Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

twenty-two

I nodded and she pulled my hand to guide me out of the bus.

She began taking small steps with her head hanging down which made me realize she wasn't in the best mood.

We walked into the venue and went into the dressing room to sit down on the couch beside each other. Camila's body was turn towards me but she averted her eyes from mine.

"What do you wanna talk about?" I asked in the hopes it isn't as bad as I'm expecting it to be.
"Mom is mad." Camila trembled a little but quickly regained her composure. "She says I'm not old enough to be making these kinds of decisions and that even though I love you, there's no way we can be engaged."
I looked down feeling a jolt of sadness sweep over me, "And what did you say?"
"I heard her out and I agree with her. We can't get married." Camila sternly replied.
I pulled my hands away quickly, "Why'd you say it like that?"
She looked up at me and frowned, "Because we're kids. Actually I'm basically 8 and you're 12. I was stupid to think we could get married."
"So, you're just gonna throw away everything we just did because we're kids or because you don't want this anymore?" I said letting my mind do the talking. My filter and thought process was gone. Now my honesty was blaring out.
"I want to be with you more than anything but we can't be engaged. At least not right now. I'm on tour and you're doing a movie. That wouldn't work out." She replied grabbing my hand but I made sure she didn't keep it in her grasp for long.
"It wouldn't work out because of us or Jacob?"
"Why does he have to come up? Haven't I been through enough?"
I was amazed in the worst way, "You haven't been through shit except for the fact you went through with fucking him. He's trying to steal you away from me and it looks like he's winning."
Camila was just as steamed as I was but she tried to keep herself calm, "He may try but he's not gonna win. I told you I was serious about us and I meant it. Just because we aren't engaged doesn't mean I don't wanna be with you. I want to. All I'm saying is that maybe after this tour is over and your movie is done, we can try this whole engagement thing again."
"That's not gonna happen." I calmly replied. I can't believe I'm about to say this.
"What do you mean?" Her voice turned from angry to confused.
I exhaled, "I'm thinking about going on tour with Ariana."

Well, I haven't got to think too far into it but it's still a possibility.

"When the hell did this happen?" I could tell Jealous Karla was bubbling on the inside and about to overflow.
"She DMed me about it earlier. She wants me to come on the second leg of her tour with her after the movie is over. She supposed to be in LA soon and she wants to talk about it then." I said with the utmost confidence knowing how Camila would feel about it.
"You aren't gonna go on tour with her." She replied angrily.
"First of all, you aren't my mother. You're my girlfriend now. Well, at least that's what I think you are. And second of all, what's the big deal? You always tell me I should try to pursue singing because I 'have a gift'." What the hell is her problem?
A jealous Cabello bursted out of her causing her to be louder than before, "I don't want you on tour with her and that's final. If you really love me, you won't meet up with her."
"Chill the fuck out, Karla." I started to say.
She interrupted me before I could talk again, "Never call me that. I swear to God. You know what my name is."
"Don't threaten me, then. And what's the big fucking deal? You're her friend. She even wished you a happy birthday. I don't see the problem here." I retorted with the most hateful tone.

She was easily pissing me off by telling me what I can and can't do. When she does this, I try to block it out, but she tries to dominate me too much lately and it's kinda pissing me off. I don't tell her what to do so why should she think it's acceptable to do this to me?

"The big deal is I know her. Too well. I know what she's capable of and its almost impossible to not be caught off guard with her." Camila admitted still pretty upset.
"So you don't trust me?" I asked feeling a little hurt.
"I don't trust people around you. No matter who it is, it's like they fall for you and I don't like it. There's gonna be a day when you don't stop someone's kiss or touch and I don't wanna see that happen." She was being completely serious.
"Look, Mila. You gotta let me do what's best for my career. I don't wanna be on your tour bus for the rest of my life. It was bad enough being behind the curtain for 3 years. Now, I feel like I'm doing something good for myself. Even Ariana Grande wants me to work with her. I gotta think about it but I need your support. You gotta stop being so damn jealous all the time and give me some space. Until I give you a reason to worry, I don't want you telling me what to do. Okay?" I decided to calm myself down because I didn't feel like fighting anymore. I want to keep her and not lose her again even though she's been sending me through a whirlpool of emotions recently.

She slightly nodded, "Fine. I'll give you some space but only if you answer my question with complete honesty." I looked into her eyes and let her continue, "Do you still love me like you did before? Or is all of that gone?"
I could tell she was more than serious about this question. It's probably something that's on her mind ever since I found out about Jacob and her.
"I love you just as much as I did then but I have serious trust issues with you now. I can't help but be paranoid whenever I see you in a picture with anyone." I wasn't afraid to tell her the truth. I don't trust her anymore. She has to rebuild that before I can truly feel all the things I did for her in the past.
"I'm gonna make everything right. I promise." She replied before nervously licking her lips.
"Don't promise. Just do it."

Camila nodded and a soft silence swept over us as we looked into each other's eyes. Camila leaned in to press her lips to mine for a passionate and short kiss. Nothing too heated, but nothing that would seem fake. It was a real kiss. Something she used to do all the time. Before this whole tour happened.

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3 DAYS LATER

I got in my rental car and started driving to Ariana's LA house where I'm supposed to be meeting up with her and her manager, Scooter Braun.

I'm actually very nervous, though. I'm not sure what to expect. I've never really had a full face to face conversation with her before so it's kind of nerve racking to say the least.

I parked in the driveway to see the huge house in front of me. Woah. I guess this is why she can afford Chanel and 50 thousand animals.

I walked up to the door and rang the bell. It wasn't long until I heard footsteps from the other side of the door.

When it was opened, a short, black haired lady was revealed. She had a huge smile on her face, "Well, you must be Y/N." She walked up close to wrap me in her arms, "I'm Joan. Ariana's mother." She pulled away and I could see that smile was still there but I was frozen. I wasn't expecting her Mom to be so friendly. She grabbed my hand and laughed, "Come on, slow poke. Ari and Scoot are in the living room waiting for you."

She slammed the door behind her and about 3 dogs came running in. She whispered to me happily, "Don't mind them. They just love new people. We all do." I couldn't help but smile at her kindness. At least she was welcoming. Hopefully, Ariana and Scooter would be the exact same way.

We turned the corner into a huge living room with a few couches and chairs. Ariana was on her phone leaning back on the couch while Scooter was shuffling some papers in front of him. When I got into their line of vision, both of their eyes shot up at me.

"Y/N!" Ariana yelled happily. She got up and threw her phone on the couch before running over to wrap me in a similar hug that her Mom did to me a few moments ago. She pulled away with a giggle, "Sorry, I'm a hugger."
I laughed and replied, "Nah, it's cool."
She grabbed my hand to pull me further into the room so she could make me sit down on a couch in front of her, Scooter, and her Mom.

She walked back over to sit down and put her phone on the coffee table by Scooter's papers.
"So, how are you doing?" Scooter asked with a sincere smile.
I nodded happily, "I'm pretty good. How are y'all?"
They all nodded with smiles and Scooter replied, "We're doing good. How's the movie?"
I shrugged, "It's a movie, I guess. A lot of work but I'm sure it'll be worth it in the end."
"It will be." Ariana giggled before looking over at Scooter to nod. "You want something to drink? Like water or.."
"No, no. I couldn't impose." I told her.
"You're funny, girl. I'll get you water." Ariana laughed before swaying out the door.

"I guess we can try to get down to brass tacks." Scooter smiled. "Now, don't worry. You don't have to say yes to anything yet. We just want to persuade you to come on tour."
Ariana walked in with a few water bottles and handed one to me before going to give them to the rest of the people in the room.
I opened the bottle and took a sip before talking to Scooter, "And how exactly are you planning on persuading me?"
Scooter answered with a smirk, "That's easy. Giving you everything you desire."