Imagine That: Fifth Harmony

Camila • Meeting Your Parents (1)

Your POV

"Let's just say my girlfriend was famous..," I hint out, not very subtly, to my parents who are sitting at the kitchen counter, their eyes fixed to their laptop screens as they type away.

"Don't think we don't know about Camila Cabello," my father says, not averting his gaze from the screen. "You know we just want you to be happy, Y/N."

I sigh, knowing what's coming next.

"But if she is as immature and humorous as the media makes her out to be, then it's a no," he finishes, still typing away at his laptop.

And there it is.

You see, I've been wanting my parents to meet with my girlfriend, Camila, for a while now. And you'd think that they would have a problem with her being a girl and all, but nope. They only care about image. As in, whether the person has manners and eats with all the appropriate cutlery instead of their fingers. Whether the person wears suits all the time instead of jeans and tees. Whether the person is always formal and polite instead of informal and comical.

This is all because I come from a family of what you would probably call, stuck up, posh, snobby people. But the thing is, I'm nothing like that. As much as my parents tried to groom me to be the formal, posh, well-mannered daughter they wished to have, I turned out the complete opposite.

Anyway, Camila isn't exactly the type to fit in with my parents idea of a 'perfect partner' seeing as she is the complete opposite. And that's why I love her. But my parents? Not so much.

"Okay," I say, sighing loudly and looking down to my lap where my fingers are playing with the hem of my tee shirt nervously.

"I think you should invite her over tomorrow night though, sweetie," my mother speaks, deciding to look up from her laptop which is a rare thing so I can't help but look up too.

"What?"

"You heard me, Y/N," she repeats, scolding me slightly. "Don't make me repeat it." I mutter an apology as she continues. "But I think that Camila should accompany us for a dinner tomorrow night at the opening to our friend's restaurant. It will give us chance to finally meet her and get to know her better, don't you think?"

I nod slowly, even though I know it's a bad idea. They are obviously expecting her to be some formal, well-mannered girl which she isn't. She's the girl who cracks jokes every two seconds and falls over after every step. There's no way this is going to end well.

"Then it's settled," she smiles contently at me. "We'll all be dining with Camila tomorrow." And with that, she looks back down to her laptop, the smile disappearing from her face as she continues to type at a fast pace.

Great. Now I need to tell Camila.

***

"That's great, Y/N!" Camila grins and immediately wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, embracing me in one of her famous koala hugs.

No matter how I'm feeling, receiving a koala hug, or any hug in fact, from Camila can make me smile. So I do as I wrap my arms under her legs to balance her. Once she pulls her head out of my neck, still having her legs around me, she speaks.

"I can't wait to meet them!" She says, excitement evident in her voice and in her sparkling brown eyes. The way the sunlight is shining on them now makes me feel in a daze as I stare into them. They are literally shining with happiness.

The smile on my face falters as I realise what's happening, and she seems to notice as she pouts and says, "What's wrong?"

I slowly place her back on the ground but her arms don't lose their grip around my neck. "The thing is-" but I don't know how to tell her. "They are my parents, Mila. You know how they are."