Camila quietly laid down on the couch with her feet up in the air. She hummed different melody's, tune's and hooks trying to come up with lyrics or something for a new song. But nothing was sticking for her. Camila sat up and looked at niall who was sitting looking in the vaniety mirror. "Your hair looks fine." Camila told him smiling.
Niall turned around looking at her, "well, since you won't do anything with me there's nothing much to do.
Camila walked over to him, she took both of her hands and ran them seperate ways on his hair flattening it as much as she could, "there perfect." She said laughing. Camila walked around the extremley large dressing room, "i don't know what you expect me to do with you. There's nothing much to do in here but sit." She pointed out.
"Then tell me about yourself." He told her, "tell me about...um... your last boyfriend!" He said thinking of the first thing that came to his mind.
"His name was Austin, was an asshole. Mangement set it up. I wouldn't even let him kiss me." Camila said looking around the room. Truth is, he didn't even make enough time for them to go out on more than one date. Just a lot of talk on twitter happened. Camila actually had a huge crush on him but he tossed her around like a piece of trash, "he ended up cheating on me. I mean I wasn't much of a girlfriend if he wouldn't even kiss me but still." Camila shrugged, she refused to look at Niall. She didn't want to seem hurt by what Austin had did to her. She completely adored him and he treated her like shit and she fell for it. "Did you not see the headlines?"
"Austin was your first boyfriend?" He asked surprised. The girl was gorgeous and she'd only dated one person. Plus he treated her like shit. How could someone not completely fall in love with her? She was outspoken and loud and fun to be around. Plus she was god damn hot. Niall shook his head no thinking about it.
"Yeah, and I haven't dated anyone since." She shrugged again still refusing to look at him. "What about you bigshot superstar? Must've broken a couple hearts yourself."
Niall shook his head, "like I said earlier, I don't get the girl. Whether I flirt or not. I have Harry, always hitting on the same girl that I may be trying to get. And honestly when the choice is between me and Harry it's never me."
The couple were on opposite sides of the room, Camila wiggled the door knob seeing if it would budge but nothing. "Between you and me, those girls are stupid. Why would they pick Harry?" She questioned. "Sure he has the curls and the eyes. But he also comes with constant paps following him, and rumors of him cheating and shit like that." Camila walked over to him slowly and flirtatiously. "You have the blonde hilights and that adorable accent. And your voice, you're completely hilarious and caring. You're in a boyband but not followd by paps as much. And you'd put everything you have into a relationship." She was inches away from him now, and she watched as she manipulated him to make him lose his breath. "And those lips," she reached out and touched his lips, "wow." she said smirking.
Camila walked away, "it isn't nice is it?" she said turning around. "Being flirted with when you know there's not a chance." She snapped her head and her voice at him.
"Damn, Cabello, you're a good actress." Niall said catching his breath.
"Yeah, I was into the arts in high school. Only place people liked me." She sighed, crossing her arms. "If it makes any difference, I'd still choose you over Harry."
