Behind the Scenes (Camila/You)

Chapter 1

Camila's POV:
I shut my eyes tightly as my driver pulled up to the mansion Shawn and I called home.

I really didn't like it here, it reminded me of a lot of bad things, all revolving around Shawn. He hurt me, used me, threw my feelings aside and toyed with me. Yet I had loved him, I still love him. Right?

I groaned quietly as the car I was sat in came to a halt, 'great I have to go into that house now' I thought to myself. To say I was dreading entering those large wooden double doors was an understatement.

Why do I always come back here? It just reminds me of pain and heartache, it just reminds me that my husband doesn't care about me, that I'm just a little game to him.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when my driver opened my door for me. "Are you ok Mrs Cabello-Mendes?" He asked politely, I rolled my eyes internally, I hated the fact I had his last name, it just reminded me of the mistakes I had made when we said our vows.

"I'm fine but I've told you before call me Camila." I say with the best smile I could muster up. "My apologies" he said and I shook my head, a small smile on my face despite my awful mood. "Honestly it's fine, just remember next time." I say in a kind tone, my driver was a nice man and I wasn't angry with him, he needed to know that. He simply nodded.

He offers me a hand and helps me out of the car, I mumbled a thanks and he said a 'your welcome' back.

"Here" I say, handing him a $100 tip, he is my full time driver but he never gets paid enough in my opinion, Shawn disagrees though.

"Oh Camila I can't accept this." Robert, my driver, says. "Don't be silly, I insist, you work hard for your family, you deserved it." I tell him truthfully, he gives me a grateful smile and a hug.

"Thank you so much" he says, I nod "Don't mention it, you are always here for me Robert, it's the least I could do." He smiles again and goes to the trunk of the car, opening it and getting my suitcases out. He hands them to me and I give him a quiet thank you in return.

"Good luck with Mr Mendes" Robert says "I never have good luck when it comes to Shawn." I reply and he chuckles a little. Oh, by the way, did you notice Shawn isn't Cabello-Mendes? That's right, the dick doesn't even want to have my last name, that's how little I mean to him.

"Until next time" Robert says, pulling me in for another hug. I let out a sigh "Until next time" I reply as we pull away from the hug.

Robert gets back into the car, throwing me a final wave which I return, before driving off. I wish I could have left with him, honestly, since spending time with Shawn is the least enjoyable thing on Earth.

I gripped the handles of my suitcases and lifted them, typical Shawn to not walk to the driveway and help me carry my bags in. He never was a gentleman, the media made it seem like he was though.

I took slow steps up to the mansion, making sure that I enjoy my next few Shawn-free minutes.

We had dated ever since IKWYDLS had been released, he helped me through a hard time and that made us grow closer.

I developed a crush on him, his charming personality, dazzling smile, how his voice sounded when he performed, how he could play the guitar so well, how caring he was and how often he would compliment me and make me feel good about myself.

To 18 year old me he was the perfect guy, I later learned that he wasn't.

People didn't like the thought of Shawn and I together but they soon realised I was happy with him and the hate diminished a little.

Fans had told me Shawn would break my heart, use me, cheat on me and hurt me constantly. They were so right and I wished I had listened to them.

As I see the double doors come into view my heart breaks again, the memories of everything I've been through flooding back.