Camila Cabello/You Imagines

Her

You were walking down the side walk, hands in your jeans' pocket and head hung low.

You just had a big argument with your manager. He wanted you to date Becky G for publicity but you argued that you didn't want to go on dates with someone you didn't love.

So here you were walking the cold streets of San Francisco peacefully until... You heard screaming from an alleyway.

You jogged up to the alley and found a guy attempting to rape a girl. The victim saw you and looked at you with terrified and pleading eyes, which you couldn't see in the dark.

So you did what was necessary, you pushed the guy away and noticed that it was Shawn Mendes, so you whipped your head back to look at the girl and saw a crying Camila Cabello.

You felt a hand on your left shoulder, Shawn pulling you back and a blow to your jaw. You groaned in pain and got your composure back, you kicked him in the stomach and punched his left cheek. You continued punching him until you felt someone pulling your arms and hugging you stopping you from lunging back. You could smell Camila's shampoo.

"Stop! You're gonna get hurt!" She slightly yelled at you. Your eyes softened at the sight of her glossy and blood shot ones. You grabbed her wrists and pulled her out of the alleyway.

Once you were a tad away, you stopped, turned to her and hugged her, to which she stiffened to and soon after relaxed and let her tears out.

Yes, you knew each other. No, you aren't close. Just friendly smiles and waves. And also yes, you have a crush on her.

"Where the others? Hotel? Venue?" You asked once you pulled away.

"H-hotel." She answered swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Come on, I'll take you there." You said taking your jacket off and putting it over her shoulders.

"You don't have to." She declined.

"Maybe you haven't noticed but the back of your shirt is ripped off." You insisted, she nodded her head and let you wrap your arm around her shoulders.

You quietly walked to the hotel, once you arrived she gave you back your jacket and you said.

"Keep it."

"But why?" She hesitated.

"So somehow you'll remember me." You scratched the back of your neck.

"Uhh you're Y/N Y/L/N, Syntax Error's lead guitarist, Top 5 hottest girl in the industry today. Why do you think I would forget you when I have songs you wrote and sung on my phone." She fangirled.

"Seriously? I didn't think you were a fan." You smiled.

"Avid fan." She grinned widely.

"Umm I was wondering if I could get your number." You said shyly. "You know in case that jerk comes back."

"Sure." You exchanged numbers and she said good bye after a few more laughs.

"Well, I'll see you when I see you." You said shifting your feet nervously, you were battling with yourself whether or not to kiss her cheek or hug her.

"Yeah, I'll see you around Y/N." She said steeping closer, standing on her toes and leaned in to kiss your cheek. You blushed violently.

"G-g-good night Camila." You stuttered. Of all the time in the world, why did I choose to stutter now? Why does the universe hate me and love me at the same time?!