Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

twenty-nine

YOUR POV

"Oh, hey Whitesides. Ya know? Seeing you stand on the side of the street reminds me that I forgot to put my trash can out to be dumped before I came to New York." I said to Jacob.
He smiled, "You're so funny. You wanna know something that's even funnier? Someone thought they could break into my bus and destroy my computer and camera. Did you hear about that?" His bright eyes were making me sick.
"I may have overheard that." I confidently smiled. I started to walk away when he grabbed my duffle. I pulled away from him harshly, "Don't fucking touch me."
"Wow, that's something I've never heard your girlfriend say." He laughed.
I walked up to be face to face with him, "Say that again and I will punch those pretty little teeth right out of your mouth."
"Woah, feisty. I just wanted to show you something that I have on my phone." He smirked pulling out a white iPhone from his pocket.

He flicked the screen and played the video. I was mortified. It was the sex tape.

I reached for the phone and he quickly pulled it away from my reach.

"Nuh uh." He mocked before locking the phone and putting it in his back pocket. "I have a friend who says you're good at negotiations."
"I'm not gonna negotiate with you WhiteFuck."
"He said you were aggressive, too."
I was getting highly annoyed, "Who is he?"
"A good friend I like to call Austin Mahone." He smiled. "Now, I know you can negotiate. I heard all about your last plan with him and I want to make a deal too."
"Fuck you and Shithone. I'm not making a deal with you." I yelled at the guy in front of me.
"Then I guess a little sex tape will be leaked." He taunted me knowing that I would do anything for Camila even though we're no longer a thing.
"What do you want?" I gritted my teeth.
"Don't worry. You're hot but definitely not my type."
"Like I said, what do you want?"
He smirked knowing exactly what he wanted, "I want to sing a song with you on the honeymoon tour when you go to LA."
I knitted my eyebrows, "You blackmail Camila knowing that I love her and you expect me to make a song with you? Are you crazy? And why is that what you want? That's like the weirdest request I've ever heard."
He smiled, "Look, the Reflection Tour is fun but it's not gonna get me anywhere. I think that if I performed on the Honeymoon Tour for one night, I'd be able to expand my career. Plus, you're getting very famous. I could use you, too."
I sighed thinking that even though I'm making a deal with Hecate, at least it's not as bad of a deal as the last deal, "Fine."
He smirked and pulled his phone out to delete the video. "There. All of the copies are gone, but I'll be sure to hold you to your promise. I never forget."
"Whatever. Just don't touch her anymore. Do you understand me?" I threatened him.
He nodded and winked, "Whatever you say, y/n. I'll be good."

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3 Weeks Later

I got a call from Mary a few nights ago updating me on Mike's health status. She said that he's in the process of waking up, and that he could be awake in the next few days but it's not determined for sure. All she knows is they took him to a check up and the doctors said his brain patterns were increasing.

When she told me that I almost screamed out of excitement. I plan on flying down to Houston the moment I hear word that he's awake.

"Y/N! Get up. You've gotta get this dance done." Ian said to me grabbing my hand and pulling me up on my feet.

That's right. My choreographer is Ian Eastwood.

The first day I met him, I told him I couldn't dance and he looked at me with a smile to say, "That's about to change."

I groaned, "Can't we just rest for five minutes? My feet are killing me."
He smiled and turned his SnapBack around so the bill would face the front, "You wish. We gotta be able to get a complete 20 minute set down pat. So, stop whining and move your body."