Lauren Jauregui Imagines

The Other Jauregui

Tonight, you and Chris are studying at his house thanks to the huge exam you have tomorrow and the fact that your parents have dinner guests over, ultimately forcing you out of you house.

You don't mind spending the night at your boyfriend's house. His parents are lovely, you just have a hard time being around his older sister Lauren.

You're not even really sure what her problem with you is, but since Chris introduced you to his family, you haven't received the warmest of welcomes from her. She's always staring at you and Chris, never really leaving you alone. It's just strange.

"You okay babe?" you hear Chris ask as he stops his car, and only then do you realize that you're at his house.

"Hm? Oh yeah I'm fine" you reply unconvincingly, averting your eyes from that of your boyfriend's.

"Y/N, is this about Lauren?"

You cringe slightly at the fact that you're clearly so easy to read. You nod your head in response, releasing a sigh.

"Y/N, babe it's fine. She doesn't hate you" he explains, and you scoff at his words. "She doesn't."

"Then why is she constantly staring at me, watching everything I do when I'm over here? She even stares at me when we're at school Chris, I don't get why she's so mad at me" you confess, feeling your chin tremble.

You're a sensitive person, and you hate it when you know someone doesn't like you, especially when that someone happens to be your boyfriend's sister.

"Talk to her tonight Y/N, maybe it's all some misunderstanding" Chris replies half heartedly, almost sounding as if he's bored of trying to comfort you with this.

You admit, you can be difficult to deal with at times, but shouldn't he want his sister and girlfriend to get along?

"Whatever" you respond before slamming the passenger door shut, following him up to the front door.

"What's got you so mad?" he asks, but you choose to ignore him. "Y/N, are you kidding me right now?"

"It doesn't matter Chris, just drop it" you reply, immediately pushing passed him the second the door opens, only resulting in you bumping into the one and only Lauren Jauregui.

"Sorry" you quickly mumble, feeling overwhelmed by your thoughts. You make your way into the living room, remembering Mrs Jauregui's rules about not being allowed into Chris' room, and open your books to try and study.

"What's gotten into her?" you hear Lauren ask Chris, but you try and pretend that you're oblivious.

"You tell me Lauren, you're the cause of it" he argues back, and for once you're surprised that he's standing up to her.

"What? Why? I haven't done shit Chris" she argues back, and you have to bite your inner cheek to stop yourself from crying.

"Exactly Lauren!" he whisper-shouts, "ever since Y/N and I started dating you've practically acted like she doesn't exist, or you give her your famous bitch glare! I'm tired of it, and it's making Y/N think that you hate her."

You're grateful that he's sticking up for you but you don't want to also look like some emotional little girl who can't handle a little dislike.

To tell the truth, you've admired Lauren for a long time. Before you and Chris started dating, you used to envy Lauren for her appearance and style. You even had a tiny crush on her, not that you'd tell Chris that. But when you first started dating, you were so excited to be introduced to her, and it's safe to say it didn't live up to what you thought.

"I don't hate her Chris" you hear Lauren admit, and there's a tone in her voice that causes you to look up from your pretend-studying.

She has a look in her eyes that almost reads guilt, but you're not so sure.

"Yeah? Well tell her that, because she's really unhappy Lauren" Chris replies before turning around to make his way over to the table.

You quickly avert your eyes back to your textbook, trying to act busy.

"I know you heard it all Y/N, you're a terrible liar" Chris chuckles, and you lift your gaze to see him smiling at you with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry" you whisper, trying to keep your composure. "I don't know why this all gets to me so much" you confess while playing with the pencil in your hand.

"It's okay--"

"Hey, Y/N?"

Looking up, you see Lauren standing in the doorway with an expression you can't quite read.

"Can we talk?" she asks, and you find myself looking over at Chris for an answer. He nods his head before giving your hand a squeeze, and you immediately do the same before following the brunette up to her room.

Feeling anxious, you make your way over to her bed. You don't know what to expect, but being alone in a room with the girl who clearly hates your guts doesn't exactly make you feel very good.

There's an awkward silence as Lauren sits down next to you, her eyes staring at the duvet beneath you both.

"Look, I don't hate you" she starts, and your eyes drop before deciding to look at her instead. Her body language just screams 'get me out of here'.

"You don't?" you ask, causing her eyes to look up to meet yours. She shakes her head. "Then why have you been so cold with me?"

She looks into your eyes with such a pain behind them that you almost want to pull her in for a hug. There's a gloss over them that only tells you she's fighting back tears. But why?

"I wish I could tell you, Y/N" she admits, her voice shaky, and you somehow find yourself moving in closer to the vulnerable girl, taking her hand in yours.

Neither of you speak for a while, and instead you use your thumb to caress the back of her hand. It's something your mom used to do with you to help calm you down.

"Please Lauren.." you say softly while giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Tell me."

"It'll ruin everything" she replies, looking at you as her lip trembles.

You find myself staring between her eyes and lips, not really understanding why. Only then do you realize that she's doing the same.

"Lauren.."

"Y/N, I-I can't tell you, I can only show you" she whispers, and you feel her hand that's in yours slowly start to move to hold your wrist, and then up your arm.

You feel frozen, in a trance as her green eyes pierce into your own. You find myself nodding to her words as your mouth dries up.

"Then show me."

It takes you a second to process what's actually happening. Her lips feel so soft against yours, as if your lips were made to kiss each other. Your boyfriend's sister. You're kissing Lauren Jauregui.

Oh God, Chris. No. No this is so wrong, but your mind can't seem to stop myself.

You feel her fingers run through your hair, down your neck and to your sides, gently squeezing your skin. You can't fight the moan that escapes your lips as you lay down on her bed, Lauren laying on top of you. One of her legs sits in between yours, and the friction from your clothing doesn't help.

"I love you" she whispers against your neck before sucking on your sweet spot, and you find yourself too turned on to stop.

You've never felt this way with Chris. Something always felt off, but you put it down to your inexperience. But right now, with Lauren's hand tracing the exposed skin above your jeans, and her lips on your neck, you feel like maybe you've been with the wrong Jauregui all along.

"This'll be our little secret, okay Y/N?" Lauren whispers in your ear, and you find yourself immediately nodding in response before flipping her over, now with you straddling her.

"Okay."