Camren Imagines

Safe & Sound

Looking at the other passengers, I sigh. I'm still not believing I waisted almost all of my savings on this stupid ticket plane. But it was worth it you would fix this totally stupid, shitty situation. Getting up from my seat, my stretch, feeling the pain on my back and groaning when it increases with the weight of the bag I just put on. I'm one of the last passengers to get off - hell to the no that I'll be crashed in the middle of the fuss of disembark. Hell, no. Sure thing. Amsterdam could be cold as hell sometimes. But London. I can't even describe London's climates. My fingers and nose turn cold right when I get off the plane and I can practically feel my mood going down just a little bit. Grumpy would be an understanding. Finding a taxi is an adventure. You think I would be used to airports rushes but hell, it's England. Hell. But I do find one, after one hour and are on my way to the hotel. All this shit because of a fucking photo, with the fucking wrong angle. And the price for the ride is fucking unbelievable. And I had to almost shout at one the receptionist thinking I was a crazy fangirl. But now I'm here, listening to the crappy elevator song, hoping to a excuse to punch something. Or someone's face. Someone's face would be really good. And the excuse doesn't even has to be a good one, really. Not at all. The elevator pings and the doors open up to a clean, nice, long hallway. Not like I would stop to appreciate it, though, so I just march down, looking for the right room number. Halfway down, I find it. I can hear Dinah's and Normani's yelling, Taylor's laugh and Ally's whining attempt to get their attention. I can't hear Camila. Unsure if they're going to listen, i knock loudly. Dinah and Normani stopped with their yelling but I doubt it was because they heard the knock - Ally was lecturing them. Taylor's laughs goes on, along with a muffled "whipped bitches", a smacking sound and people running. I still can't hear Camila. About to knock again, the door opens up a bit, enough for me to see half a face, brown eyes curiously peeking out. My breath hitches for a second, seeing Camila after a month or so. Then I remember why I'm here when her lips form a thin line and the little gap of the almost closes, only it wasn't for my hand. "We've got to talk" "There's nothing to talk about, Lauren." Her voice is rough, stubborn and I'm pretty sure she's been crying - something inside me makes me feel awfully bad for it. "Camila." I hiss between teeth, feeling my jaw lock and comes close to her face, gripping her arm and yanking her closer "I'm not on my best mood, so don't even try to fucking sass me right now." It's awfully quiet. Even though Dinah's screams are back and Normani is laughing, Taylor whines loudly about how her leg hurts and Ally lectures them all. Camila's eyes are wide and I quickly let go of her backing away slightly, guilty shooting through me. Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I calm down slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, Camz." I say, voice low and my eyes drop to her arm "did I hurt you?" She shakes her head, a weak "no" falling from her lips. I feel really, really bad right now. "I'm so, so sorry Camz." She looks up, eyes sparking genuinely. "It's okay, Lauren." I still feel bad, though. "Can we talk, please?" She's about to answer, head nodding when Ally cuts her. "Hey, Mila, who you talking to?" "I'll be right back guys, don't worry about me." Don't waiting for an answer, she manages to pass through the gap, closing the door behind her. We walk to the end of the hallway, where there's a turn to the left and a big, wall-length window decors the wall where we both come to a stop. There's a silence. Not an awkward silence. A nice, comfortable one and I almost forgot why I'm here for the first time. "So. What do you want to talk about?" I turn to Camila - she's staring at me, bottom lip locked between teeth and eyebrows raised. I sigh. "You know why I'm here for, Camz." Her gaze turns to the window, watching the little persons down on the street packed at the front of the hotel. "You didn't really believed those rumors, did you?" She looks at the floor, a nail scratching her throat. "I can't believe you actually did, Camila!" She turns to me, eyebrows furrowed together, lips formed in a thin line and an indignant look on the tearful eyes "There's a photo, Lauren. A freaking photo!" "Exactly! It's a photo." tears start to come down her face and I'm pretty sure I'm starting to cry too - cry of anger, of indignity to think that she would believe these things, crying for scaring her. "It's just a photo, Camz, with the wrong angle." My voice is low, thick because of the crying and I step closer to try to clean her tear - strained face. She just cries more, embracing me tight and I embrace her just as tightly "The boy asked for a photo and we took one. I was holding one of his hands and leaning into him because, yeah, I was kinda drunk, not gonna lie about that." I separate enough to take her face into my hands, looking into her eyes. "I'll never do that with you, Camila. Never. I'll never let you go - ell, i fucking fought for you and will keep fighting, until you tell me not to anymore. Because I love you. I love you. You understand me?" She nods, hugging me again, letting out a tired sigh "I fucking do." "I love you, too."