Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

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Camila and I have been publicly official for almost 2 months.

Even though I've only got to be around her for one month so far.

I got a call two days after telling everyone about my relationship, and now I'm working on a movie drama called 'Minor Regrets'. The director, Ridley Scott, saw my audition tape and apparently was very enthusiastic about having me work on the movie.
They also cast Jennifer Lawrence as my sister, Stanley Tucci as my Dad, and Greg Sulkin as my love interest which I find really funny because I'm gay as hell. I don't know how I'm going to be able to stomach the fact I have to kiss a guy, but I'm sure I'll find a way.

What I really don't get is, 'why me'? I mean, these are top notch stars, so why am I here in this trailer waiting to do my first scene in the morning? Am I really that talented? Or is this all luck?

I looked over from my script that I had laid out in front of me on the bed to see that I was getting a text. Guess who it was?

Camz: hey baby

Y/N: hey there

Camz: whatcha doing?

Y/N: freaking out about these damn lines

Camz: don't freak. lemme FaceTime u

The phone quickly started ringing and the words 'My Baby Banana' flashed on top of the screen. I answered it with a smile and tried to prop the phone up on the end of my script.
Camila bit her lip, "Aye cutie. How's the booty?"
I giggled a little and looked back at my ass then turned my attention towards the screen, "It's looking pretty damn fine. How's yours?"
She nodded, "It could be better. Mines a little worn out from the performances today."
"How was it?" I brushed my fingers through my hair to try to tame the wild mane.
She shrugged insecurely, "At least I didn't fall."
"What happened?" I could tell something was bothering her.
She paused for a while then shook her head, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
She shrugged and sadly looked over at something, "Every time I do something on this fucking tour, I'm always bashed on. What am I doing wrong?"
I smiled, "By the looks of those hot ass vines people are posting, you aren't doing anything wrong. Baby, they are just upset because you've accomplished so much. So, to make themselves feel better, they're dragging you down. Stop letting this irrelevant hate get to you. They're all basic ass anyways."
She smiled and sniffled a little, "You really think I'm that good?"
I nodded, "Most definitely. You could twerk the pants off of me any day. By the way, remind me to have a talk with Sean about your next choreography assignment. I don't want you all thrusting your crotch any more than you have to. That's for me." I winked.
Camila giggled a little and wiped her water line, "So, why are you freaking out over your lines?"
I quickly remembered my anxiety and slouched down, "What if I fuck up? I'm not a professional like everyone else is. Ya know?"
She smiled warmly, "Yeah, I know. You're amazing though. They don't cast losers, they cast stars. Which is what you'll be soon. Then you'll be the one with the adoring fans and annoying paparazzi. Although, that's already started for you anyways."

I agreed thinking about the recent events that have happened since we've become official. Constant lurking by people with cameras, people anywhere we go, pictures of us plastered all over magazines. She warned me about this, so I can't complain. This is all just a part of our relationship now, and I have to deal with it.

My phone vibrated, and a text notification came across the screen. The name was: Zendaya.

Now, since I've had to move up here, I've started being friends with her. Camila absolutely despises it, but she knows that I at least need a friend to chill with and be around. That's why she's texting me again.

"Who's texting Ya, babe?" Camila asked while she began chewing on the end of her pen.

I closed out of the text notification to return to the FaceTime screen. "Zendaya just texted me, but I didn't answer it."
Her eyes widened then got smaller as her internal emotions bubbled, "Oh." I nodded knowing there's nothing I could say to make it better for her. "Well, it's late in LA, so you need to get some sleep for your first scene tomorrow.
I pouted, "Every time Zendaya comes up, you wanna go to bed. Stop doing this."
"I'm not doing anything. I just know that you need your sleep." She smiled.
I nodded, "Talk to me until I fall asleep, please."
"Okay." She replied.
I got up from the bed to set my script on the table in the middle of the trailer, then walked back to plug in my charger and hook up my phone. I quickly slipped in bed and propped up my phone so Camila could see me and I could see her.
"You know what kills me?" She blurted out.
I turned on to my side and looked at the screen, "What?"
She shrugged, "The fact that we have to do this over the phone."
"Do what?"
"Lay down together. Do you know how long it's been since we've kissed, or even held hands?" She frowned.

I could tell distance wasn't her favorite. I mean, it's not mine either. We had spent 3 years up each other's asses and now it's like we're separated. It's one of the most heart wrenching feelings ever.

"Too long." I breathed out deeply.
"It's been almost 5 weeks. Exactly 35 days to be exact. Which is also 840 hours, and 50400 minutes. That doesn't sound like a lot, but it is. I miss having my girlfriend. Especially since we don't have to hide anymore." She sniffled.
I couldn't touch her to comfort her, I could only look at her through the phone. "Please, don't cry babe. I can't take it. I'll leave this trailer and get in car to San Diego right now to see you right now if you don't stop."
Camila wiped her waterline and sniffled again, "No, stay there. It's just that I miss you a lot, but soon I'll be back in LA, so until then the heart will have to want what it wants."
I nodded, "Okay, well let's just casually talk, babe. I want to fall asleep to your happy voice. Do you have any fun stories yet?"
"Um, well we got the chance to goof around during dress rehearsals today. Did you see Dinah's snapchat?" She asked.
"Mhm." I didn't want to talk too much because my eyes were getting heavy and I was starting to drift off to her rasp.
"Anyways, we just chilled and had some fun before the meet and greet. I fell on my ass a few times because I was playing around in heels, but that's just life."
"Tell me another story, babe. I'm about to go to sleep." I asked her while cocooning myself in the covers.

Camila began to tell me a story about when she was in science, and she had to dissect a frog, but I didn't hear much of it.

I was officially out of my being and now in a dreaming state, but before I could fall asleep completely a terrible thought came into my mind.

If it's this hard for Camila to be away from me, how long will it take until she just decides to break it off completely?

A/N:

Hello Beautiful Reader,
Yes! This is the sequel to 'Our Little Secret'. I decided that the first one wasn't enough and y'all said you wanted more. BUT REMEMBER: I'm still accepting ideas to be incorporated into this story. The reader is in control :) Thanks for all the support on the first book and I hope you enjoy this one.
Yours Truly,

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