Imagines Camren/You G!P

Nightmare (Lauren)

Lauren's POV

I'm sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for my fiancée, Y/n, to come home. It's already 11:00 PM, and she's still not home. I'm starting to worry.

Y/n works at the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) and often finds herself in dangerous situations. DEA is responsible for combating drug-related crimes, including taking down various criminal groups like drug cartels.

My thoughts are restless, wondering if something happened to her. No, I would know if something happened.

To ward off negative thoughts, I decided to turn on the TV. I flip through channels, but there's nothing interesting on. Eventually, I settle on some nature documentary.

Well, it's better than nothing. I think.

To make myself more comfortable, I lie down on the couch. The images of nature and animals on the TV somewhat calm me, though I still worry in the back of my mind. The soothing narrator's voice, talking about a herd of zebras visible on the screen, lulls me to sleep. I struggle against it, but unfortunately, I lose.

I'm on the couch, feeling strange, as if something bad is about to happen. Suddenly, my phone rings. I look at the caller ID.

Nick.

Y/n's best friend and colleague. My anxiety grows.

"Hello?"

"Lauren?"

"Yes, it's me, Nick. Why are you calling?" I ask, already knowing I won't like the answer.

"Lauren... I... I don't know how to say this," he sighs. "Y/n has been shot." When he says it, I feel my heart break, and tears well up in my eyes.

"W-what?"

"We were on a mission, and then there was a shootout." He explains, and only one question keeps running through my mind.

"Is she alive?" I ask, deep down knowing the answer.

"N-no," I hear despair in his voice. "she was hit in the head."

Incredible pain and grief overcome me as I hear that answer. The held-back tears finally flow.

"No... this can't be true." My voice trembles, and my hands start shaking. "Don't joke like that!"

"It's not a joke, Lauren. Y/n is gone." His voice breaks too. He's also crying.

"No. No!" I scream desperately.

"Lauren, you need to calm down."

"No! She's alive. She has to be!"

More tears.

"Lauren."

"No."

"LAUREN!"

Suddenly, I wake up and quickly sit up. My breath is uneven, and tears are streaming down my cheeks.

"Lauren." I hear a calm voice. It's Y/n. She crouches next to me, looking at me with concern.

"Y/n! I thought... I thought..." I can't finish the sentence as the words disappear in my sobs. Y/n wraps her arms around me, comforting me with her warmth. "It's alright. It was just a bad dream, love."

I bury my head further into her chest and allow myself to cry. She holds me tighter and strokes my back soothingly. After a while, I'm still trembling with fear, but I feel my heart starting to slow down its frantic beating. My breathing calms, and the tears stop flowing.

I pull away from her embrace. Y/n gently wipes away my tears and smiles at me. "I'm okay. It was just a nightmare."

I nod, knowing my fiancée is right. It was only a bad dream.

"I was worried about you," I say. "You were gone for so long."

Y/n looks at me apologetically. "I'm sorry. I was needed at work for longer."

"I understand." I smile at her, showing her that everything is okay now. That I've calmed down.

Y/n straightens up and extends her hand. "Let's go to sleep. I'm tired." I take her hand, and with her help, I stand up. As I move toward our bedroom, her hand still holding mine pulls me back to her, and she kisses me tenderly.

I feel safe in her arms, and I want to continue our kiss, but she pulls back. She smiles warmly, but tiredness is evident on her face.

"Let's go to sleep," I say. She leads me to the bedroom, where we change into our pajamas. We both get into bed, and she wraps her arm around me, keeping me close.

"I love you, Lauren. And I'll always come back to you."