Vampirical -- Lauren Jauregui x Reader

Mutual

How did anyone know if they loved someone? They can't possibly imagine life without them.

We kissed again after that, a small peck that ended with two giggling girls still standing amidst knocked out werewolves in the basement of the city hall where one of them had been kidnapped and the other was dumb enough to go and save them; not an everyday scenario.

Then, she'd picked me up and, despite my few, weak protests, carried me all the way back to the house. The girls had spotted our broad smiles, I guessed, because they wore them too now.

"Finally!" Dinah yelled, which I was a little confused about but let it be for now.

"Did you seal the bond yet?" Ally questioned and I looked up at Lauren, who still hadn't put me down, for an answer or an explanation of what that meant.

"No, but Y/n... Y/n, Y/n, Y/n..." she repeated as she looked back down at me, and I couldn't help but laugh softly again. I felt giddy, almost like I was a hyper child again. Still, I'm surprised I didn't pass out at her next words:

"I love you too."

The room erupted into cheers, and soon Lauren had to put me down because the girls were coming in for a group hug. I shivered a little once they had surrounded me because I felt like my temperature had just dropped by a thousand degrees, but I didn't care much because it meant I didn't have any other option except cuddle up to Lauren, so I did just that.

"Laur, will you be my girlfriend?" I asked quietly, forgetting that everyone else was still within at least a foot of me. The only response was them backing off a little with excited looks on their faces.

Lauren chuckled before she replied, "Yes, yes I'll be your girlfriend, Y/n."

And then I forgot about the girls once more and kissed her again. Who could blame me?

By the time we stopped, our hands ending their roaming of one another and our lips ceasing the way they'd devoured the other's, the girls had left the room respectfully and I was out of breath again.

"What does this mean?" I questioned as my hands began to play with the soft hairs at the nape of her neck. The reality of the situation had hit me, and with it came a wave of questions that I needed the answers to.

"What do you mean?" She replied with a slight frown as her own hands began drawing circles on my hips.

"This. All of this. Everything that's happened these past months. What does it mean?" I realised I was being vague but wasn't sure exactly what I'd meant. She nodded slightly as though in understanding and took my hand, leading me through the dining room and towards the staircase. Believe it or not, I'd never been upstairs, so I had no idea what was up there.

What I was met with first was a long, relatively narrow but not claustrophobic hallway, its floor a dark wood and walls, white shiplap. The window at the end which light spilled through was what stopped the hall from feeling uncomfortably tight, and below it sat a small, round table with objects I could not quite distinguish from here sitting on it in a seemingly random placement.

There were four doors in the hall, two on each side, and they were dark wood to match the floor. She led me to the furthest, seeing as they were not directly opposite one another, probably to allow more than one door open at a time, before letting go of my hand.

"This is my room." She said outside of the door, but I was distracted by the table now. I found that they weren't just indistinguishable objects in random places, but more crystals like the one she'd given me and in a complex geometric pattern. Some sat atop a small wooden chest which looked like the one from in the basement, but in miniature, and two potted plants sat on either side of it with fool's gold surrounding the pots' bases.

"Oh, um, those are mine too." She said quietly. When I looked back, I saw her rubbing the back of her neck nervously and reached out for her hand again.

"They're really pretty." I grinned and she smiled too before opening her door and leading me inside.

Her bedroom was really cool, a little basic, but had a really chilled out vibe to it. The bed sheets were plain white but had a mandala-like tapestry thrown over it. The bed itself was wrought-iron, though simplistic. In the corner was an easel with an empty canvas on it, or at least what I thought was an empty canvas, and there was a desk beside that with many scratches and dents in it, a quill and bottle of ink the only things on its surface. I guessed there were more things stored in its drawers. There were two windows in the room, both sporting with rather heavy-looking curtains that she was quick to draw, lighting up the room a little more. I slowly made my further into the room, taking interest in the paint-stained easel with the glass of cloudy grey water and paintbrushes balanced precariously on it. I took a step further and the new light in the room revealed that there was, in fact, something on the canvas.

"Oh!" She quickly let out, plucking the canvas from its place and tucking it away, facing the wall.

"Was that-" I began, but she interrupts me and looks down at the floor almost embarrassedly.

"I like to paint and draw pretty things, and things that make me smile... and you fulfil both of those." She answered my questions and a small blush crept into my cheeks, joined by a smile of similar size.

"If you paint pretty things, where's your self-portrait?" I questioned and then blushed even more, shocked at my own smoothness.

"I- I can't." Was her response and my frown returned.

"You can't...?"

"I don't have any self-portraits because... well, not mainly because but it's kind of a big reason..." she pauses and looks up at me, "I kind of, sort of, maybe, don't remember what I look like? I mean, it's been almost a thousand years since I last saw myself, and even that was apparently a bad drawing from a criminal sketch artist. I can't be seen in photographs and I don't have a reflection unless the camera or mirror is enchanted, which takes a very powerful witch and a whole lot of persuasion..." she rambled on a bit and I was gobsmacked.

"You don't remember what you look like?" I repeated and she shook her head slightly and looked back down at her floor.

I took a step towards her and tilted her head up to look at me before telling her with a cocky smirk, "Trust me, you're missing out."