little games [camila/you]

VII - b a d g i r l

***WARNING: this chapter contains smut. Sorry if you weren't ready for it lol.

"Y/N," I felt fingers running through my hair, "Wake up, come on, breakfast is ready."

I groaned without opening my eyes, grabbed the pillow under my head and pressed it to my face. A sweet chuckle filled my ears.

"Wake the fuck up," she said again, taking the pillow away from me. "I'll have to leave in a bit, if you want a ride, hurry now."

"Lauren," I groaned again, this time placing my head on her lap and pressing my face towards her belly.

"Well that's new," she said teasingly and played with my hair for a little while. After a few moments, she realized I wasn't going to move so she sighed, "Y/N, you have two minutes before I come here with a bottle of cold ass water." She stood up and left the room.

I rolled on the bed, letting myself fall on the floor.

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After having a beautiful breakfast -boy, can she cook- Lauren dropped me off to the hotel. I had to have a shower and get ready to go to the rehearsals. It's not like we had to rehearse how to play the same songs every day, though. For fuck's sake, they had only like three chords.

I had gotten ready in twenty minutes and had gone to meet the rest of the team at the building. Had I mentioned that I was late? That's why hangover was a bitch. Oh by the way, I had drunk two cups of coffee til I made it there, and in all seriousness, they couldn't have been any less helpful. I hoped that a third one would help at least. Later though.

I ran through the hall, not wanting to run even a second later than I already was. I hated being late. I entered the room, earning almost everyone's attention.

"I'm very sorry," I said eyeing my teammates.

"It's just fifteen minutes, Y/N, you're fine," the choreographer woman said.

I approached Chris, receiving a bump from him. I leaned my head close to him so he could whisper to my ear, "Where have you been?"

I mouthed a 'later' to him and turned around. The choreographer was explaining some stuff which were, of course, mainly for the dancers. She wanted us to be there too so that we knew the order more or less. We had to know things like when to get on and off the stage or where the dancers would be, just to make sure the event passes without mishaps. After that we'd start rehearsing the songs.

My brain could only think of one thing now though: I had missed Camila. The last time I saw her was yesterday and I was already missing her.

Ew, feelings. Stop.

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I was alone in the dressing room, playing the guitar by myself. Not long after I heard some noises from the outside. I put the guitar on the couch and hurried out. "Anastasia," I called for the blonde who was heading outside. She turned her head, "Did you see Camila?"

"She was in her room not long ago," she said.

"Thank you," I said, receiving a smile in return.

I was now standing in front of her door, not being sure whether I should knock it or not. I hesitantly raised my hand but put it down again. I ran my left hand through my hair, pulling them a bit. I really needed to calm my shit. Before I could knock the door, I saw it was opening already.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" The brunette seemed surprised to see me.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," I could feel the nervousness grow inside me. Sometimes I wondered how I managed to seem chill while I was freaking out inside. "If you have time, of course," I pointed at her with my head, since she was about to head out.