Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 73

A/N: One word: Long. This chapter is longer than the last few.

This is fun times and settling one issue for good.

Only a few more chapters till the wedding.

Thank you for reading and all the likes/comments and I hope you enjoy.

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"I don't want you to go," Lauren confessed as she pulled the brunette back into bed. "If you stay here you can have just as much fun." She cooed in a little voice as she worked at unbuttoning Camila's blouse that she had just put on.

"Fun like you've been showing me all afternoon?" Camila asked as she leaned into a deep kiss as the raven-haired pulled the fabric off her shoulders.

"Fun just like that. I've been trying to show you what you're missing if you leave."

In a fluid motion, Camila pulled away and jumped off the bed, starting to walk to the bathroom, lifting her blouse back onto her shoulders. "That's what our honeymoon is for, Babe," Lauren growled and threw her head back on the pillow. "And you should get dressed before Zayn arrives. I don't want him to think he's having a really fun night as well."

Lauren pouted her bottom lip and played with her fingers. "I don't want you to go."

"You've already told me that."

"Doesn't it mean anything to you?" She pouted further, throwing her hands down against the mattress.

"It means that you're jealous and uneasy about them taking me to a strip club."

"And you're not going to be jealous or uneasy when they take me?"

Camila poked her head out of the bathroom as she put in her earring and smirked. "That's why I get my night first. That way when I'm pacing around on your night and they bring you home drunk off your ass, I can't get mad or jealous because I've already done the same thing."

Lauren deadpanned. "Who thought a bachelorette party out that logically?"

"Kim."

"Of course." Lauren shrugged at the obviousness of the answer. "So... how do you think Frankie and Ashlee are going to handle a strip club?"

The brunette laughed a dark and evil laugh as she retreated back into the bathroom. "Normani said they will already be tipsy by the time they got here. She is going to make sure of it. She said that they will be loaded up with booze and ones."

Lauren scrunched her face and ran her hand over her eyes at the thought of Camila slipping one dollar bills into the g-string of a group of strippers. "I know these nights are supposed to be like one last celebration of the single life, but I think they're more of a test than a celebration."

"Are questioning my loyalty?"

"No. Of course not." She had no doubts about Camila's loyalty or her own. "I'm questioning my ability to keep my jealousy and possessiveness in check," Lauren admitted finally getting out of bed to get dressed. She slipped on a tee shirt and then pulled it right back off. Zayn was going to be here. She at least needed to put on a bra. Lesbian or not, the man would try.

"That's cute." The brunette confessed as she skipped out of the bathroom and pecked the half-dressed Lauren lips before finding her heels. "But you'll be just fine. Zayn will keep you distracted."

"I'm sure he will. I would just rather have you to distract me."

The buzzer rang out through the house earning a big grin from Camila and a growl from Lauren as she watched the brunette run out of the room to answer it. Slipping on the nearest pair of jeans, Lauren sulked her way down the stairs as Zayn and Normani walked out of the elevator with Camila. "Alright, Baby. I'm going."