Lauren Jauregui Imagines (Lauren/You)

She gets Jealous (Camila)

"Yeah, here give me your phone." She demanded and I handed it over to her 

She entered her number, kissed my cheek then left. 

"You like her Camzi?" I asked 

She ignored me and walked away. Oh my gods! Was she jealous? Ugh! I ran after her and grabbed her hand. She swatted me away like I was a fly. "Come on Camzzz" 

"Do you like her (Y/N)?" She asked

"No! Only as a friend. I love you way more, Camzi" I said honestly. It was true

"Didn't seem like it. You ignored me the whole time." Camila said

"I wasn't! You didn't want to join in the conversation when I tried to get you into it. You just replied with short answers." 

"I wasn't needed or wanted in it. It was no use." 

"I wanted you to talk to me."

"No, you didn't. All you cared about was your little precious Nat..." She spat at me

"No, Camzi. I'm sorry okay? I love you. I won't talk to her ever again if it makes you happy" I offered her

"No. You'll still talk to her. It doesn't matter. You like her more than me" 

"NO I DON'T CAMILA! I love you!"

"Are you sure you even love me anymore?" Camila asked

I couldn't take this anymore. I reached my limit. "YOU KNOW WHAT? WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY LOVE FOR YOU? IT'S UNCONDITIONAL. BUT FOR YOU, I'M NOT SO SURE. YOU WON'T EVEN ADMIT TO YOUR FANS THAT YOU'RE BI. MUCH LESS IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH ME. SO DON'T YOU DARE QUESTION IT. I LOVE YOU! But I'm not even too sure you do anymore..." I said and ran off

"NOOO! (Y/N)! WAIT!" Camila tried to catch up to me

I shook my head and kept running. Why did she always have to do this? Every single time, I was talking with another girl, she would get jealous. I love her. I tell her that every single time it happens. But she still gets jealous. I don't understand why. I trust her enough. I only get jealous when a girl is openly flirting with her and she did nothing to stop it. Why can't she trust me. I've had enough. She would always do this but this time it was even worse. She says that I don't love her enough when it's actually quite the opposite. BECAUSE SHE WOULD AT LEAST TELL HER FANS. It's been 2 years. Wasn't that enough to time to be ready to tell the world? Of course, there is going to be some hate but that's life. And she's just going to have to deal with it. We were going to deal with it but now, I've had enough. She can deal with it herself...when she wants to come out.  

I finally arrived at my house. Finally, I can just take a shower and go to sleep. I don't feel like doing anything else. I don't want to think about her. It's terrible. I got in the shower and let the lukewarm water flow down my body. Making myself think, that it's washing the events of today away. If, only it could truly wash all the pain away. I sighed deeply as I turned off the water; my tears mixing with the water dripping down from my bangs. I blew dried (is that right? idk) my hair and put on my PJ's. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before heading to bed. I got under the warm covers and just lied there for a while before I slowly drifted off.