Fifth Harmony Imagines

C.C. Stressed Out

i'm sorry i haven't been posting recently

i've been in a bad headspace for a little bit but hopefully i'll be back to myself soon

so here's a kind of weird sad thing idk

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Your P.O.V.

From: Cami ☺️💝🍌
Y/NNNNNN hi baby

Glancing at my buzzing phone, I pushed it aside, sighing loudly into my hands. I'd been feeling like shit for the past few weeks, not knowing entirely why.

Granted, a lot of people had fucked me over, or been assholes to me, but I could tell it wasn't that alone. Maybe I was PMSing, maybe I was just angry at the world, or maybe something else was the matter that I couldn't put my finger on.

Whatever the case, I'm pissed off.

It fucking sucks.

I'd snap at anyone that even looked at me wrong, or said something idiotic, which led to an argument or fight of some sort. From there, things would just get worse and worse.

Even if they didn't really do anything wrong, still, my emotions decide to flip out of control. I was being a bitch to my own girlfriend, for god's sake.

And I couldn't stop it.

From: Cami 😊💝🍌
babyyyyy, are you there?

From: Cami 😊💝🍌
i miss you :(

Don't think about it,

Don't look at the texts.

Stay calm.

Don't freak out,

Stay calm.

From: Cami 😊💝🍌
Y/N, replyyyyy

From: Cami 😊💝🍌
helloooo?

From: Cami 😊💝🍌
c'mon don't ignore me :(

From: Cami 😊💝🍌
ugh babe not this mess again answer

Snatching up my phone, I angrily typed out a response to her ignorant texts, clenching my jaw painfully hard.

To: Cami 😊💝🍌
Don't fucking text me if all you're going to do is treat me like garbage, like my feelings don't matter. Don't bother coming home tonight.

Slamming the device on the table, I kicked it away from me, threading my fingers through my hair, tugging roughly, trying in vain to calm myself down.

Deciding that it'd be best if I tried to sleep it off, I flopped back on the couch, shutting my eyes, praying that sleep would overtake me.

Thank god it did.

* * *

A soft hand was shaking me gently, another smoothing my hair back, away from my face.

"Y/N? Are you awake?"

Slowly opening my eyes, I blinked a few times, adjusting to my surroundings. I was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, Camila leaning over me.

"Fuck off." I spat, sitting up and moving myself  on the far end of the couch. Hurt flashed in the Cuban's eyes, her hands fiddling with each other.

She tried to come closer, stopping her advances when my hand rose. "Y-Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say what I did, or make you feel the way you do...I just m-miss you." Her bottom lip trembled, a lone tear falling down her face.

Releasing a puff of air, I relaxed my frame, feeling my throat choke up. Camila opened her arms, where I quickly jumped into, feeling all the weight that'd been crushing me fall away.

All of my stressed out, unshed tears fell freely down my cheeks, Camila's strong arms holding onto me tightly. "It's alright, baby. I've got you, okay? You're fine. You're okay."

"I-I'm so s-sorry." I hiccuped in between sobs, trying messily to wipe the tears off of my face.

"It's okay, Y/N. I love you."

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i've been watching wentworth for the past 3 days lol

anyway

i'm a fuckin mess, mate

bye