Lauren Jauregui Imagines

"Hey. Trevor was it? Can i get another?" You motioned at the bar tender with your empty glass, signaling him to pour you more of your drink.

He walked over to you with a bottle, raising an eyebrow at you as he began to pour.

"So... Relationship troubles? I'm guessing?" He questioned as he finished pouring.

You eyed him suspiciously but shrugged anyway. "What gave it away?"

He gave a surprised chuckle, putting the cap back on the bottle. "Nothing, really. Just wanted to know why you're drinking glass after glass at," he checked his watch, "almost eleven at night."

"Yeah, well you got it," You muttered, raising the glass to your lips to take another sip.

He chuckled before he was called over by another customer. You rolled your eyes, continuing to nurse the drink. You felt a presence to your right but you paid no mind to it. Suddenly there was a hand at your arm while a sultry voice attempted to speak as close to your ear as possible. You pulled away instantly, your neck snapping to look at whoever that was. It was a girl – young, around your age, pretty, and obviously drunk – trying to get your attention.

"Hey," She dragged the word out, "What's a pretty girl like you doing at bar like this all alone?" She chuckled.

You laughed lightly before rolling your eyes. "I'm... flattered, sweetheart. But I have girlfriend," You said nonchalantly, not giving her a second glance.

She rolled her eyes, her hand finding its way back to your arm, caressing it slowly. You gave her the benefit of the doubt and told yourself that she didn't acknowledge you being taken due to her being drunk. You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time and shrugged her off, downing the rest of your drink.

"Darling," She pouted, "Why don't we have a little fun?" She said suggestively

You ran your hand through your hair, bringing it down to rub your forehead and then your eyes. You were already aggravated and this girl was doing nothing to help you.

"Listen, darling," you mocked, "I have a girlfriend, alright? So it's a no," Your tone was getting harsh, so you took a breath. "Sorry," You muttered half-heartedly before turning away from her and back towards your empty glass. You looked up and Trevor was already walking towards you with a bottle.

"Is it too early in our relationship to say that I love you," You joked as he started filling the glass. He laughed, muttering out a "Yeah, a little bit," before walking back to his previous spot.

"Babe," You heard the voice again, "Why are you so upset?"

"Please, leave me alone. I have a girlfriend, I'm not going home with y-" She cut you off with a kiss, to which you pulled back from instantly with a look of confusion and offense on your face.

"Fuck off!"

"(Y/N)?!"

You and a voice you recognized as your girlfriend's spoke at the same time. You wiped at your mouth and looked towards a shocked Lauren, who, in all honesty, looked like a mess. She was looking back between you and the girl at your side. Your brain connected the dots and you figured out what she was thinking.

"Babe," You tried. Her eyes flashed to yours and you saw hurt in them. Okay, that's completely unfair, but whatever.

"Babe, whatever the fuck you saw, I wasn't – "

"Baby, who's this?" The girl interrupted you, her hand wrapping around your bicep.

"Get the fuck off me. I've told you already. I have a fucking girlfriend," She giggled and tried to link your arms. "Bitch, get the fuck – "