#Beyoncé doesn’t enter her crowd all the time and so if something did happen and she chose

[thelastattempt]

Trying to criticise Louis for a fan’s misbehaviour is low. Most fans are respectful. They touch but don’t go too far. The kind of people who sexualise barricade moments are really creepy to me. It says a lot on how they think about touch and connection. Many artists like to get close to their fans, they crowd surf, I see it fairly regularly at small gigs with alternative artists. I remember a couple of years ago, Beyoncé jumped onto her crowd and crowd surfed. It was a beautiful and iconic moment and fans were hopefully respectful and didn’t touch where they shouldn’t. It is an act of trust and when fans cross that boundary, it is not on the artist. That fan who bragged about gripping Louis’ neck and seemed to make Louis actually have to grasp for breath, that was wrong. Louis’ security got her hand away from Louis’ neck pretty quickly. The next show, Louis kept his head and neck a bit higher and security were extra vigilant about fans getting too close to Louis’ neck. So clearly that was a bit far. When a fan sexually assaulted Louis by touching his dick, that was wrong, that was crossing a boundary and he said it was too far, a bit weird as a way to address that it was too far. Louis going to barricade isn’t an invitation to assault him. As I said, most fans are respectful and Louis trusts his fans and enjoys the connection and emotion in being around people he trusts. Fans should know better and most do

‘Louis going to barricade isn’t an invitation to assault him.’ Absolutely, 100% agree.

I do think it’s also an important point to remember that a lot of artists go to barricade or have some sort of crowd interactions, you’re right anon. The Hives did it just last night.

And that ultimately, if lines are crossed then these barricade moments will simply stop. As they should in those circumstance.

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Come Back, Be Here - Chapter 12

Camila shoves heavy loads of make up on her face in attempt to cover up the still visible bruising. Lauren just dropped her back off at Austin’s about 2 hours ago and Dinah texted her saying she would be by in an hour.

“Why won’t you go away.” Camila mutters as she tries desperately to hide the bruising around her eyes. After coming to the realization that regular make up isn’t going to cut it, she decides to bust out the tattoo concealer she bought a couple of days ago when she realized that it would probably be weeks before the bruising faded completely. Luckily, it does the trick and so Camila finishes putting on the rest of her make up and then slips on the long-sleeve dress she dug out of her closet. The royal blue sequin dress is cute and it covers the bruises lining her arms so it's  a win win.

As soon as she gets her heels on, she hears her phone ding and opens a text from Dinah saying that they are all waiting in the drive way. She quickly makes her way outside and smiles when she sees all her friends piled into Dinah’s car. Since Mani is occupying the front seat, she opts for sliding in on the left side.

“Chanch!” Dinah shouts as soon as Camila enters. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“Cheech it was only like 3 days.” Camila chuckles before turning to lock eyes with the green ones that haven’t left her body since she entered the vehicle. “Hi, Lo.”

A smile immediately tugs at Lauren’s lips. “Hey, Camz. You look great.” The green-eyed girl settles with great after deciding that fucking sexy isn’t really appropriate.

“Not so bad yourself, Jauregui.” Camila smiles before starting to sing along to the Beyoncé song that Dinah just turned on.

As soon as they walk up to the club, all eyes are on all five of the girls. Dinah grabs Normani’s hand, a subtle gesture that tells all the guys and girls to back off. Lauren just walks alongside the girl in the blue dress, her hand brushing Camila’s every couple of steps.

“Laur, you wanna drink or drive tonight?” Dinah turns around to face the brunette as they wait in line to get their ID’s checked.

“I’ll drive.” Lauren shrugs nonchalantly. She used to get hammered during her college years, but that got old really fast. Plus, meeting Camila made her change all her ways. She found out really soon that the girl was a light weight and an in-denial drunk. When they’d go out, Camila would be wasted after two shots, but would claim she was sober enough to drive them home. Lauren was always terrified if she got drunk and let her guard down that Camila would get hurt somehow and she would never forgive herself for that.

So tonight, just like she has many other times before, she cuts herself off after one Angry Orchard. Plus, not getting drunk means she has more calories to waste on hamburgers and fries. She’s realized that those taste better than beer anyway.

The young Latina and Polynesian take two shots a piece before sprinting to the dance floor while the other three girls opt to stay at the booth and watch their stuff. Lauren laughs as she watches Dinah and Camila dance their hearts out. All three girl almost choke on their drinks when Camila and Dinah start doing a synchronized dance when “JuJu On That Beat” comes on. After the song is over, Dinah drags Camila over to the bar to order them more shots.

“Four  shots of vodka please.” The brunette leans on the bar. The bartender nods and retreats to the other end of the bar to grab a bottle.

“Uh, Chanch?” Dinah spins Camila around so she is facing the booth the other girls are occupying. Camila notices that is a girl is currently attempting to sit on Lauren’s lap. The blonde stranger has her arm wrapped around Lauren’s neck and is practically sitting on top of her. Camila watches Lauren pry the arm away from her neck only to have the girl put it right back in the same spot.

“Four shots.” Camila hears the bartender say and she blindly reaches beside her to grab a shot, her eyes still trained on the blonde and brunette across the bar. She downs the first show and slams the glass down on the bar before reaching for the other and doing the same. After the liquid courage, she makes her way over to the booth and stands behind it. The blonde whispers in Lauren’s ear and Camila vaguely hears her say “I don’t see your girl anywhere.”

“Baby! Let’s go dance!” Camila finally opens her mouth and Lauren immediately scans the room for Austin, having heard Camila shout the pet name. When she doesn’t see him, she allows her eyes to fall on Camila. When the older brunette sees the chocolate eyes trained on her, her heart goes ballistic.

“Who are you?” The blonde slurs/

“Her girl.” Camila answers while jerking Lauren away, which causes the blonde to fall off the booth and collide with the floor. The young Latina doesn’t give the girl a second glance, but instead drags Lauren to the dance floor. She hears Dinah yell “Get yo girl Chanch” and she rolls her eyes, a smirk gracing her features. When they finally reach the middle of the dance floor, the brown-eyed girl turns to a confused, yet slightly amused green-eyed girl. “You look like you needed some help back there.” She slurs.

“I did. Thanks, Camz.” Lauren offers the girl a flushed smile.

“No problem.” The younger girl shrugs. “Since we are out here, we might as well dance.”

Before Lauren can answer, Camila turns around and places her backside into the older girl’s front. She grabs the pale hands behind her and wraps them around her own waist. As the music picks up, Camila grinds her body into Lauren’s and the green-eyed girl is on the verge of passing out from excitement. After, getting over the initial shock of what is happening, she tightens her grip on Camila’s waist and pulls her impossibly closer to her.

Between the loud music and her heart beating loudly in her ears, she can’t hear anything, but she can feel Camila moving sensually against her and that’s all that matters. The drunk Latina runs her hands up and down Lauren’s forearms before interlacing her hands with the pale ones wrapped around her waist. Lauren’s heart soars when she feels Camila slide her fingers between her own. They dance for a couple of more songs before Camila unattaches herself from the older girl. Lauren frowns momentarily from the loss of contact, but the smile returns to her features as soon as Camila wraps her arms around her neck. The drunk brunette leans in and places her lips by Lauren’s ear.

“I love this song.” She whispers, her words slurred. The older girl immediately shivers when the hot breath hits her ear. Before Lauren can reply, Camila leans back slightly and Lauren’s breath hitches when she realizes how close their faces are. The green-eyed girl wants nothing more than to close the gap between them and take her wife’s plump lips in her own, but the smell of vodka on Camila’s breath is strong. Lauren wants to kiss her more than anything, but she can’t do it when the younger girl is drunk.

As the older Latina is chastising herself for even considering kissing Camila when she’s intoxicated, she feels soft lips press against hers. Lauren’s body feels like it has just been set on fire and every fiber in her being wants to kiss back, but she knows she can’t. Not like this.

So Lauren doesn’t move her lips, but instead places her hands on Camila’s shoulders and slowly  pushes her back. “Camz, I can’t.” She whispers as her eyes scan the dazed and confused brown eyes in front of her.

Embarrassment floods through Camila and she takes a step back from the girl she just drunkenly kissed. When she feels tears start to well up in her eyes, she quickly side steps Lauren and makes her way off of the dance floor.

When Lauren registers what’s happening, she immediately spins around and grabs Camila’s arm to stop her. She effectively spins the girl around and when she sees the tears streaming down the tanned cheeks, her heart breaks.

“Camz hey don’t cry, baby.” Lauren immediately cups her cheeks and wipes the tears that are racing down her cheeks. “I just can’t-”

“I get it.” Camila cuts her off as she removes the pale hands from her face and keeps walking away.

“Camila!” The green-eyed girl yells, but the younger girl just continues walking.

The young brunette searches the crowd until she finds Dinah. “Cheechee, can I have the keys? I’m going to the car.” Camila asks the Polynesian. Dinah, too wrapped up in her fiance, hands Camila the keys. With the keys in tow, the drunk brunette stumbles out of the bar and heads for the car. 

“Why the fuck did you have to do that Camila?” The brunette chastises herself as she opens up the car door and slides in. She is utterly humiliated and embarrassed and she just wants to go home. Not in her right mind, she quickly cranks up the car and puts it in drive. Deep down she knows that she shouldn’t drive, but right now she’s too upset to care.

Lauren searches the night club and finally finds Dinah lip-locking on the dance floor with Normani. “Dinah, have you seen Camz?” She taps the Polynesian on the shoulder.

“Yeah I gave her the keys she wasn’t feeling well or something.” She admits and Lauren’s eyes go wide.

“Dinah she was fucking drunk and upset! Why would you do that?” Lauren runs her fingers through her hair before sprinting toward the exit. As soon as she gets outside, she sees Dinah’s car barreling down the road.

“Camila!” Lauren screams as she frantically runs after the car.

The young brunette looks in the rear-view mirror and sees the green-eyed girl running desperately down the street. She chokes back a sob and continues to drive. She knows that she’s making a huge mistake, but somehow that makes her feel so alive. When she remembers kissing Lauren, she bangs her fist into her head.

“Stupid.” She repeats over and over again. Her eyes close for a split second and when she opens them, she sees the car heading straight for a brick mailbox. Her feet immediately hit the breaks, but it’s too late because the car is already colliding with the mailbox. The airbags release immediately and explode in her face.

When the car comes to a stop and the panic subsides, she feels the impact of the airbag. Her face feels like it has been set on fire and there’s blood pooling from her nose that’s most likely broken. Luckily, the alcohol in her system numbs some of the pain though. She hastily pulls out a wad of napkins from her glove compartment and presses them to her nose. The thought of calling 911 comes to her mind, but then is quickly dismissed when she remembers she could get a DUI for this. Instead, she keeps one hand holding the tissues to her nose and she used the other to put the car in reverse. Though the car is damaged, it still drive and she’s thankful for that. Slowly, she drives to Austin’s apartment, not wanting to face her friends right now. When Camila makes it to the apartment, she lays on the couch, an ice pack on her nose.

Meanwhile, Dinah, Normani, and Ally are comforting an inconsolable Lauren outside the nightclub.

“It’s all my fault.” Lauren sobs as she paces back and forth on the sidewalk.

“We will find her, Lo. She’ll be okay.” Dinah promises as the Uber pulls up. They all pile into the car and head to their apartment complex.

“Where the fuck is she?” Lauren screams when they finally make it back to the apartment and there’s no sign of Camila. The brunette sinks to the ground in front of their building and places her head in her hands. “I can’t lose her.” She cries as Ally comes over to comfort her. Dinah is now crying too and Normani is comforting her.

“It’s all my fault.” The green-eyed girl bangs her fists on the pavement beneath her.

“No, it’s mine.” Dinah chokes out. “I shouldn’t have given her the keys. If I would’ve just given her my attention for one second.” She shakes her head as angry tears fall to her cheeks. Normani immediately kisses them away.

“Baby, it’s not your fault.” The dark-skinned girl tightens her hold on her fiance and continues to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

A couple of minutes later, Dinah’s eyes go wide and shrugs her fiance off of her. Normani goes to protest, but Dinah holds up her finger signaling for her to hold on. She quickly reaches in her purse and retrieves her phone.

“I had Mila share her location with me after he accident when she got a new phone.” Dinah navigates through her phone. “I’ve just never had a reason to use it so I forgot about it.”

Lauren’s eyes shoot up and she immediately scrambles over to the Polynesian. She breathes out a sigh of relief when she sees Camila’s location pop up.

“She’s at Austin’s.” Dinah furrows her eyebrows. “But Austin isn’t home, he’s visiting his parents.”

Lauren digs her keys out of her purse and takes off to her car, the other girls on her heel.

“Baby, you and Ally stay here in-case she comes back.” Dinah turns to Normani. The dark-skinned girl nods and places a quick kiss to Dinah’s cheek before the Polynesian enters the car.

Camila groans as she stands up from the couch to go to the fridge and get a colder ice pack. She feels like she’s been hit by a car when in all reality, she was behind the wheel. After settling for a pack of peas, she retreats back to the couch. Just as her eyes flutter closed, she hears a banging at the door. Her heart immediately drips as she scrambles to sit up.

“Camila!” The girl hears her name being called, but she doesn’t make a move to get up.

“Chanch!” Camila hears Dinah yell from outside the door and she groans.

“Karla Camila Cabello-Jauregui open this damn door or I’m kicking it down!” Lauren yells from outside the door. The green-eyed girl is trying to sound stern, but she’s absolutely worried out of her mind. Camila has always been the type to hide her pain from others. She hides her bruises, her cuts, everything. One time, Lauren woke up to find Camila in the bathroom bandaging herself up. She was covered in blood, having just face-planted while on her morning run. After making sure the girl was going to be okay, Lauren chastised her for not waking her up when she got home. Camila claimed she didn’t want to bother the girl and Lauren spent an hour reminding her of the vows she spoken to her on their wedding day.

Camila slowly stands up from the couch when she hears Lauren’s threat to knock down the door. Her tone was convincing and Camila believed she would do it so she figured she’d save her the trouble.

Before the green-eyed girl can collide her foot with the door, it opens. She scrambles in and sees Camila retreating back to the couch. The young Latina finally sits back down on the couch, effectively revealing her bloodied features. Lauren’s breath hitches and she runs over and kneels in front of her wife.

“Baby.” Lauren breathes out as she frantically searches Camila’s body for damage. The only damage she sees is on her face though. The skin on her face is burned from the impact of the airbag and the blood running from her nose is traveling down her chin and staining her blue dress. Tears leak from the brown eyes when she looks at Lauren. “Baby, are you okay?” Lauren chokes out and Camila shakes her head no. The older girl immediately scoops the wounded brunette into her arms and takes her to the bathroom. She sets her down on the counter and stands between her legs as she cleans up her face.

Lauren carefully drags the bath cloth over Camila’s face. The young girl winces occasionally and Lauren apologizes profusely every time. After the older girl gets Camila cleaned up and gets the bleeding stopped, she just looks into her eyes, feeling tears well up in her own.

“You could’ve been killed Camila.” Lauren whispers and Camila looks down in shame. “Or you could’ve killed someone else.” She adds and when Camila doesn’t respond, she starts getting worked up. “You. Could. Have. Been. Killed.” Lauren reiterates. “Do you get that?”

Camila keeps her head ducked.

“I could’ve lost you again!” Lauren yells as she runs a hand through her waves. “What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t!” Camila finally yells. “I wasn’t thinking, okay?”

“Obviously.” Lauren crosses her arms over her chest. “Fuck, Camila. You have people who love you and care about you. You can’t just do shit like that.” She throws her hands up.

Dinah finally walks into the bathroom and starts pulling a worked up Lauren away. She’s not mad at the green-eyed girl for speaking her mind. Hell, she’s being nice to Camila if you ask her. Dinah is still planning on ripping Camila a new one when she’s better.

“Not now, Lauren. You need to cool off.” Dinah continues to drag her to the door.

“Why do you care?” Camila yells back and watches as Lauren and Dinah both stop in their tracks. The green-eyed girl immediately spins around when she hears the question.

“Because I love you! I love you more than I love myself. You are my heart, Camila, and if something were to happen to you, I wouldn’t survive. I can’t live without you. You are the single most important thing in my life.” Lauren lowers her volume and her eyes soften. “You are my world Camila.” She stands in front of her again and leans in until her forehead is resting on Camila’s.

“I’m so sorry.” Camila chokes back a sob. “I don’t remember, but I have a feeling that you were my world too.”

Lauren leans back and looks in her favorite pair of eyes. “I need you to know that I only pulled away from the kiss tonight because you were drunk. I want to kiss you, Camila. More than anything. But not like that.” She raises her hands up to Camila’s face and traces the black circle under her right eye that became visible after she wiped the blood off her face. “He did this.” She states and Camila tenses up. “Why do you stay?”

“Because I’m fucked up, Lauren.” Camila whispers. “My head is so fucked up and my heart is too.” Angry tears slide down her cheeks and Lauren leans in and places her lips on Camila’s tanned cheek. Her lips linger on the cheek long enough to feel one of the the brunette’s tears hit her top lip.

“You’re perfect.” Lauren promises her as she tucks some hair behind her ear. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” The green-eyed girl wipes some of her own tears away before walking out of the bathroom and leaving the apartment. The older brunette knows she’s leaving Camila in good hands. Dinah will take care of her. Lauren wants to, but she’s afraid if she stays, she’ll break down. She doesn’t want Camila to see her like that.

Lauren has always tried to be the stronger of the two, but tonight, she’s failing at that, and the last thing she wants is for Camila to see her fail.

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○○ eyez | outtake three

June 25, 2014 – Miami Gardens

It was a little over two hours of pure energy; Jermaine was completely amazed as he was every time he got to see his mentor perform. And he was blessed enough to see him in his element alongside his wife—it was a love that J looked up to silently. Many people had their ‘relationship goals,’ but honestly he was working on his own. But if he wanted to take notes from anyone on how to make power moves and have an empire as a couple, there were no better two in his eyes than The Carter Family.

Ibrahim forced J to take a break—he had been spending the majority of the year working on his album, and with some reluctance he took the offer. A pair of tickets to Miami paired with some On the Run Tour passes were good enough, plus it gave him the chance to take Melissa on a vacation as well. The whole night was a pleasant time now that J looked back to before the show. He got to eat lobster and steak by the beach with his beloved. That wasn’t a bad way to spend an evening before a show.

But now he was backstage out of invitation and as usual, he was nervous. He never could really get all the way comfortable around Shawn; despite how good of friends they had become, there was still this sense of boundary and parental respect that Jermaine had for the man. Hell, the man was old enough to be his father—possibly, anyway—so he carried himself a little different in his presence. Or at least he felt as if he did so; most of the time it equated to him talking far too much.

“I know you’re still not nervous,” He glanced over at Melissa, who was peering up at him curiously before she smiled. “You’ve met him so many times before,” She said, and he shrugged.

“I can’t explain it, babe. I just still feel like that nigga he signed at 24,” He said, and she chuckled as she wrapped an arm around his torso.

“Well you’re 29 now. Puff that chest out and get in the game, champ,” She laughed as he gently pushed his hip against hers, entering the area where most of the crew were now working between breaking down the main stage and packing up the backstage area.

“J, what’s good man?” Jermaine glanced up at the sight of Shawn, nodding before the two dapped up and shared a quick hug. Shawn shared a brief embrace with Mel next before she got caught up in conversing with some of Bey’s dancers. The two men sat down on the nearby couch. “I was told you came out but I wasn’t sure—how’d you like the show?”

“Shit, amazing as usual,” J grinned before he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was kinda unsure about coming out because of work but I’m glad I got to see you, man. Shit was crazy being out in that crowd,” He explained.

“Oh, you working? On the new album, right? I wanna hear it soon,” Shawn said, and J gave a quick nod.

“Been working on it all year…damn near all last year too,” Jermaine had been in several working pockets, going from one extreme to the next to make sure that his third studio release would be as perfect as he wanted it to be. “It should be done soon enough, but I’ve lowkey been having a problem,” He began.

“A problem like?”

“Creativity. I feel…slumped,” Jermaine began. “Stuck in a rut, almost. Feels like I’ve been doing the sae shit every day. I’ve got some fire ass tracks, but then I got a lot of shit that sounds like Born Sinner. I don’t want that,” He explained.

“So you’ve hit a block,” Shawn assumed. “You needed this break, then. You can’t force shit, J. You actually taught me a little bit of that. Remember when you came through and showed everybody that the formula we all know doesn’t have to be that way? Go back to that and just trust your gut,” He responded.

“True. But you also know how I am—it gotta be perfect. I gotta make sure my moves are right. I learned that from you,” J almost sounded like a child, but he couldn’t help it at this point.

“That may be. But you know, sometimes something inspiring will come your way and take over you. That shit won’t be planned and it can’t be controlled. You gotta just ride with it, because it came to you for a reason. You gotta let go and let it happen,” Shawn nodded as an employee walked over and brought two cups along with a bottle of D’USSE.

“I swear you just be knowin’ shit,” J laughed to himself before Shawn poured two cups of the liquor, passing J one of the cups.

“I know shit because I learned it. You’re learning too, then you will know shit. Don’t even trip,” Shawn smiled before the two ‘toasted’ the cups, and took down the brown liquor with ease.

After sitting and talking to Shawn for a bit, Jermaine was back within the streets, heading back towards the nearby hotel with Mel linked with him. “Did you enjoy the show? I meant to ask,” He looked down at her as they walked through the still busy streets. People were still out and about, whether to go to one of the many concert after parties or to try to head back to their sides of town.

“I had a wonderful time. I have to thank Ib when we get back home,” Mel laughed softly before she laid her head against his shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me out here, baby. I really appreciate it,” She smiled up at him.

“No problem! No way I was gonna let you miss your queen Bey,” He laughed softly. He was convinced that every female in the world was somehow programmed to love Beyoncé to some degree—he couldn’t really blame them, though. The woman was loveable.

As they continued to walk, he found himself bumping into someone; he didn’t know who it was, but he caught her before she fell to the ground. Her pixie cut seemed to fit her slender face, and she was nearly miniature in size. “I’m so sorry,” She said as she stood up straight.

“Nah, you good. You alright?” He asked, and she nodded before he passed by her, grabbing Mel’s hand along the way. The couple continued their stroll down the street, not realizing the way the woman stared at them before she began her walk again.