Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

eleven

I slowly walked over to the right side of the bed. The loud machines drowned out my thoughts and the silence that came with them. I looked down to see his face. It's nothing but pale flesh. Almost deathly.

I shuddered trying to keep myself together but it was no use. He looked like he was just ruined beyond repair. He was lifeless.

I cleared my throat to try to get something to spill from my lips. I looked at him and opened my mouth, "Hey Uncle Mike. It's me, y/n." I sighed out. I felt stupid talking to myself but I've heard stories that people in comas can hear you so that's what I'm doing. "I'm doing really good on set. You'd be really proud of me. And I'm almost 18. Can you believe it? There's only 10 more days." I tried to laugh but I could feel tears prick my eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't work with you, Mike. I should've. Then maybe this wouldn't have happened to you. I'd be okay if it happened to me, but not you. You've worked so hard to get where you are and you're such a blessing to this world. I need you to wake up, please." The tears started streaming down slowly and I didn't bother with wiping them. "I'm sorry, Mikey. I love you so much. Please, please, please wake up. I know you're still in there. I'm sure people don't believe that you're trying to break out, but I know you are. You're gonna recover. I know it." I got closer to him and put my hand on top of his. "This isn't goodbye though. This is 'I'll see you when you wake up'. And you better believe I'll be one of the first people you see."
I kissed his cheek and wiped my tears before taking a deep breath, then putting my head up in confidence to walk out of the bedroom.

When I left the room, each of the girls were lined up and leaning against the wall across from the door. Camila got off the wall and walked up to grab my hand and pull me through the house while the rest of the girls followed.

She pulled me past the kitchen to the front door and I yanked my arm back to stop her in her tracks. "Where the hell are you taking me?"
"Back to the Hotel with us. You aren't staying here." Camila responded.
I nodded, "I know I'm not staying here, but you don't need to take care of me."
I pulled her hand away to reach down and get my duffle, backpack, and suitcase.
"We aren't trying to take care of you, babe. We just want to make sure you're okay." Ally said breaking into the conversation.
"So you're taking care of me." I smiled looking at her.

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I gave in and let the girls take me back to the hotel. I didn't really feel like arguing because I haven't been able to be around all of them a lot lately, so I don't want to waste my time fighting.

They were sitting in the penthouse living room on the couch staring at the Tv when I came out of the bathroom from changing into some comfier clothes.

I walked over to see there wasn't anymore room on the couch. Camila's eyes widened in excitement when she saw me. She patted her lap to signal me to sit down. I took her up on her offer and sat down to lay back and rest in her. Camila put her hands around my waist and grabbed my hands with hers and interlocked her fingers with mine. She softly pressed her lips to my neck and whispered to me, "I can't believe you just left LA. I wouldn't have told you if I knew you would leave your job."
I was sort of offended, "And what if he died and I found out you knew. Do you think I'd be happy with you, then?"
I felt her body move once she sighed, "You're right, but you need to get back soon."
"I will. After tomorrow." I replied to her and kept my attention towards the TV screen.

"So, how's the movie going?" Dinah asked while she put a small piece of popcorn in her mouth.
I shrugged, "Pretty good, I guess. I mean, Jen is pretty good to be around. She's really funny and nice. She gives me a lot of pointers and helps me work off of her energy. It's something I could see myself doing for a while, to be honest."
"Woah. I've never heard you be so passionate about something." Dinah laughed.
"I'm secretly passionate about a lot of stuff, but no one ever hears me say it." I smirked.
"Not even me?" Camila pouted while squeezing my hands.
I shook my head, "Nope."