Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Bad Habits part 2

9 years later...

"Congratulations Ms. Y/N for the award. And also for the exhibit. I am looking forward to more of your works."

"Thank you Mr. Han for this opportunity. You don't know how much this means to me." I said as I shook his hand. He chuckled holding my hand.

"No thank you Ms. Y/N for sharing your talent to the world. It really is just breathtaking." I felt a bit lightheaded now and smiled widely.

"Please Mr. Han, call me Y/N. I feel like I'm old already when you call me Ms." He smiled and was about to say something but got cut off by an all too familiar voice.

"That's because you are old already, Ms. Y/N." I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing already who it was. Dinah Jane, everybody.

She put her arm around my neck and pinched my cheeks before turning to Mr. Han.

"Yo." She greeted him, who was obviously feeling uncomfortable now. Poor old man. I thought as I held back my laughter. He cleared his throat.

"Well...I'll see more of your paintings now Y/N. Wish you a good day." He said before turning to leave quickly. I laughed now, Dinah joining me.

"Dinah! You scared the poor old man away!" I exclaimed, slapping her arm playfully. She raised her eyebrows, pointing to herself.

"Me?! I was only being nice to him. And you were probably the one who scared him. You know, with your face and all." I gasped and faked hurt. I then started slapping at her repeatedly, but not hard enough to hurt her. She started to slap at me back and I gasped but continued with my torture to her.

"Hey hey hey! Hands off my CheeChee!" Camila scolded playfully, coming in between us but ended up joining the torture. We laughed, stopping now as we saw Camila pouting. And that pout was just irresistible.

"Aww my poor Chancho." She cooed, kissing her pout away which turned into a make out session. I fake gagged at them, causing them to slap me playfully.

"Don't you worry my Chancho. That's just what happens to people who doesn't have sex life." We all erupted into laughter, some heads turning to us but we couldn't really care. Well, that's Camila and Dinah for you. They were the most craziest goofballs I've ever came across. But they were special to me and really close to my heart. They were the ones who took care of me and helped me with my dream of becoming an artist.

Here I was, a successful artist with award-winning paintings. And also I'm proud to say that I'm not smoking anymore. I quit smoking 9 years ago. With them by my side, I was able to see things in a different way. I don't look at myself as a messed up person. I now look at myself as a person who made mistakes and learned from them, and is now starting to do things for the better.

"Y/N." Camila called out, with a concerned look in her eyes.

"Where did you just go?" She joked, I chuckled lightly.

"You know...just thinking of how much you have helped me." I admitted, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. They smiled softly.

"It was all you Y/N. And you helped us too. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be together with this dumbass right here." Camila said, flicking Dinah's forehead in the process.

"Did you just call me dumb?" Dinah asked offended in fake hurt. Camila apologized and they started kissing again. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head slightly. They pulled away, both of their lips swollen and face eating grins plastered on their faces. My heart ached a bit. I can't lie, I miss it. Those cheesy moments with your girlfriend. Heck, who am I kidding? I miss her.