She's So Particular (Complete)

He Got The No Tattoed Rock Stars Near The Pop Princess Memo

I watch in silence as she works the room

She entered less than 10 minutes ago and already everyone is disarmed, already at her mercy

She laughs loudly whilst swapping stories with journalists as they clammer for her attention, all eyes are on her and all eyes are drunk with a kind of infatuation I have never witnessed before

I'm not sure what I expected from Camila Cabello, I had seen her on social media before, lusted after her body myself on more than one occassion but had never given a seconds thought as to what being in the same room with her would actually be like

"Camila!"

I hear man after man call her name and watch as man after man fire his shot, the air suddenly heavy with lust and a tiny, brunette right in the middle of it all, seemingly in complete control of it all and it's a sight to see

She's beautiful, of course she is, I knew she was but her personality, the way she smiles and sparkles and talks to every person as though they were the only person alive in the world, that was something new, that was something I did not expect but it's something thats got my head spinning and my eyes glued on only one girl.

She's dressed in a short dress, heels and a fluffy coat of some kind and although she looks good I have the urge to get her to throw on some jeans and a t-shirt and come walk barefoot outside with me

"Found your target for tonight?" Asks Tom as he pats my back and hands me another beer, I must be getting pretty wasted by now because my eyes are heavy but I take it from him and enjoy a long sip before returning my gaze to the object of my fascination

"Na, my dad was right, that girl is not the girl for me, but she's like watching a movie"

"Yeah an R rated one, she's hot that's for damn sure"

"I'm playing a game with her security, watch this" I take a step in her direction and as he has all night, her burly security guard straightens his spine, suddenly on full alert and Tom collapses into laughter

"It looks like he got the 'no tattooed rock stars near the pop princess' memo"

We both laugh loudly and for the first time Camila turns and makes eye contact with me. I immediately slide on the 'brooding rock star' look and cock an eyebrow at her, her cheeks turn pink and the fact the girl that is loud, confident, centre of everyone's universe reacts so shyly but so immediately to me just deepens my fascination further

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I move from person to person awkwardly, every word that comes out of my mouth feeling wrong or ill timed, I look to my father for reassurance but as usual he's deep in conversation with another white man in a suit

"Camila how are you still single?" Asks someone I don't know and he takes my hand and kisses the back of it, I pull my hand away and then suddenly Nesto, my security guard is stood behind him

"No touching" he grunts into the strangers ear and the words 'stuck up' and 'bitch' are the last I hear as he disappears into the crowd.

It's funny how when you're famous you become 'public property' everyone has the right to touch, to poke, to pull. I have lost count of the times guys hands just happen to land on my ass or my chest and if I dare to complain I'm a 'diva' I have 'forgotten where I came from' I may have given over ever part of my life for the career my father wanted me to have but I won't hand over my body, it's all I truly have left of the girl I was before this chaos began

I smile widely and try to remember names, I shake hands and pose for selfies, giving more and more of myself to these people and beginning to feel exhausted but every time I move towards a seat to rest my father barks my name and motions with his hand that I'm to keep going.

I look over to Camila Mendes enviously, she's sitting with 2 of the members of Particular Taste, she has a glass of wine in her hand and she's laughing and shaking her head as though they are hilarious. I wish I could go over there and join them, she's about my age, maybe we would become friends, maybe be could talk about how crazy this celebrity life is and message when times are tough and message when things are great but she doesn't even look to where I am and I'm too busy 'performing' for everyone to be able to go over and say hi.

One more celebrity that when they think about meeting Camila Cabello will just recall that I didn't even say hi... if only she knew how much I wanted to though, but she never will.

Pushing down the sadness that clings to me like cobwebs I raise my head and fake another smile only this time my eyes lock on to the one person I have been avoiding all night and the way his face eases into a look that terrifies me and thrills me both at once reminds me why I was avoiding him. He lifts one eyebrow and then lifts his beer bottle to his lips and for a second it's as though time has stopped and everyone and everything just fades away except he and I

"Camila... Camila!" A hand lands hard on my shoulder and I spin around to Ellen's smiling face and twinkly blue eyes "Can we get just one photo of me and my guests, just for our social media promo?"

"Of course " I blurt out too fast and too loud as she stands next to me and Camila Mendes moves to the left of her whilst the guys from Particular Taste file in behind us. We are just attaching our photo smiles when an arm snakes over my shoulder and a face appears between Ellen and I

"Hey" Is all he says against my ear as the camera begins to snap the photos and I begin to lose control of my mind