Camilo x reader

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Y/n's POV

I hoisted myself up on my elbows into a sitting position. I planted my feet on the cold hard ground. I sighed as I pushed myself up, biting my lip to conceal the whimper that wanted to escape. Once I was standing up I paused to take a breath. As soon as I started to walk my knees wanted to buckle, but I kept on going. I wobbled and staggered and basically pulled myself up the stairs. When I was up I looked back down at the stairs already dreading the climb down. I pushed myself up and wobbled to Camilo's door but as soon as I reached for the handle the door swung open to reveal Camilo. He rushed up to me and put his hand on my back to steady me. "What are you doing?" He whispered. "I wanted to come and see you," I whispered back. He looked down at his feet "I'm sorry I left you, It's just so difficult-" He started to say before I cut him off "Camilo, what you did hurt me but I understand the feeling. When my mom got sick..." I trailed off. He smiled softly at me. He planted a soft peck on my cheek and gently picked me up "I'm not letting you walk down those stairs" He said. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled at him. He transformed into a different man and I hit his chest "I want you" I pouted. "This is me," He replied. I huffed at him "I want your original form". He smiled and transformed back into himself and I watched as his curls bounced. When we reached my room I leaned over and opened the door. "Teamwork" I whispered. He set me down in my bed and tucked me in tightly and planted a kiss on my forehead. Then he sat down beside me and tangled his fingers in my hair. "Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?" he asked me. I smiled at him and nodded. I turned over and he laid down beside me. I fell asleep to the sound of his breathing.

Camilo's POV

I opened my eyes and saw her beautiful face. This day was off to a good start. I pulled myself from her warmth and hummed a happy tune as I walked into the kitchen. Julieta was already making breakfast. I made up a small tray filled with fresh fruit and other food julieta gave me. I carried the tray to y/n's room and opened the door. This was the girl for me.