Drabbles. {Fifth Harmony}

8. Last Night {Caminah}

Humming nervously, Camila flipped the eggs, her toe rapidly tapping the cold tile floor of Dinah's kitchen. There was a beep as the toast popped up, and Camila jumped slightly, shaking her head at herself and taking a deep breath.

There was absolutely nothing to worry about. Dinah rarely remembered anything when she was that drunk, so what were the chances that she'd remember this time? Nope, nothing at all to worry about, no reason to be anxious, no reason at all.

As if Dinah had heard Camila thinking about her, a door down the hallway opened, and Camila heard a faint groan.

She couldn't help smiling, despite her racing heart.

"Good morning, cheechee," she called. "There's water and an advil on the kitchen table, and I'm making breakfast. I hope you're not too hungover to stand."

There was another groan, and a quiet thud, and then Camila heard her best friend stumbling towards the kitchen.

"Not so loud, chanch," Dinah mumbled, leaning on the counter as she entered the kitchen. "It feels like my heart is literally inside my brain."

"Is that, like, a fancy way of saying 'my head is pounding'?" Camila asked.

"Yeah, sure," Dinah said, managing a weak smile.

Camila set down the spatula, walking over and starting to butter the toast.

"Hungry?"

"I could eat an entire horse right now," Dinah said. "I might throw it up, though."

"There's bacon, too," Camila said. "You better not throw it up, this wasn't easy."

Pushing herself up from the counter, Dinah padded over to where Camila was standing, and wrapped her arms lazily around Camila's waist, leaning down to rest her chin on the smaller girl's shoulder.

Camila froze for a second, and then exhaled, sinking back into Dinah's sleepy, messy hug. Huffing, Dinah attempted to brush Camila's hair out of the way with her nose, and then nuzzled into her neck like a giant, overly affectionate puppy.

These were the moments that Camila always hoped for, moments when Dinah needed her or held her or clung to her like this. Letting her eyes fall shut briefly, Camila took it all in, trying to memorize everything, from the way Dinah's big hands held onto her so tightly, to how Dinah's warm breath made goosebumps on her neck.

In moments like this, just for a little while, Dinah was hers, in the way Camila wished she was.

And then Dinah let her go, one hand still resting gently on her hip, and Camila shivered, her stomach twisting as she started to get anxious again.

She was positive that there was nothing to worry about, absolutely positive. And yet...

"Hey, DJ?" Camila asked, deciding to get it over with.

"Yeah?"

"You don't, uh..." she started, then swallowed hard, turning off the eggs and looking down at her feet.

"Spit it out, Mils," Dinah said, her voice affectionate.

"You don't remember anything from last night, do you?" Camila said quickly, the words blurring together. "You don't usually remember when you're that drunk, but I wanted to know, just in case last night was different? There's always flukes, right?"

"Hmm," Dinah hummed. Camila moved the pan off of the still hot burner, and looked over her shoulder at Dinah, more worried now. "Why do you wanna know so badly, boo?"

"Uh, no reason," Camila stuttered, turning around and looking at Dinah nervously.

"No reason?"

"No?" Camila meant to sound firm, but the word came out more like a question. Dinah was half smiling now, running a hand through her messy hair.

"So it's got nothing to do with me kissing you, then?" Dinah asked, her tone teasing, and Camila almost jumped out of her skin. "Nothing to do with what you said to me after?"

"Oh no," Camila murmured. Dinah took a step towards her, forcing Camila to look up at her as the distance between them narrowed to just a few inches. "Y-you remember that?"

"I remember everything," Dinah said quietly, her face serious. "Did you mean it?"

"Yes," Camila whispered almost inaudibly, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Good," Dinah said.

"What?" Camila opened her eyes.

"Because I'm in love with you too, Karla Camila," Dinah said, a warm smile spreading over her face. "And it would really suck if you hadn't meant it, because then I'd have to stay single."

"Oh, my god," Camila breathed.

"I'd kiss you, but my breath is probably horrible."

"I don't care," Camila said, shaking her head. "You tasted like beer when you kissed me last night, and I hate beer, but I'd still literally kill to relive it."

"Just let me brush my teeth first?"

"Okay, fine," Camila sighed. "No, wait - you're in love with me, for real? You mean it?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"Yes."

"Shut up," Dinah laughed. "Yes, I'm in love with you."