Don't Go Yet (Camila/You)

Chapter 1

Her flight had arrived in Miami ahead of schedule, touching down half an hour earlier than previously scheduled. Y/n made her way briskly through the airport, trying her best to keep a low profile as she pulled her baseball cap down further to shield her face.

Her reappearance had taken the tabloids by storm with every news outlet in existence writing articles about the artist's return after two long years of silence. Her emergence, coupled with an upcoming surprise release of a new song, had nearly taken down Twitter with corresponding hashtags flooding in by the thousands.

Though there were speculations on where she'd been, and what she had been up to, they were so outlandish or preposterous that Y/n's publicity team put little effort into damage control. Besides, recent photos had emerged of the artist strolling through the quiet town of Breckenridge, Colorado a few months prior to the announcement of her return; therefore, most of her fans had simply assumed she'd taken a long hiatus.

The artist spotted the blacked out SUV and headed towards it, smiling widely when the passenger side door flew open and a familiar blonde streak rocketed in her direction.

"Y/n!" Jay rushed forwards, wrapping her arms around the much taller artist in tight hug and trapping Y/n's arms at her sides.

Y/n laughed loudly, patting her friend's shoulder awkwardly due to their position, and allowed her duffle bag to slip from her shoulders. She wiggled her arms free and reciprocated the hug, allowing the blonde to hang on for however long she pleased.

"I missed you too." She chucked, swaying them both back and forth as the driver scooped up her fallen luggage with an amused shake of his head.

"You're not allowed to leave me ever again! How dare you have a mental breakdown and not invite me to run off to the wilderness with you!" The blonde leaned back, letting go of Y/n and slapping her on the shoulder.

"Ow!" Y/n rubbed the sore spot on her shoulder, "Jesus! Fine, next time you can come with me."

"That's all I ask." Jay smirked, slipping on her designer sunglasses and sliding into the back of the SUV.

The drive to the hotel was mostly quiet with both women in their own worlds. Y/n listened to music on her phone, humming softly along to Portland, Maine as they weaved through the streets of Florida; whilst Jay clacked away on her smartphone like always.

The sun was in the process of rising creating orange and pink hues in the sky; a scatter of elongated fluffy white clouds dotting the morning sky. Cars were quickly filling the roads as people began heading out for the day, creating pockets of high traffic and small crowds gathering on the sidewalks at the intersections.

The artist was here to play one exclusive comeback show and then spend the majority of her time attending interviews the following two days. Y/n sighed as she thought about how many times she'd have to reiterate what she had been doing for the previous two years, but it was balanced out by her excitement to engage with her fans once more.

The song faded away in her ears and a familiar voice filled her ears making her heart clench with sadness.

No, I never liked San Francisco
Never thought it was something special
'Til you kissed me there
No, I never liked windy cities
But I think maybe when you're with me
I like everywhere

The artist picked up her phone and changed the song quickly, ignoring Jay's questioning glance upwards at her sudden movement. She'd known that the Cuban singer had released new music, but had completely avoided listening to any of Camila's new songs partially because of guilt. The parts of her that knew she'd been a coward not once, but twice, was something that she'd buried deep inside and had no intention of ever letting resurface.

Y/n let her head fall back against the headrest and she closed her eyes, wiling away the ache in her chest and tears in her eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, the Four Seasons came into view; the famous hotel having always been one of Y/n's favorite places to stay. The location was conveniently close to the beach front and other forms of entertainment, not that she would have much time to enjoy it this trip anyways.

The SUV came to a stop in front of the large glass doors and a few members of the hotel staff rushed out to greet the famous singer and take her luggage. News of her arrival in Miami had meant that paparazzi now flooded around the entrance of the hotel snapping photos and yelling out questions over one another.

A large crowd began to gather around the commotion and Y/n internally groaned when she heard a few girls scream her name. Their screams attracted even more people who now had to be held back by hotel staff so that the singer could enter the building.

Y/n smiled softly at the fans, pausing against security's better wishes to take some photos and sign autographs. Her smile widened even more when she spotted several excited young girls in the crowd, bending down to hand each one a guitar pick from her backpack. She could hear the snaps of dozens of cameras, but she ignored them and bid farewell to her fans; finally entering the much quieter building.

"Fucking hell, they're like vultures." Jay scrunched her nose up in disgust at the paparazzi and crossed her arms in irritation, "We really need to figure out how to keep where you're staying under wraps."

Y/n laughed, heading towards the front desk to check in, "Yeah...good luck with that."

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The singer took a deep breath of fresh air as she walked towards the coffee shop on the corner, desperately in need of some caffeine. A rush of cool air hit her face and the sudden smell of roasted coffee beans filled her nose as she opened the door.

The interior was modeled after studios in New York City, it's thematic colors mainly white and black. The ceilings were vaulted, it's rafters and piping visible to the public eye, but only adding to the aesthetic. A black metal staircase in the back led up to a balcony which hung above the coffee bar and a waist high glass wall prevented people from leaning over the edge, but Y/n could see several individuals lounging in arm chairs and at wooden tables upstairs.

The shop was fairly busy, commuters and office employees coming to grab a quick cup of coffee before heading back out onto the bustling streets. She carefully weaved around the people standing around waiting for their orders and stood at the back of the line, taking out her phone to pass the time.

Finally making it to the front of the line, she saw the barista's eyes widen in recognition.

"Holy shit, you're Y/n Y/l/n!" The red headed girl squealed and frantically tapped her coworker.

Y/n laughed lightly, opening her wallet to take out her card, "Yeah I am. May I get an iced caramel latte please?"

"Oh, y-yeah of course!" The teenager stuttered out, writing the artist's name shakily onto a cup, "Do you mind signing one of these disposable cups for me?"

The singer grinned, looking around the small display of glass coffee mugs behind her and choosing one with the city's name on it decorating the side. She picked it up, grabbing a sharpie from the outstretched hands of the girl and quickly signed the mug, gesturing for the girl to add it to her bill.

"Here this mug is way better and you can reuse it." She handed the mug to the girl who thanked her profusely for the gift, before calling for the next person in line.

Y/n made her way off to the side to stand with the others, taking out her phone when she heard its ringer go off. Jay had texted asking the singer to pick her up a blueberry muffin for breakfast, so she turned to head back towards the line when she felt hot liquid splash across the front of her white t-shirt.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry! Here let me get a-"

Y/n froze when she heard the woman speak, lifting her eyes cautiously and almost fainting when she locked eyes with familiar brown ones that she hadn't seen since that night two years ago.

"Camila."