Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

seventeen

"Woah, you're hotel is huge. Is this basically a suite?" Normani said looking around.
I nodded, "Yeah, I think. I haven't really looked past the bed. I just passed out as soon as I got in last night."
"Long night, mama?" Dinah smirked at me.
I nodded, "Yeah, I guess. I mean jet lag plus filming for hours is enough to exhaust anyone."
I looked behind Dinah to see Camila cowering and staying quiet. Like she should. I have nothing to say to her.
"When did you get to Toronto?" Ally asked crashing down on the couch in the suite quickly followed by the rest of the girls.
I pulled the beanbag from the corner and laid down in their direction, "Around 5 PM, and we were late so we stayed later to film the rest of the scenes we needed. And since I'm 18 now, there's no child labor laws." I joked pushing my hair out of my face.
I saw Camila shift uncomfortably in her seat at the subject of my birthday.
I scanned her fully and saw the innocence and sweetness. She looked so nice today. No, she fucked over. Don't make it easy for her.

I quickly looked away to see Lauren smirking at me, "So, will we ever get to meet Jennifer Lawrence or will she forever be a figment of our imagination?"
"You just want to meet her so you can flirt with her and turn her gay. It's the Jauregui effect." I laughed.
"They have a name for it now?" Normani giggled.
I nodded, "Yeah, I saw it on Twitter."
"Well, fuck." Lauren groaned, "They know my secret." She smirked again.

"So, when are you going to film again?" Ally asked pulling down her shirt.
"Umm.." I strained my eyes to look at the clock, "In like 3 hours."
"Do you wanna come watch the concert tonight?" Ally said in a hopeful tone.
I looked over at Camila and quickly averted my eyes, "No, I don't think that would be a good, um, idea." They all looked at me confused and I tried to spare at least 4 out of 5 people's feelings. "I don't really think it'd be fair for other fans who have already seen the show. They deserve that seat. Ya know?"
"Okay, weirdo." Ally laughed, "Do you have any water?"
I pointed towards the kitchen, "There should be some in the fridge."
"I want some too!" Dinah and Lauren whined.
Ally stopped and looked back at them, "You have feet. Use 'em."
The both groaned and got up. Normani held out her hand, "Help me, D. I want some, too." Dinah pulled Mani so hard that she almost flew off the couch. "DJ, you don't gotta pull my arm off." She whined.
Dinah smiled, "I'm sorry, Mani Bear. Here I'll give you piggy back ride."
"Really?"
"No bish, use those sexy legs." Dinah laughed walking towards the kitchen.

I noticed that they left Camila and I alone in an awkward silence. I got up from the beanbag and walked in the opposite direction to grab my phone from the charger. I didn't feel like having a stare down with her. Not right now. I can hardly look at her without feeling 1 million emotions.

I walked to the outlet to see my phone laying on my pillow.
I picked it up to check my notifications and heard a voice behind me. "So, are you just gonna ignore me now?"
I slowly turned towards her and put my phone into the elastic band of my sweatpants, "That was kinda the plan."
"You aren't gonna talk to me about any of this. Are you?"
"Probably not." I replied coldly.
"Why are you so hard headed? Can you at least try and hear me out?" She begged.
I put my hands to my side and stood up straight, "Okay. I'll hear you out if you promise to hear me out afterwards."
She nodded and quickly shut the bedroom door to give us a little privacy. Even though I'm sure all of the girls would be intently hearing from the other side.

Camila had to pause for a second to think about how she would beg for me. I was ready to hear the straight malarkey that was about to spew from her lying mouth. That's when she started. "Y/N, I know what I did was stupid. There's no excuse. Jacob doesn't mean shit to me. I swear. He was just someone on the tour that flirts way too much and I got distracted. I let it go too far since day one. I don't want him, though. I want you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't want to lose you. If there's anything in this world that you want, I will give it to you." She pleaded her case and her voice rasped on and off.
"Is that it? Camila you broke my heart. You always do this. You go for all the fuck boys when you have a perfectly good person sitting here waiting for you. I treat you like a fucking queen, Camila. And what do you do? You go and start sucking face with the first pretty boy you see. Don't even get me started about missing my damn birthday so you could see your boyfriend. How dare you. Even your Mom called to tell me to have a good birthday, but you know what? It was shit. My birthday was absolute shit. Because all I could think about was how you hurt me. You really fucking destroyed me, Camila." I couldn't stop the harsh words from spilling out. "Tell me one thing. Did you fuck him?" She looked down at her feet. "Karla Camila Cabello, did you have sex with Jacob?! Tell me the truth!" I yelled feeling my voice grow tired and my chest start to pain.
"Yes. Okay, I'm sorry. I wasn't into it, though. I regretted it as soon as it begun." She replied with her eyes full to the brim with tears.
"I can't believe you." I scoffed. I pushed past her and exited the door.

Camila grabbed my hand to stop me in the middle of the door way, "No, please." She was sniffling and tears were streaming down her tan face. "Tell me what I can do to win you back."
"There's nothing, Camila." I harshly said.
"There has to be something, y/n. There has to. I know you still love me. I see it in your eyes. You care and you want me back. I want you back more than anything. I'll do what ever it takes just tell me what you want me to do." She begged muffling through her tears.
I looked deep into her eyes, "Prove it to me."
"Prove what?"
"Prove you love me, and you want me. Prove to me that I'm the only one you want. Prove to me this will never happen again. Then we will get back together." I replied keeping a straight face and trying not to break for her. I needed to stand my ground. She can't keep thinking I'll crawl back to her every time. I want her to crawl and I want her to beg. I want her to be the one that has to get me back. I love her dearly, but the tables have to turn.

Camila thought for a second then got down on one knee to keep my hand in her grasp. She looked up at me with those deep brown eyes and sniffled, "Marry me."
"Are you fucking insane?" I said not fully believing any of this was happening.
"Yes, for you. I want you and I to get married. No more lies and no more worries. I'm all for you. I want to prove to you and the world that I'm serious. I want to walk down that aisle and see you standing there. Or vice versa. Either way we will be together." Her throat was dry which caused every word to be squeaky or raspy.

"What the hell, Camila? You can't get married." Ally yelled to the girl on the ground.
Camila tightened her jaw and didn't leave her gaze to mine when she replied, "Allyson, stay out of this. It's none of your business."

She licked her dry lips and spoke to me, "Please say yes. Please."