Imagine That: Fifth Harmony

Camila • Getting Married

*Y/BF/N = your best friend's name*

Your POV

"My parents won't stop bugging me about how excited they are," she laughs to herself, continuing to chop the carrots on her chopping board.

I smile at my beautiful fiancé and walk behind her, settling my arms around her waist and pulling her close. Her vanilla scent is all I can smell and I feel content: the feeling of home. I can't wait to be able to call her officially mine in two days. Just two more days and she will be my wife. How amazing is that?

"I'm just as excited as they are, Camila," I laugh lightly as I move her silky hair out the way, pressing my lips against her skin, behind her ear. That's one of my favourite places to kiss her. But, nothing beats her lips.

She places the knife down on the chopping board and turns around to face me, an excited smile on her beautiful face. "Only two more days, Y/N. Two more days and we're married. Can you believe it?"

I smile at her childish side coming out. That's one of the things I've always loved about her. "I know."

She plants a kiss on my lips which leaves me on cloud nine, before saying, "Don't forget to visit your friends to confirm the details for the bridesmaids dresses."

I roll my eyes playfully and nod. She's been wanting to get everything perfect since we starting planning this. "Okay. I'll go now if it makes you happy."

She nods and places her hand on my chest, pushing me away from her. "Very happy."

I laugh at her and she turns around, continuing to chop the carrots for our lunch. Meanwhile, I grab the car keys off the counter and head to the front door, ready to visit my friends.

***

Once I reach the front door of my best friend's house, I knock three times, then place my hands in my pockets as I wait patiently for her to answer.

My best friend, Y/BF/N has been there for me since I left high school. We met when I got a job at this café and she was the one who had to show me the ropes of things. Ever since then, she's always made it her job to look out for me and vice versa.

However, when I found Camila, she always acted weird around her and seemed to be put off. One day, she confronted me and told me that she thought Camila was a bit of a try hard and will eventually leave me because of her fame. Obviously I was angry at her, but then she apologised and I forgave her; she was only trying to look out for me. I never told Camila of this because I didn't want to worry her. Now, I've asked Y/BF/N to be my maid of honour and she was excited to except the role. I just hope everything works out.

A creak of the front door opening brings me out of my thoughts, and standing before me is the latter herself.

"Y/N," she smiles at me brightly, bringing me in for a hug. I gladly accept it and when she releases me, she stands to the side to let me in. "What brings you here?"

She shuts the door and leads me to her living room. I've been here a lot of times and we've grown comfortable with each other, so I can tell that she doesn't mind letting me see her currently messy living room. We both take a seat on her leather couch and she awaits my reply.

"Camila has been bothering me about checking up on the bridesmaids dresses," I feel my lips curve into a smile subconsciously at the mention of my future wife.

Y/BF/N frowns at the mention of Camila and her eyes sparkle with something I don't recognise. I thought she liked Camila now?

She sighs loudly and doesn't meet my gaze. "It's all been taken care of, Y/N."