Behind Closed Doors (CAMREN)

Chapter 1

Camila's POV

"I'll be fine, Dinah. It's not like people will recognize me at a gym. They're all focused on working out," I reassure while jogging on the treadmill.

"I just want you to be quick coming home," Dinah says to me sounding weird.

"Why? I'm only forty five minutes into my cardio," I respond wanting to know what the hell was wrong with her.

"Mila, you just need to get your ass home. Please trust me on this," she desperately begs. I stop jogging and grab my water.

"Fine, I'll start walking home," I say starting to walk out of the gym.

"Put your hood on," she says after a couple minutes.

"Why?" I asked confused.

"Just get home as fast as you can," she says quickly before hanging up the phone.

I round the corner of the stairwell and knock on our apartment door. It takes a second before Dinah opens the door and pulls me into the apartment. She paces back and forth while crossing her arms. She stops and gives me a magazine.

"A magazine Dinah? Really? That's why you interrupted my work out?" I raise my voice frustrated.

"Read the front cover," she says still pacing.

"After years of investigation we've finally figured out that Camila Cabello is gay," I stutter slowing down with every word. I flip to the article and read it out loud. "I've been on Cabello's case since 2014. At first the model was clearly 100% straight, but I noticed after a couple years she was acting different. She was more affectionate with her fellow models and one night I saw her kissing Lucy Vives. And it wasn't your normal kiss goodbye, it was a make out session. I think everyone is going to wonder the same thing...Will Camila Cabello ever admit to being a lesbian?" I just stare at the magazine, not wanting this to be real.

"Mila, I would've told you over the phone. But I wanted to be here if you needed to be comforted," Dinah mumbles walking up to me and putting an arm on my shoulder.

"What am I going to do? No one is going to ask me to model for them again. Because they won't get as many viewers as usual. Oh my god Dinah my life is over," I start to ramble and she shakes her head at me.

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I wake up to the sound of Dinah calling my name from the kitchen. "MILA," she calls again. I stretch my body and get up slowly. I made my way into the kitchen and Dinah looks at me with wide eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask pouring myself a cup of coffee. She sits her phone down on the table and looks at me smiling.

"Look at that," she points to the phone. I walk over to the phone and see twitter open. "Lauren Jauregui tweeted about you." I lean over and read them.

@LaurenJauregui: Why is this girl getting hated for being who she is?

@LaurenJauregui: Let people love who they want to love. Stop judging them for their sexuality. I'm here if this person wants to contact me. Always.

"That's so sweet," I whisper and smile.

"Are you going to contact her?"

"I think so," I respond.

After breakfast Dinah had to go meet someone, so I decided to stay home. I pull out my phone and call Lucy.

"Hello?" she answers.