My shapshifter Camiloxreader

Y/n

Camilo POV

"I'm going to bed" I say and walk away quickly. I run up the stairs and close my door. I don't love Y/n. Do I? I changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I climb into bed and lay on my bed, hands under my head.

I don't love her, I mean yeah, I care about her a lot. I get upset at the thought of her hurting, and I want to hold her in my arms and protect her from the world forever, but that's not love. Right?

I toss and turn for hours. I sneak out and go to the kitchen, I wait for Y/n but she doesn't come down. I frown and finish my arepa, a door creaks open and I shift into Y/n.
"Mija what are you doing up?" Maria asks, taking my hand
"I was getting twitchy" I reply

"Get some sleep dear" She pats my cheek and walks into the bathroom. I let out a breath and sneak back into my room. I look in the mirror and I'm still Y/n. I examine her in the largest mirror, my hands trace over her waist and hips. No, I can't do that. My hands hover at the end of her shirt. No. Stop it now. My hands freeze.

"Pervert" I mutter and shift into my boring self. I flop into bed and eventually drift off.

"Camilo" Y/n whispers, hands sliding up my chest "kiss me" she breathes and presses her lips against mine, my arms snake around her waist she smiles at me. I wake up.
"Ay dio mio" I breathe and rake my hands through my hair. I change quickly and walk downstairs, I sit down and Y/n drops from the air like an angel. I stare at her and memories of the dream comes back, my faces heats up and I look away from her.

"We need to talk to you," Tia says seriously. I look at her, everyone has a solemn expression on their face, Y/n looks at me

"Sure"

"Are you unhappy?"
"That's a complicated question" She says, laughing harshly. She's not okay, anyone who as two eyes can see that.

"We won't be mad" Mamma says sweetly, hand on Y/n's
"I guess I'm not as happy as I could be. With you know, seeing a bunch of my friends killed and my home destroyed" Y/n says. That is understandable, they shouldn't be asking such stupid questions, they shouldn't be stupid

"Have you been thinking of running away?" Gabriella asks, sadness clear in her face. Y/n freezes, hurt and sadness flickers across her face before being replaced by anger.

"Running away! Is that really what you'd think I'd do now?" She asks, standing up sending her chair back "I risked my life to save our home and you ask me if I'm okay! No of course I'm not okay, of course I'm not happy. I killed a man" She says pointing at her chest. "I killed someone" Tears form in her eyes. Everyone sit still, I get up and hug her. She hugs me tightly and buries her face in the crook of my neck

"You're okay, you're safe" I whisper and her ear. She killed someone.