Rafe Cameron Imagines

You're Number One🤍

The sound of your phone vibrating against the nightstand jolted you awake. Groggily, you reached for it, squinting at the bright screen.

My Love: Come outside.

You frowned, glancing at the clock. 6:12 AM.

With a sigh, you pushed back the covers and padded to the window. Sure enough, Rafe's truck was parked in your driveway, headlights off, the dim glow of his phone screen illuminating his face.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a hoodie before slipping outside, the morning air crisp against your skin. As soon as Rafe saw you, he grinned—this big, boyish, knows-he's-annoying-but-you-love-him-anyway grin.

"You're insane," you muttered, folding your arms. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Time to see my girl," Rafe quipped, pushing off his truck and walking toward you. "I couldn't sleep."

"You never sleep."

"Not my fault," he shrugged. "Got too much on my mind."

You gave him a look. "And instead of trying to rest, you drove over here?"

He smirked, slipping his arms around your waist. "Had to. You're number one, baby. You're the reason I'm still up at dawn."

Your breath hitched slightly at the way he said it—not like it was just some casual comment, but like it was the truth.

You sighed, resting your hands on his chest. "Rafe—"

"What?" he murmured, tilting his head. "Is it a crime to miss my girlfriend?"

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. "You're ridiculous."

"And yet, you're smiling," he pointed out. "Means you love me."

You huffed. "Yeah, yeah."

His expression softened. "Come for a drive with me?"

You hesitated. "Rafe—"

"C'mon," he murmured, squeezing your waist. "Just a little one. We don't have to go far. I just... I wanna be with you."

You exhaled, looking up at him. His blue eyes were practically pleading, and you knew you were going to give in before you even responded.

"Fine," you relented. "But I'm picking the music."

Rafe's grin stretched wider. "Deal."

—

Minutes later, you were curled up in the passenger seat, legs tucked beneath you, scrolling through playlists. Rafe's hand was on your thigh, fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles against your skin as he drove.

"You're gonna put on that depressing shit, aren't you?" he teased.

You gasped. "Excuse me? My music taste is impeccable."

"Mhm." Rafe shot you a knowing look. "Play something happy."

"I do play happy music!"

"Uh-huh. 'Happy' as in the kind of shit that makes you wanna stare out a window and contemplate life?"

You laughed, swatting at his arm. "Shut up, Cameron."

Rafe grinned, glancing at you. "You love me."

You bit back a smile. "Unfortunately."

He laughed, a real, genuine laugh, the kind that made your heart squeeze because you knew how rare it was for him to feel this light.

Finally, you settled on a song, the melody filling the truck as Rafe drove down the quiet, empty roads.