Fifth Harmony Imagines

C.C.: Clubs and Owners

I like never post Cami wtf I'm trash

Do y'all like actually wanna snap me or just add me, like talk to me I'm not scary I promise.

anyway

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Your P.O.V.

" Uhm....hi." I grinned sheepishly, clutching my bag between sweaty hands. To say I was nervous was an understatement; I felt ready to throw up.

The club, though, was rather gorgeous with its deep velvet walls and black flooring, filled with tables and sofas, two bars, and of course connected stages circling with room. There was an upstairs as well, multitudes of doors leading down a long-looking hallway.

A beautiful green-eyed girl behind the bar raked her eyes down my body, tapping her long nails against her plump lips. "Your name?"

I gulped loudly, shuffling my feet to stand up straight. "Y-Y/N Y/L/N." The young woman smiled at my stutter, walking out from behind the wood.

My breath stopped at the sight of her thick thighs and backside in a pair of tight black jeans, a light blush dusting my cheeks when she raised a brow.

"Erm...I'm here for an interview with Ms. C-Cabello?" She nodded, thankfully ignoring my intense staring. She held her hand out for me, which I took reluctantly.

The girl laced our fingers together, tugging me further into the club, pausing in front of a large pair of tinted glass doors. In big, bold lettering, Camila Cabello lay along it, 'President' printed right below the name.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling my hands beginning to shake again. "Hey, it's okay. I know you're nervous, but I'm sure you'll do great." A husky voice spoke up, before sending a smile my way.

"Oh, um...thank you...?"

"Lauren."

I smiled a bit, taking a deep breath before Lauren pulled the door open, revealing a large office, a slender brunette sitting in an office chair, doing something on a laptop.

"Camz."

The young woman looked up, bright chocolate eyes locking with mine. My pulse shot through the roof, my own eyes widening with anxiety.

Calm down, calm down, calm do-

"Well, you must be Ms. Y/L/N. I see you've met Lauren already."

I nodded shyly, tightening my grip on the raven haired girl's hand. It was extremely comforting, knowing I wasn't facing this completely alone.

"Use your words, honey."

"Y-yes. I'm Y/N."

The woman hummed, waving at Lauren, who gave my hand one last encouraging squeeze before releasing me and exiting the room.

I turned back to the brunette, who stood up abruptly, walking out to sit on the front of her desk. My throat dried up, taking in her attire; an impossibly short black skirt, a tight, pink long sleeved shirt, and black pumps, along with diamond jewelry.

My god, her legs.

"Go ahead, honey. Dance for me." Crossing her ankles, Ms. Cabello nodded her head again, motioning for me to begin.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a built in pole, right between the circle of couches in the corner of the room.

Clearing my throat, I placed my bag, which contained a change of clothes and a few personal things, on one of the couch cushions. It was filled with extra clothes and other necessities, in case something happened.