Fifth Harmony Imagines

Camila/You: Breaking In

"You can do this, Y/n. It's just like all the other times." I whispered, trying to convince myself the bad feeling in my stomach wasn't anything to worry about. I took a deep breath and climbed up the tree on the side of some house. Standing on a branch outside of the open window, I glanced behind me, still debating if I should go through with this. I sighed. "Fuck it," I mumbled before stepping through the window.

I ended up in a girl's room, probably a teenager, my age. She had One Direction posters plastered on her walls, a guitar sitting on her bed, and pictures on her mirror. My curiosity taking over, I wondered over to her desk and looked at the pictures. I finally figured out whose room it was by looking for the common person in every picture. It was a girl, probably my age, as I had assumed. She had tan skin and long dark brown hair. Her smile was absolutely gorgeous. She's was absolutely gorgeous and I felt something weird in my stomach, though it was completely opposite of the feeling from earlier.

Finally, remembering what I came for, I gathered myself and left out of the bedroom door. Walking slowly along the halls, I tried not to make any noise. I watched the owners of the house leave, but I didn't want to take any chances. I moved swiftly through the house, picking up anything that seemed to be valuable. A few minutes later, after I had filled up my backpack, I made my way back to the girls room. Passing a door, I thought I heard somebody crying. Stopping in my tracks, I looked at the door and nibbled on my lower lip, contemplating whether I should go in or not. Well, I know I should just leave and get out while I could, but I couldn't bring myself to take another step away from that door.

Cursing and mentally scolding myself, I stepped towards the door and put my hand on the door knob. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

A girls head swiveled quickly in my direction, "Who the hell are you?" she asked, standing up and backing away from me.

"Well, who I am depends on whether you want and can handle the truth." I said nonchalantly.

"Tell me who you are." she said sternly, glaring at me.

I smirked. I found it entertaining that she was trying to be tough, but had tears still running down her cheeks, "Look, love...I just wanted to see if you were okay. It seems to me that you are, so I'll be on my way." I said turning to leave.

"Wait! Don't go." she said quickly. "You didn't tell me who you were. You said you would." she said.

I shook my head, "I said no such thing. Plus, that ship has sailed. I can't tell you my name now or I'll get caught for this shit. I'm not stupid."

"Please?" she asked, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"I'm literally robbing you and your biggest concern is who I am. You are something else." I said with a chuckle. She smiled at me but didn't say anything, waiting for me to tell her who I was. I sighed, "Call me Ace," I said, finally.

"Camila." she introduced herself with a smile. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked.

"Camila, you can't just invite criminals to have a drink. It's dangerous and reckless." I said.

She rolled her eyes, "Yes or no? Or do you want something to eat? My pizza is on the way actually." she said.

"I have to go." I said turning to leave.

"Please don't go." she whined. I turned back and looked at her. It looked like tears threatened to spill from her eyes, "Just stay for a bit."

"Do you even care about your life? I'm a CRIMINAL, Camila." I said with a heavy sigh.

"I feel like this isn't who you are, Ace. I know there's more to you than this." she said looking at me intently.

I shifted uncomfortably, "Stop looking at me like that." I said shyly. She was about to say something else when the doorbell rang.

"That's probably the pizza. Please just stay to eat." she begged.

Finally, I caved in and agreed to stay a minute or two. We went downstairs and she got the pizza while I sat on the couch uncomfortably, looking around.

"Here," she said putting the pizza down on the table, "I hope you like Hawaiian."