Camila Cabello/You Imagines

Stranger

A/N: The songs used in this imagine are actually mine. I wrote them.

Your P.O.V

Today is my and my girlfriend, Camila Cabello's second year anniversary.

We met at the VMA's 3 years ago.

*Flashback*

I was waiting for the announcer to call out my name for me to perform. It's my first performance after 7 months of being out of the spotlight.

I tapped my foot on the floor as I hummed the tune of the song I was about to perform.

They just finished announcing Girl Group of the Year. I saw five people come off stage.

Fifth Harmony, all five of them are honestly beautiful but a certain brown eyed girl in a black suit caught my eye. Camila.

"Congratulations." I said softly with a small smile.

They said thank you and continued walking, they didn't quite notice me since it was dark. The tall girl did and shouted.

"Oh my gosh! You're Y/N!" I nodded.

"I'm surprised you know me." I said.

The green eyed Latina beside me scoffed and told me.

"Like how can we not? You've had alot of awards and your act of heroism was amazing." I laughed.

"But let's not forget I got suspended." I pointed out.

"That was a set up!" The shortest in the group commented.

I laughed lightly knowing that and so did they.

"Thanks. Well I better get going." I said hearing the announcer starting to announce my performance.

"Yeah." They whispered. The brown-eyed goddess stopped in her tracks and turned to me. She slowly walked back and stopped right infront of me.

"Thanks." She said looking down.

"Huh?" I was confused.

"Your songs, they kind of helped me through rough times." She explained.

"I write them from experience, but that's good to know." I smiled. She got on her toes and kissed my cheek.

"Good luck." She whispered. Wow! That just took my breath away.

I slowly made my way to the center of the stage and fixed the mic stand.

The music started.

Each and everyone of us has demons inside.

Each and every one of us has something to hide.

Each and everyone of us thinks the world is full of lies.

Each and everyone of us is scared of running out of time.

Fear, is the reason, it's what we fear the most.

Fear, itself, is the reason, the reason we fail.

Doubt, is the reason, we give up on our dreams.

Doubt, on ourselves, that we can do anything.

I looked through the crowd and found her singing along.

We wanna get there in time,

The outside world is full of lies.

I can see it in your eyes

Show me the devil inside.

The days change and so do the seasons,