Love Like A Drug (Camila/ you)

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Camila POV :
If there is one thing I learned from being in fifth harmony, is that I'm a hopeless romantic. Not the cute, flirtatious romantic, but the romantic that will sit for hours by the phone waiting for the text, or who drools when I see their new Instagram picture. There's not much I can do anymore. I can't forget about y/e/c eyes that sparkle when she's excited, that crinkle when I make a bad pick-up line. And her voice, the sweet, raspy voice, that can go from cute to sexy in seconds.

I'm head over heels for her, but when I try to talk to her or make a move, I'll end up tripping over my heels and falling over my head. I see her all the time, and I go from 1/5 of the biggest girl group in the world, to the little girl in third grade, who jumped off the swing and landing on prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on.
And her name is —

"Chancho?" My favorite Polynesian said confused, waving her hand over my face. "Are you even alive dude? You've been out for thirty minutes! What, or should I ask who are you thinking about?" She asked with a sly smirk.

"China Jane, don't you have anything better to do? Stop patronizing me, I just zoned out. Not thinking about anyone, o-or y/n or anything. I was thinking about bananas. Me and y/n are just friends and nothing else, so stop trying to make y/s/n real, it's not!!" I said. I muttered the last sentence and put my head down, trying not to let a tear slip. How does Dinah even know that I was thinking about her?

"Mmm, right. Oh hey y/n!! How long have you been here?" Dinah asked turning around. I jolted up and looked at the empty doorway. My shoulders slouched and a hint of sadness washed over my face. I turned to Dinah who was laughing and clenching her stomach.

I got up and walked over to my bunk. I plugged my phone into the wall and checked my phone hoping for a text from y/n. Disappointed with the no new message sign on my iPhone. I sighed, and opened Instagram. I scrolled through blankly when a picture caught my eye. My breath caught at the group selfie of y/n and the rest of the band. We took it as a joke, so I kissed her cheek, and the other girls faked a shocked face. I didn't know she was gonna post it. After admiring the picture, I read the caption;

The girls didn't know our little secret😏😉 @camila_cabello

I froze, mouth agape and eyebrows arched. I heard footsteps coming closer to my bunk so I quickly licked the picture and closed off the app. I put my phone down, and then grabbed a book, pretending to read. I heard a knock on the wooden frame of the bed, and smiled, knowing only one person who'd knock to open the curtain.

I laughed at myself, and opened the curtain, only to be faced by the y/e/c eyes and the biggest smile I can't get enough of.

"Can I come in to your lovely bunk?" Y/n asked winking with a giggle. I nodded and moved farther back into the bunk. She hopped in and planted a soft kiss on my burning cheeks. No matter how many times she does that, I'll always give the same response.

"Are you ready for the interview in an hour? Lauren told me to get you." She said facing me, our noses touching. My breath caught when I realized that if I moved in, our lips would connect.

"Yeah I'm good. Are you coming to this one? " I asked. Y/n has been going to our interviews, being the assistant. She nodded and rolled around. I blew out the breath I didn't know I was holding, and sighed slightly. She then pushed her back into my front and I could feel her smirk.

She then rolled back over, and pressed herself so close to me, it seemed like there wasn't any air. I smiled a toothless grin, and looked deep into her eyes. There were so many layers, so many feelings trapped in them. I moved my eyes down to her lips, the soft lips that I've been dreaming of kissing since I was in 6th grade. Her vanilla scent filled the room and I could never get tired of it.