Just Your Luck (Lauren/You)

Chapter 2

A/N: Yes, I know I'm awful for not updating, yes I know there's a lot a /you fics now, and yes, I'm out of school now, so updates will be infinitely faster and more frequent. Now, questions that I don't have the answers to. 1. Anyone remember this fic? 2. Anyone want me to continue this fic?

...Lauren? Camila's Fifth Harmony Lauren? You mentally look back into your 5H archives and recall the same trademark green eyes, coming to the conclusion of yes, this is in fact Fifth Harmony Lauren.

Well, shit, way to make a good first impression.

"Y'know, I thought you looked familiar," you must have said out loud, because Lauren frowns and studies you before responding with

"Have we met before?" You can't tell if she's joking or asking seriously.

"Not formally," Camila butts in. "But you've informally 'met' my dear friend here in the pics I post on Instagram and by reading my tweets about a certain '(Y/N)' that I refuse to tag-as per their request," Camila gestures to you. "Lauren, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Lauren. I'm sorry that you had to meet under these circumstances, but I've been trying to get you two together for like the last three years now, to no avail might I add, on this one's behalf. This butt munch right here refuses to have anything to do with me outside of Miami," She grins teasingly, getting out of your car as she and obnoxiously gestures at you again, as though that explained everything.

"Hmmm," Lauren hums thoughtfully, continuing to curiously study you but this time with a hint of a smile on her face. She moves out of the way of your car door so that you can follow Camila. Once you're standing next to her outside, she closes your door for you, and you both follow Camila back to check out the damages done. The two of them are much more relaxed now, and you feel yourself loosen up as well.

"Well, now that this shit show is partially your fault, maybe my parents will only cut off one of my hands instead of both of them," Lauren says, squatting on the ground outside to inspect the front of Mike Jauregui's old car.

"Unlikely, I might as well be a Jauregui," Camila banters back.

"But we both know that Mike likes you better," Lauren says, looking up at Camila. They wear matching smirks that you assume are a package deal with the twinkling eyes over whatever inside joke they have here.

"And there's no use in postponing the inevitable. We're gonna have to tell them sooner or later," Lauren continues. After determining that the damage isn't too damaging, she stands up and brushes off her butt, which is damaging to your heart rate.

"I choose later. Let's go get smoothies, you two have a lot to learn about each other," Camila says, pushing Lauren to her car, and then dragging you back to yours. "Meet us at the normal place," she yells over her shoulder at Lauren as Camila gets back into the passenger seat.

You look back at Lauren who hasn't yet gotten into her own vehicle, and find her already looking at you. She shakes her head and shrugs, grinning at the antics that the two of you know to be Camila, and hops into her driver's side. You do the same, and once you're seated, you're met by Camila's hand slapping your shoulder.

"So?" she asks, a smile threatening to consume her entire face.

"...So what?" You ask, watching Lauren's car pull out in front of you before you follow her lead.

"So what'd you think?"

"I think you owe me a rear bumper and a strawberry smoothie."

"No, bubble brain, what'd you think of Lauren?" she smacks your arm again.