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Cameron Dallas

Cameron's POV
Me and Y/N were currently driving back home to LA from our weekend long stay in Chino Hills, my hometown. We went to go visit my mother for her birthday. She absolutely adores Y/N. So does my sister Sierra. Come to think of it, every body loves her. I mean, what's not to love? Everything about her is amazing. The way her hair always shines in the sunlight. How her eyes light up whenever she talks about something she loves, how concentrated she is while reading or watching a new episode of her favorite TV show, how her eyes crinkle every time she laughs or how when she smiles the one dimple on the right side of her face shows.

Even stuff she found flawed or imperfect are amazing. Like the way she always missed a small spot of hair on the back of her knee when she shaves her legs, or the fact that no matter how short she cut her hair it was still to thick to wrap the hair-tie around her hair three-times. Or the way she always seems to misplace everything.

Y/N is that someone you wants in your life. The second you meet her you are completely encaptured in her. Not just for her obvious beauty but the way her intelligence and wit allows her to hold any conversation. Whether it was silly, sassy arguments with Jack Johnson, talking about sports with Nash, cars with Taylor, music with Shawn, or planning our future with me, she can not only continue the conversation, she can lead it.

She has even managed to win over the vicious fan-girls with her sparkling charm and personalty. She is a naturally sweet and loving girl. When I can't, Y/N talks to fans on twitter telling them how proud she was of them with their battle with self-harm or mental illness, or laugh with them about silly stuff me and the boys did. She even fan-girls with them whenever one of the boys would release a new song or if I posted a selfie. She made them looked past the fact that me and her are dating. She convinced them that she is just like them and that our relationship while yes amazing, was also imperfect. She showed them that they shouldn't be jealous because one day they too would find the love of their life.

As I looked over at her from the driver's side I realized then how lucky I was to have this girl. And I was brought back to the time when I first told her I loved her. I promised her that I would never leave her. That I would spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of the love she was giving me. And that is a promise I have yet to, and will never break.

"Cam, what are you thinking about?" She asked. Probably due to the fact that every thirty seconds I would look over at her with a goofy grin on my face.

"You." I answered truthfully.