Fifth Harmony Imagines

Camila/You: Here (based on the song)

Parties had never been my thing, yet, there I was at yet another party. Truly, I didn't have any business there, but since my friends were there I just came to kick it, but really I would rather be at home all by myself, not in this room
with people who don't even care about my well-being. Not to mention, the nauseating smell of alcohol on stumbling teenagers breath wasn't my favorite smell, either.

"Why do I put myself in these situations?" I asked myself, pulling my beanie down lower on my face to cover my eyes. I leaned back on my seat and crossed my arms.

"Excuse me, miss-" I heard a voice start talking.

"I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend.
So you can go back, please enjoy your party." I said loudly over the music. When I thought enough time had passed for the person to have left I began complaining to myself, "I'll be here, somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana, with this boy who's hollering I can hardly hear over this music I don't listen to and I don't wanna get with you, so tell my friends that I'll be over here."

"I just-" the voice started again, causing me to sigh.

"Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this. I'm an anti-social pessimist, but usually I don't mess with this. And I know you mean only the best and your intentions aren't to bother me,
but honestly I'd rather be somewhere with my people, we can kick it and just listen to some music with the message like we usually do, and we'll discuss our big dreams, how we plan to take over the planet.
So pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand that I'll be here.Not there in the kitchen with the girl
who's always gossiping about her friends, so tell them I'll be here. Right next to the boy who's throwing up cause he can't take what's in his cup no more.
Oh God why am I here?" I whispered the last part to myself.

"Y/n, It's Camila from your history class. I just want to talk. You looked a little down." I finally realized who the voice belonged to. I pulled my beanie off of my eyes and shot her a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry!" I yelled over the music.

"You want to go somewhere where we can talk?" she asked motioning towards the door. I nodded and stood up without any hesitation. I was ready to get out of there.

She smiled at me and took my hand, navigating me through the intoxicated student and to the door. When we got outside, she didn't let go of my hand and I didn't say anything about it, because I kind of liked it. She began walking down the sidewalk and I followed.

"Sweaty bodies and loud music isn't really my forte." she admitted in a soft voice. "I'd rather just read a book or something."

"Same here." I replied, swinging our hands back and forth. She looked at me and smiled. "Parties are so...overrated. And they're all the same. I'd bet money that in a few hours they'll be congregating next to the refrigerator with some girl talking bout her haters and she ain't got none." I said rolling my eyes.

Camila chucked and looked up at the sky. "It's a beautiful night. How about we just 'kick it and listen to some music'?" she said, quoting my earlier rejection. "We can discuss our big dreams and how we plan to take over the planet." she said smiling cheekily at me. I rolled my eyes playfully.

"You're a pretty good listener, so I'm down." I replied. We walked for a while more before I noticed how cold it was outside. I shivered and Camila moved closer to me and draped her arm around my shoulders.

"Better?" she asked, looking at me innocently.

I nodded and smiled at her, "Thanks." I replied looking at my feet.

A minute later we arrived at a small park. We walked over to a table and laid down on it, looking up at the sky.

"So, Miss Y/n, how exactly do you plan to take over the planet? I want all the details." she said, her hands behind her head and her feet crossed at the ankles. She was looking at the sky with a small smile on her face.

"If I told you I'd have to kill you. Its G14 classified." I joked.

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a/n: this is so ugly but I haven't updated in years