Halfway Gone (Camren)

Chapter 14: Our Love Is Dangerous

You may be reading this, feeling uneasy with the use of drugs showcased in my fanfic. I want to fully express the bad nature of drugs, I am not in any way condoning this behaviour, nor glamourising it in any way.

If you are struggling with addiction, please don't be afraid to reach out. I've compiled a small list of possible resources for you:

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Europe-1800 459 459
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Australia- 1800 888 236

Now, back to the story.

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"Hello everyone and Welcome to New York Capital FM interview with...

The one and only...

CAMILA CABELLO!"

I try to hide my anxiety. Then I remember Lauren's words of advice, I smile and carry on.

"Hey guys, thanks so much for having me!"

"We have so much to talk about girl, and congratulations on just finishing your tour!"

"Thankyou, I couldn't of done it without my team to help me along the way..."

"Yeah, yeah cool. Tell us about your new female friend?"

Slightly taken back at the change of topic, I was left a little speechless, and a bit irritated because I wanted to talk about my music.

"Umm, yeah so my tour was great"

I try my best to deflect the comment, but this interviewer wasn't backing down.

"Who is Lauren Jauregui? People have been talking Camila, is this your new fling?"

I look up at the last word. That hurts when they are throwing that word around, making Lauren look like she is just a side piece.

"She's not a fling, she's my girlfriend. We are happy and I don't want any disrespect going her way, is that clear?"

I was surprised with myself, my stern tone put the interviewer in their place.

"Fair enough Camila, sorry about any hostility toward Lauren."

I nod, and they continue on with the conversation about mundane things about what my favourite colour is, and immature games like kiss marry kill. That's what my interviews are these days, games. I cannot even express how many times I've told people what my favourite colour is... I'm 20 years old, I'm so past all that childish talk.

Not to blow my own trumpet, but I'm an international popstar, I want to be talking about my music, aspirations and my teamwork with my crew- but all they want to know about are new boyfriends/girlfriends, gossip and pathetic paparazzi photos.

I sigh, thank god the interview was over. With 2 of my security by my side, Felix and Ron, I step outside on the street to see a whole crowd of people screaming my name. Whenever I exited a public place, I knew there would be people waiting outside, desperate for a photo with me. Some people came more than once, and I recognised their face.

"Hey I know you!" I point over in her direction, and she screams while trying to give me a hug.

"How are you Katie?"

"OH MY GOD YOU REMEMBERED ME- I'M ... IM GREAT THANKS" her eyes said everything.

"That's awesome, and thankyou so much for the letter you gave me, I was reading it a couple days ago and I loved your words."

She was crying at this point, unable to formulate words. I pose for a picture with her, kissing her cheek. Felix give me the look, and I knew it was time to make my way over to the car. I interact with a few more screaming fans, and make my way over to the black Jeep waiting for me.