You and I(Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

~Chapter 8~

*Natasha's POV*

"Whaaaaaaaaat." I said looking back and forth between my mom and Cameron. "Why?" I asked curiously.

"Well, you told me about how when you were little, you wanted to be a model. So... Surprise!" Cameron said. "And maybe we could do some photo shoots together. I was part of vanity teen a while back." He stated

I screamed. "Oh my goshhh!!!" And jumped into Cameron's arms. I peppered his face with kisses. I jumped down. "When do we start?" I asked excitedly.
"You have an interview thing with the photographer tomorrow at 10." My mom chimed in."Thank you momma" i smiled and kissed her cheek.

*Camerons POV*

She looked so happy, and it made me feel warm inside. I liked it. A lot.

"Natasshhaaaaa" i called from upstairs.
"Whaaaaaattt" i heard her say from downstairs.
"C'mereeee" i said in a pouty tone.

*Natasha's POV*

I walked up the stairs and plopped on the bed next to Cameron. "What?" I asked him and I laid down on the bed.
"I love you" he giggled.

"Oh my gosh you loser!" I laughed.

"You're lucky i love you too." I winked. I lied on the bed and before i knew it i was asleep.

*Cameron's POV*

She's so beautiful. I thought to myself as I watched Natasha as she slept. As creepy as that sounded, it isn't like that.

I stroked her ash blonde hair and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. As her chest rose and fell, I stared and smiled. I kissed her head and snuggled under the covers. I turned Netflix on, and clicked onto my favorite show, The Walking Dead.
Before the second episode was over, Natasha stirred.

"Dad? Daddy please don't say that. I'm sorry!!" She shouted. I shook her at an attempt to wake her from her nightmare.

*Natasha's dream POV*

I woke up in my old bedroom from when I was 6 years old.

I looked around my Kim Possible themed room in awe. "Is this really happening??" I questioned myself.

I got up from my plastic bed, and ran to the bathroom. When I tried to look into the mirror, I realized that I had become significantly shorter. "Hm?" I said to myself. I went around the bathroom counter to crawl from the toilet onto the counter. Once I successfully reached my destination, I made my way to the mirror. I saw my reflection. I was 6.

All of the sudden, I heard heavy footsteps from down the hall.
"What are you doing, sugarplum?"

"Dad?" I asked the man.

"Who else?" He giggled and lifted me from the bathroom counter.

I looked into his green eyes and smiled, but before I could hug him, his eyes went from love, to anger.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "daddy? What's wrong?"

He simply replied, "Its your fault."

"Dad? Daddy please don't say that. I'm sorry!" I screamed, but he ignored me. He seemed emotionless. Like he had been robbed of his grace. His soul.

He threw me to the ground and walked out of my childhood home. Slamming the door behind him.

Then I woke up.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I haven't been in the mood to write

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