Niall had sat down in the couch next to Camila. "So Camila, how much do you actually know about me?" He asked with a slightly nervous chuckle. Camila chuckled wiping hair out of her face and playing with her hands.
Camila was really nervous, she had a crush on Niall forever, who he though he was anyway. She felt like he and Niall were the same person, a lot of it had to do with Niall often telling fans how much they meant to him and how beautiful they were. "A lot more than I'd like to admit." She told him. "but who knows if that's may not be you. it's the you, your publicists want you to be." Camila shrugged knowing what it was like to have people tell you what you have to be. Luckily Camila stated from the start that she wasn't changing for anyone, but she didn't know if Niall had done the same thing.
Niall watched as Camila talked about publicity. Examining his new best friend for the next day, he stopped her not even knowing what she was saying, "you mouth goes crooked when you talk." he pointed out to her, noticing the slant in her mouth. "Oh- and that's pretty much me. I mean of course it's not all of me, because I'm not just Niall Horan of One Direction! I'm just Niall. Ya know?"
Camila smiled a nodding, knowing what he was talking about, "yeah, I'm not Camila Cabello! I'm just Camila." She said. Glad they got that settled.
"Well, Hi. Just Camila."
She smiled looking at her feet, "hi, just Niall."
