mean you and Jauregui are okay again?”
I leaned into the doorjamb with a sigh. “Something’s wrong, and she won’t talk to me about it. I wrote her a letter basically puking out all my insecurities and neuroses.”
“Never put stuff like that in writing, baby girl.”
“Yeah, well . . . all it got me was fucked half to death with no better idea of what the problem is. She said it has to be this way. I don’t even know what that means.”
He nodded.
“You act like you get it,” I said.
“I think I get the sex.”
That sent a chill down my spine. “Get-it-out-of-your-system sex?”
“It’s possible,” he agreed softly.
I closed my eyes and let the confirmation slide through me. Then I straightened. “I gotta run. Catch you later.”
* * *
 The thing about nightmares was that you couldn’t prepare for them. They sneaked up on you when you were most vulnerable, wrecking havoc and mayhem when you were totally defenseless.
And they didn’t always happen while you were sleeping.
I sat in an agonized daze as Mark and Mr. Waters went over the fine points of the Kingsman Vodka ads, achingly aware of Lauren sitting at the head of the table in a black suit with white shirt and tie.
She was pointedly ignoring me, had been from the moment I walked into the Cross Industries conference room aside from a cursory handshake when Mr. Waters introduced us. That brief touch of her skin against mine had sent a charge of awareness through me, my body immediately recognizing her as the one that had pleasured it all night. Lauren hadn’t seemed to register the contact at all, her gaze trained above my head as she’d said, “Miss Cabello.”
The contrast to the last time we’d been in the room was profound. Then, she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off me. Her focus had been searing and blatant, and when we’d left the room she’d told me that she wanted to fuck me and would dispense with anything that got in the way of her doing so.
This time, she stood abruptly when the meeting was concluded, shook the hands of Mark and Mr. Waters, and strode out the door with only a short, inscrutable glance at me. Her two directors scurried after her, both attractive brunettes.
Mark shot me a questioning look across the table. I shook my head.
I made it back to my desk. I worked industriously for the rest of the day. During my lunch break, I stayed in and looked up things to do with my dad. I decided on three possibilities—the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, and a Broadway play, with the trip to Ellis Island reserved for if he really had a desire to go. Otherwise, I figured we could skip the ferry and just check her out from the shore. His time in the city was short, and I didn’t want to overload it with a bunch of running around.
On my last break of the day, I called Lauren’s office.
“Hi, Scott,” I greeted her secretary. “Is it possible for me to talk to your boss real quick?”
“Hold on a minute and I’ll see.”
I half-expected to have my call rejected, but a couple of minutes later I was put through.
“Yes, Camila?”
I took the length of a heartbeat to savor the sound of her voice. “I’m sorry to bother you. This is probably a stupid question, considering, but . . . are you coming to dinner tomorrow to meet my father?”
“I’ll be there,” she said gruffly.
“Are you bringing Ireland?” I was surprised there wasn’t a tremor in my voice, considering the overwhelming relief I felt.
There was a pause. Then, “Yes.”
“Okay.”
“I have a late meeting tonight, so I’ll have to meet you at Dr. Petersen’s. Angus will drive you over. I’ll grab a cab.”
“All right.” I sagged into my seat, feeling a spark of hope. Continuing therapy and meeting my dad could only be seen as positive signs. Lauren and I were struggling. But she hadn’t given up yet. “I’ll see you then.”
* * *
 Angus dropped me off at Dr. Petersen’s office at a quarter to six. I went inside and Dr. Petersen waved at me through his open office door, rising from his seat behind his desk to shake my hand.
“How are you, Camila?”
“I’ve been better.”
His gaze swept over my face. “You look tired.”
“So everyone keeps telling me,” I said dryly.
He looked over my shoulder. “Where’s Lauren?”
“She had a late meeting, so she’s coming separately.”
“All right.” He gestured at the sofa. “This is a nice opportunity for us to talk alone. Is there anything in particular you’d like to discuss before she arrives?”
I settled on the seat and spilled my guts, telling Dr. Petersen about the amazing trip to the Outer Banks and then the bizarre, inexplicable week we’d had since. “I just don’t get it. I feel like she’s in trouble, but I can’t get her to open up at all. She’s completely cut me off emotionally. Honestly, I’m beginning to get whiplash. I’m also worried that her change in behavior is because of Corinne. Every time we’ve hit one of these walls, it’s because of her.”
I looked at my fingers, which were twisted around each other. They reminded me of my mother’s habit of twisting handkerchiefs, and I forced my hands to relax. “It almost seems like she’s got some kind of hold on her and she can’t break free of it, no matter how she feels about me.”
Dr. Petersen looked up from his typing, studying me. “Did she tell you that she wasn’t going to make her appointment on Tuesday?”
“No.” The news hit me hard. “She didn’t say anything.”
“She didn’t tell me, either. I wouldn’t say that’s typical behavior for her, would you?”
I shook my head.
Dr. Petersen crossed his hands in his lap. “At times, one or both of you will backtrack a bit. That’s to be expected considering the nature of your relationship—you’re not just working on you as a couple, but also as individuals so you can be a couple.”
“I can’t deal with this, though.” I took a deep breath. “I can’t do this yo-yo thing. It’s driving me insane. The letter I sent her . . . It was awful. All true, but awful. We’ve had some really beautiful moments together. She’s said some—”
I had to stop a minute, and when I continued, my voice was hoarse. “She’s said some w-wonderful things to me. I don’t want to lose those memories in a bunch of ugly ones. I keep debating whether I should quit while I’m ahead, but I’m hanging in here because I promised her—and myself—that I wouldn’t run anymore. That I was going to dig my feet in and fight for this.”
“That’s something you’re working on?”
“Yes. Yes, it is. And it’s not easy. Because some of the things she does . . . I react in ways I’ve learned to avoid. For my own sanity! At some point you have to say you gave it your best shot and it didn’t work out. Right?”
Dr. Petersen’s head tilted to the side. “And if you don’t, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“You’re asking me?”
“Yes. Worst-case scenario.”
“Well . . .” I splayed my fingers on my thighs. “She keeps drifting away from me, which makes me cling harder and lose all sense of self-worth. And we end up with her going back to life as she knew it and me going back to therapy trying to get my head on straight again.”
He continued to look at me, and something about his patient watchfulness prodded me to keep talking.
“I’m afraid that she won’t cut me loose when it’s time and that I won’t know better. That I’ll keep hanging on to the sinking ship and go down with it. I just wish I could trust that she’d end it, if it comes to that.”
“Do you think that needs to happen?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” I pulled my gaze away from the clock on the wall. “But considering it’s nearly seven and she stood us both up tonight, it seems likely.”
* * *
 It was crazy to me that I wasn’t surprised to find the Bentley waiting outside my apartment at quarter to five in the morning. The driver who climbed out from behind the wheel when I stepped outside wasn’t familiar to me. He was much younger than Angus; early thirties was my guess. He looked Latino, with rich caramel-hued skin, and dark hair and eyes.
“Thanks,” I told him, when he rounded the front of the vehicle, “but I’ll just grab a cab.”
Hearing that, the night doorman to my building stepped out to the street to flag one down for me.
“Miss. Jauregui said I’m to take you to La Guardia,” the driver said.
“You can tell Miss. Jauregui that I won’t be requiring her transportation services now or in the future.” I moved toward the cab the doorman had hailed, but stopped and turned around. “And tell her to go fuck herself, too.”
I slid into the cab and settled back as it pulled away.
* * *
 I’ll admit to some bias when I say my father stands out in a crowd, but that didn’t make it less true.
As he exited the secure security area, Victor Reyes commanded attention. He was six feet tall, fit and well built, and had the commanding presence of a man who wore a badge. His gaze raked the immediate area around him, always a cop even when he wasn’t on duty. He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and wore blue jeans with a black button-down shirt. His hair was dark and wavy, his eyes stormy and gray like mine. He was seriously hot in a brooding, dangerous, bad boy sort of way, and I tried to picture him alongside my mother’s fragile, haughty beauty. I’d never seen them together, not even in pictures, and I really wanted to. If only just once.
“Daddy!” I yelled, waving.
His face lit up when he saw me, and a wide smile curved his mouth.
“There’s my girl.” He picked me up in a hug that had my feet dangling above the floor. “I’ve missed you like crazy.”
I started crying. I couldn’t help it. Being with him again was the last emotional straw.
“Hey.” He rocked me. “What’s with the tears?”
I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, so grateful to have him with me, knowing all the other troubles in my life would fade into the background while he was around.
“I missed you like crazy, too,” I said, sniffling.
We took a cab back to my place. On the ride over, my dad asked me the same sort of investigative questions about Cary’s attack as the detectives had asked Cary in the hospital. I tried to keep him distracted with that discussion when we pulled up outside my building, but it didn’t do any good.
My dad’s eagle eyes took in the modern glass overhang attached to the brick façade of the building. He stared at the doorman, Paul, who touched the brim of his hat and opened the door for us. He studied the front desk and concierge, and rocked back on his heels as we waited for the elevator.
He didn’t say anything and kept his poker face on, but I knew he was thinking about how much my digs must cost in a city like New York. When I showed him into my apartment, his sweeping gaze took in the size of the place. The massive windows had a stunning view of the city, and the flat-screen television mounted on the wall was just one of the many top-of-the-line electronics on display.
He knew I couldn’t afford the place on my own. He knew my mother’s husband was providing for me in ways he would never be able to. And I wondered if he thought about my mother, and how what she needed was also beyond his means.
“The security here is really tight,” I told him by way of explanation. “It’s impossible to get past the front desk if you’re not on the list and a resident can’t be reached to vouch for you.”
My dad exhaled in a rush. “That’s good.”
“Yeah. I don’t think Mom could sleep at night otherwise.”
That made some of the tension leave his shoulders.
“Let me show you to your room.” I led him down the hallway to the guest room suite. It had its own bathroom and mini-bar with fridge. I saw him noting those things before he dropped his duffel on the king-size bed. “Are you tired?”
He looked at me. “I know you are. And you have to work today, don’t you? Why don’t we nap for a bit before you have to get up?”
I stifled a yawn and nodded, knowing I could use the couple of hours of shut-eye. “Sounds good.”
“Wake me when you’re up,” he said, rolling his shoulders back. “I’ll make the coffee while you’re getting ready.”
“Awesome.” My voice came husky with suppressed tears. Lauren almost always had coffee waiting for me on days when she’d spent the night, because she got up before me. I missed that little ritual of ours.
Somehow, I’d have to learn to live without it.
Pushing up onto my tiptoes, I kissed my dad’s cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here, Daddy.”
I closed my eyes and clung tightly when he hugged me.
* * *
 I stepped out of the small market with my bags of grocery ingredients for dinner and frowned at finding Angus idling at the curb. I’d refused a ride in the morning and again when I’d left the Crossfire, and he was still following and shadowing. It was ridiculous. I couldn’t help but wonder if Lauren didn’t want me as a girlfriend anymore, but her neurotic lust for my body meant that she didn’t want anyone else to have me—namely Brett.
As I walked home, I entertained thoughts of having Brett over for dinner instead, imagining Angus having to make that call to Lauren when Brett came strolling up to my place. It was just a quick vengeful fantasy, since I wouldn’t lead Brett on that way and he was in Florida anyway, but it did the trick. My step lightened and when I entered my apartment, I was in my first really good mood in days.
I dumped all the dinner stuff off in the kitchen, then went to find my dad. He was hanging out in Cary’s room playing a video game. Cary worked a nunchuk one-handed, since his other hand was in a cast.
“Woo!” my dad shouted. “Spanked.”
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Cary shot back, “taking advantage of an invalid.”
“I’m crying a river here.”
Cary looked at me in the doorway and winked. I loved him so much in that moment I couldn’t stop myself from crossing over to him and pressing a kiss to his bruised forehead.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Thank me with dinner. I’m starving.”
I straightened. “I got the goods to make enchiladas.”
My dad looked at me, smiling, knowing I’d need his help. “Yeah?”
“When you’re ready,” I told him. “I’m going to grab a shower.”
Forty-five minutes later, my dad and I were in the kitchen rolling cheese and store-bought rotisserie chicken—my little cheat to save time—into lard-soaked white corn tortillas. In the living room, the CD changer slipped in the next disk and Van Morrison’s soulful voice piped through the surround sound speakers.
“Oh yeah,” my dad said, reaching for my hand and tugging me away from the counter. “Hum-de-rum, hum-de-rum, moondance,” he sang in his deep baritone, twirling me.
I laughed, delighted.
Using the back of his hand against my spine to keep his greasy fingers off me, he swept me into a dance around the island, both of us singing the song and laughing. We were making our second revolution when I noticed the two people standing at the breakfast bar.
My smile fled and I stumbled, forcing my dad to catch me.
“You got two left feet?” he teased, his eyes only on me.
“Camila’s a wonderful dancer,” Lauren interjected, her face arrested in that implacable mask I detested.
My dad turned, his smile fading, too.
Lauren rounded the bar and entered the kitchen. She’d dressed for the occasion in jeans and a Yankees T-shirt. It was a suitably casual choice and a conversation starter, since my dad was a die-hard Padres fan.
“I hadn’t realized she was such a good singer, as well. Lauren Jauregui,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand.
“Victor Cabello.” My dad waved his shiny fingers. “I’m a bit messy.”
“I don’t mind.”
Shrugging, my dad took her hand and sized her up.
I tossed the dish towel to them and made my way over to Ireland, who was positively glowing. Her blue eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
“I’m so glad you could make it,” I said, hugging her carefully. “You look gorgeous!”
“So do you!”
It was a fib, but I appreciated it anyway. I hadn’t done anything to my face or hair after my shower, because I knew my dad wouldn’t care and I hadn’t expected Lauren to show up. After all, the last time I’d heard from her had been when she’d said she would meet me at Dr. Petersen’s office.
She looked over at the counter where I’d dumped everything. “Can I help?”
“Sure. Just don’t count calories in your head—it’ll explode.” I introduced her to my dad, who was much warmer to her than he was to Lauren, and then I led her to the sink, where she washed up.
In short order, I had her helping to roll the last few enchiladas, while my dad put the already chilled Dos Equis Lauren had brought into the fridge. I didn’t even bother to wonder how Lauren knew I was serving Mexican food for dinner. I only wondered why she’d invest the time to find out when it was very clear she other things to do—like ditch her appointments.
My dad went to his room to wash up. Lauren came up behind me and put her hands on my waist, her lips brushing over my temple. “Camila.”
I tensed against the nearly irresistible urge to lean into her. “Don’t,” I whispered. “I’d rather we didn’t pretend.”
Her breath left her in a rush that ruffled my hair. Her fingers tightened on my hips, kneading for a moment. Then I felt her phone vibrate and she released me, backing away to look at the screen.
“Excuse me,” she said gruffly, leaving the kitchen before answering.
Ireland sidled over and whispered, “Thank you. I know you made her bring me along.”
I managed a smile for her. “Nobody can make Lauren do anything she doesn’t want to.”
“You could.” She tossed her head, throwing her sleek waist-length black hair over her shoulder. “You didn’t see her watching you dance with your dad. Her eyes got all shiny. I thought she was going to cry. And on the way up here, in the elevator, she tried to play it off, but I could totally tell she was nervous.”
I stared down at the can of enchilada sauce in my hands, feeling my heart break a little more.
“You’re mad at her, aren’t you?” Ireland asked.
I cleared my throat. “Some people are just better off as friends.”
“But you said you love her.”
“That’s not always enough.” I turned around to reach the can opener and found Lauren standing at the other end of the island, staring at me. I froze.
A muscle in her jaw twitched before she unclenched it. “Would you like a beer?” she asked gruffly.
I nodded. I could’ve used a shot, too. Maybe a few.
“Want a glass?”
“No.”
She looked at Ireland. “You thirsty? There’s soda, water, milk.”
“How about one of those beers?” she shot back, flashing a winsome smile.
“Try again,” she said wryly.
I watched Ireland, noting how she sparkled when Lauren focused on her. I couldn’t believe she didn’t see how she loved her. Maybe right now it was based on superficial things, but it was there and it would grow with a little encouragement. I hoped she’d work on that.
When Lauren handed me the chilled beer, her fingers brushed mine. She held on for a minute, looking into my eyes. I knew she was thinking about the other night.
It seemed like a dream now, as if her visit never really happened. I could almost believe that I’d made it up in a desperate delusion, so hungry for her touch and her love that I couldn’t go another minute without giving my mind relief from the madness of wanting and craving. If it weren’t for the lingering soreness deep inside me, I wouldn’t know what was real and what was nothing but false hope.
I pulled the beer out of her grasp and turned away. I didn’t want to say we were done and over, but it was certain now that we needed a break from each other. Lauren needed to figure out what she was doing, what she was looking for, and whether I had any meaningful place in her life. Because this roller-coaster ride we were on was going to break me, and I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.
“Can I help with anything?” she asked.
I answered without looking at her, because doing so was too painful. “Can you see if we can get Cary out here? He’s got a wheelchair.”
“All right.”
She left the room, and I could suddenly breathe deeply again.
Ireland hurried over. “What happened to Cary?”
“I’ll tell you about it while we set the table.”
* * *
 I was surprised I could eat. I think I was too fascinated by the silent showdown between my dad and Lauren to notice that I was stuffing food into my mouth. At one end of the table, Cary was charming Ireland into peals of laughter that kept making me smile. At the other end, my dad sat at the head of the table, with Lauren on his left and me on his right.
They were talking. The conversation had opened with baseball, as I’d expected, then migrated into golf. On the surface, both seemed relaxed, but the air around them was highly charged. I noticed that Lauren wasn’t wearing her expensive watch. She’d planned carefully to appear as “normal” as possible.
But nothing Lauren did on the outside could change who she was on the inside. It was impossible to hide what she was—a dominant person, a captain of industry, a woman of privilege. It was in every gesture she made, every word she spoke, every look she gave.
So she and my father were in the position of struggling to find who would be the alpha, and I suspected I hung in the balance. As if anyone were in control of my life but me.
Still, I understood that my father had only really been allowed to be a dad in the last four years, and he wasn’t ready to give it up. Lauren, however, was jockeying for a position I was no longer prepared to give her.
But she was wearing the ring I’d given her. I tried not to read anything into it, but I wanted to hope. I wanted to believe.
We’d all finished the main course and I was pushing to my feet to clear the table for dessert when the intercom buzzed. I answered.
“Camila? NYPD detectives Graves and Michna are here,” the gal at the front desk said.
I glanced at Cary, wondering if the detectives had found out who’d attacked him. I gave the go-ahead for them to come up and hurried back to the dining table.
Cary looked at me with raised brows, curious.
“It’s the detectives,” I explained. “Maybe they have news.”
My dad’s focus immediately shifted. Honed. “I’ll let them in.”
Ireland helped me clear up. We’d just dumped the cups into the sink when the doorbell rang. I wiped my hands with a dish towel and went out to the living room.
The two detectives who entered weren’t the ones I expected, because they weren’t the ones who’d questioned Cary at the hospital on Monday.
Lauren appeared out of the hallway, shoving her phone into her pocket.
I wondered who’d been calling her all night.
“Camila Cabello,” the female detective said, stepping deeper into my apartment. She was a thin woman with a severe face and sharply intelligent blue eyes, which were her best feature. Her hair was brown and curly, her face clean of makeup. She wore slacks over dark flats, a poplin shirt, and a lightweight jacket that didn’t hide the badge and gun clipped to her belt. “I’m Detective Shelley Graves of the NYPD. This is my partner Detective Richard Michna. We’re sorry to disturb you on a Friday night.”
Michna was older, taller, and portly. His hair was graying at the temples and receding at the top, but he had a strong face and dark eyes that raked the room while Graves focused on me.
“Hello,” I greeted them.
My father shut the door, and something about the way he moved or carried himself caught Michna’s attention. “You on the job?”
“In California,” my dad confirmed. “I’m visiting Camila, my daughter. What’s this about?”
“We’d just like to ask you a few questions, Miss Cabello,” Graves said. She looked at Lauren. “And you, too, Miss. Jauregui.”
“Does this have something to do with the attack on Cary?” I asked.
She glanced at him. “Why don’t we sit down.”
We all moved into the living room, but only Ireland and I ended up taking a seat. Everyone else remained on their feet, with my dad pushing Cary’s wheelchair.
“Nice place you’ve got here,” Michna said.
“Thank you.” I looked at Cary, wondering what the hell was going on.
“How long are you in town?” the detective asked my dad.
“Just for the weekend.”
Graves smiled at me. “You go out to California a lot to see your dad?”
“I just moved from there a couple months ago.”
“I went to Disneyland once when I was a kid,” she said. “That was a while ago, obviously. I’ve been meaning to get back out there.”
I frowned, not understanding why we were making small talk.
“We just need to ask you a couple of questions,” Michna said, pulling a notepad out of the interior pocket of his jacket. “We don’t want to hold you up any longer than we have to.”
Graves nodded, her eyes still on me. “Can you tell us if you’re familiar with a man named Nathan Barker, Miss Cabello?”
The room spun. Cary cursed and pushed unsteadily to his feet, taking the few steps to reach the seat beside me. He caught up my hand.
“Miss Cabello?” Graves took a seat on the other end of the sectional.
“He’s her former stepbrother,” Cary snapped. “What’s this about?”
“When’s the last time you saw Barker?” Michna asked.
In a courtroom . . . I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry as sawdust. “Eight years ago,” I said hoarsely.
“Did you know he was here in New York?”
Oh God. I shook my head violently.
“Where’s this going?” my dad asked.
I looked helplessly at Cary, then at Lauren. My dad didn’t know about Nathan. I didn’t want him to know.
Cary squeezed my hand. Lauren wouldn’t even look at me.
“Miss. Jauregui,” Graves said. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you know Nathan Barker?”
My eyes pleaded with Lauren not to say anything in front of my dad, but she never once glanced my way.
“You wouldn’t be asking that question,” she answered, “if you didn’t already know the answer.”
My stomach dropped. A violent shiver moved through me. Still, Lauren wouldn’t look at me. My brain was trying to process what was happening . . . what it meant . . . what was going on . . .
“Is there a point to these questions?” my father asked.
The blood was roaring in my ears. My heart was pounding with something like terror. The mere thought of Nathan being so close was enough to send me into a panic. I was panting. The room was swimming before my eyes. I thought I might pass out.
Graves was watching me like a hawk. “Can you just tell us where you were yesterday, Miss Cabello?”
“Where I was?” I repeated. “Yesterday?”
“Don’t answer that,” my dad ordered. “This interview isn’t going any further until we know what this is about.”
Michna nodded, as if he’d expected the interruption. “Nathan Barker was found dead this morning.”
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gbl-eis · 11 months
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platanoscamz · 2 years
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Instagram fuck you!!! 😭😭
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noemiicermenatii · 2 years
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Lauren Fetus>> she is so cute, isn’t her?
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delusional-as-fuck · 1 year
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I just met Lauren Jauregui a couple days ago. SHE'S EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL IRL AND TOLD ME "I LOVE YOU"
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sweetindisposition · 1 year
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I loved this photo, it's so Tumblr, not ironically, it's perfect
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memezeira-fbi · 3 months
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I miss making theories about Camren on my old Instagram account, it was every outbreak about theories that made sense. Besides, he gathered all the possible information he had about Camren and put it all together for everyone to see and remember that it was real. It was all part of the industry's plan
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07/03/23 Lauren jauregui en Lima-Perú, fue una noche muy espectacular 🌹💜😭😭 i love u, Lolo ✨🤍
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gaydreamersstuff · 2 years
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y’all i see lauren jauregui in 10 days
it has not set in yet that i’m about to see the woman who’s been my #1 idol for like 4 years now
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