Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Best Friend

'All these tears that I've cried while I'm turned to the side, and you're in the same fucking bed.
Wish I had no expectations, but I expect, you expect, we expect.'

Her raspy voice washed over you, in gentle waves. There was something so powerful, yet so soothing about the way the words would leave her lips and echo around the bland dressing room.

You had been touring the world with your best friend for over a year now and you never got tired of hearing her warming her vocals or humming the melodies, simply drowning in the way her voice mesmerised you.

"Hey! Y/N!" Fingers were snapping in front of your face, frantically clicking to break you from the trance she held you in.

"Huh? What?"

"I said, are we gonna post mates Mexican tonight? You know how much I love that place downtown."

"Sure." She let out a squeak in excitement, a breath-taking smile taking over her features soon after. You'd agree to anything if you could watch her eyes light up and her lips upturn like that.

As the last few people of Lauren's team fussed over her, checking every inch of her body, every step of choreography and every lyric ready to sing, she let the chaos wash over and simply looked into your eyes, practising her breathing exercises like she did every night.

"Kill out there Lo."

"You got it Y/N." With a blow of a kiss and a wink, she followed the stage hands down to her position, her dancers hyping her up every step of the way.

Like clockwork, you went down to your usual position side stage and watched the crowds of harmonisers chant her name and cry tears of happiness in anticipation of her performances. It amazed you every night, that your best friend could have this kind of impact on people's lives.

Why it surprised you, you weren't quite sure, especially considering the impact she had on yourself. Being on tour with Lauren brought a whole different level of closeness between you. As kids you were inseparable but when she joined the band and lived her dream across America, you were left in the dust.

However now, the two of you were back together and you had finally realised you were completely head over heels in love with your best friend, Lauren Jauregui. And you were sure she didn't feel the same.

She never questioned how you would defend her with your life, facing boat loads of hate just to know that her mentions were filled with love instead. How you'd wake up every god damn early work call, whether it was 4am or 8am. How you'd learn her lyrics with her so if she ever forgot, you'd be on hand to help. How you blistered your feet as you learned choreography with her just so she wouldn't be embarrassed doing it alone. Or even the comfort of your arms that you so willingly held open to guide her through difficult times.

Because you were just her best friend.

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'If you want a shot, baby cock and pull.
If you're gonna bite, be a big bad wolf.'

You gape as her movements captivated the audience, her hips grinding suggestively into the hot air, her hands gripping her long brunette hair as she sings into the microphone. Squatting in front of a group of girls, who all seem to scream in excitement and reach out for her, grabbing her hands, her thighs, her arms. Doing anything for a touch of your Lauren.

"YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING TONIGHT!" The crowd was deafening, drowning out the husky tones that were projecting around the arena. "AND YOU GUYS ARE LOOKING GOOD. I see you in the front row." She teasingly flirts, winking at a random young girl in the crowd that was holding a very suggestive poster up.