Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

forty-six

ALLY'S POV

I can't believe it. She's hurting so much that she's decided to push everything away with drugs.

Both of these girls are too hurt and putting too much damage on themselves. I'm so worried. I know one of them will snap soon and I'm sure it's gonna be Y/N, shortly followed by Camila.

They're both too stupidly in love with each other to understand how to do anything about it.

"What are we gonna do about her?" I asked curling up next to Dinah on the lounge couch while keeping my gaze set on Lauren who was staring at the ground.
"We gotta get these girls back together again. They're both wrecks without each other. Emotional and ridiculous wrecks." Dinah said putting her phone on to charge.
"But how?" I asked. "Camila said she can't be around Y/N until she proves herself and Y/N is just a fucking mess now. There's no way we can get them together while they're both in this condition."
"We can keep this a secret from Camila and have her just come down and hang out when we go by Vegas. The tour is ending really soon. Maybe this will get us back to the start." Lauren spoke up visibly relaxing and laying back on the other couch.
"That sounds good." I replied putting a little more thought into it. "There's only 4 shows after that one. Maybe that can give them time to be friends until we can encourage them to date again."
"But we need Normani. We can't make it look obvious. Ya know?" Dinah replied.

The bus door opened quietly and Scooter poked his head in. When he saw the three of us there, he was a little shocked. "Have you guys seen Y/N?"
"Sleeping." I shortly replied because I'm still holding a grudge about that diet.
"Oh kay, well we're leaving." He smirked before continuing, "See y'all in Ottawa."

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As the bus slowly started to move, I made myself comfortable and tried to get my mind off of what happened only moments ago. I can't worry about it. All I can do is try to make her and Camila happier before they both do something they'll regret. Or if they even get a chance to regret it before damaging themselves permanently which is what I'm trying to avoid.

YOUR POV

I woke up with the worst splitting headache. The bus was moving and slowly rocking which caused my stomach to get highly irritated. I had to jump out of my bunk and run to the bathroom. Before I knew it, I was hurling up everything I had last night. Although, there wasn't much left so it was mostly just me dry heaving which hurt my abs worse than anything. I tried to keep myself from getting too upset at the pain as I finally felt the nausea end for now. I was just exhausted.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Ally in comfortable clothes and a top bun cleaning my table with a wet paper towel. I walked into the room and reached up into the cabinet above the table to get the first aid kit.
"Good to see you're awake." Ally softly spoke. I could hear the disappointment in the back of her throat. I tried to not pay too much attention to it.
"I just need some Advil. I'm not gonna get up yet." I told the tiny girl while she threw the paper towel in the trash can.
"Come on. You've got some cereal in here that you can eat. It's almost 9 and we're almost in Ottawa. You'll have to be up soon anyways." Ally grabbed my hand, begging me to stay.
I groaned, "Fine. I'll stay up."

I looked over into the lounge to see Dinah and Lauren sprawled out on either couches of the lounge. It was a nice thing to see. It brought back so many good memories.

Ally dug in the cabinets to pull out a box of honey nut Cheerios and a bowl. She poured the perfect amount of cereal in before walking over to the fridge and grabbing the milk. The white liquid filled the bowl half way and Ally grabbed a plastic spoon to mix the cereal together quickly. She picked it up and handed it to me, "Bon Appétit."
I retrieved the bowl from her grasp and kissed her cheek, "Thanks Mama."