A Million Reasons(CAMREN)

Three

Previously

"Can I ask you something? This will be the last question, I promise." Lauren said softly.

"You can ask me anything," I answered.

"Would you do it again?" I nodded instantly.

"Even after all the tears, the pain, leaving your family and friends behind? Even after all the cracks in your heart she caused?" I sat up and looked at the woman I was in love with.

"In a heartbeat," I whispered breathlessly.

"Camila?" Lauren said softly.

"Yeah?"

"Uhm...what are you doing for Christmas?"

-

Lauren's POV

I stared at the woman in front of me, waiting for an answer. During this time, I watched as the final shade of orange disappeared from the sky and a beautiful black abyss replaced it.

"What?" Camila said.

"My mom wants me to go back to Miami for Christmas, and I recall you telling me you telling me that you live alone here. So...I was just wondering what you were doing for Christmas?" Camila looked at me, and it was close to impossible to read her facial expression.

"Oh...well, I'm probably just gonna watch some movies in my apartment." My eyebrows furrowed.

"You...aren't going home?" I asked.

"No." Silence overtook us. I had never heard of anyone staying alone for the holidays. Especially not if that person was related to me. Camila was not any different. I didn't want her to stay alone in New York City.

"You should come with me," I broke the silence.

"Lauren—"

"No, I hate the idea of anyone being alone, even more if it is during the holidays. But I detest the thought of you being alone, Camila." The brunet smiled at me.

"You don't have to do that, you know? I'm perfectly fine with being in my own." Camila said.

"You are not staying alone for Christmas, Camila." She nodded.

"I think it's time for me to go," she said and got on her feet. I got up behind her and rushed to the door.

"No no no, you are not leaving without agreeing to go back home with me." I said.

"Lauren." She said sternly. "As much as I would love to go with you, I don't want to intrude. What if your parents get upset with you for bringing a stranger into their home?" Camila asked.

"That will not happen." I said.

"You can't be sure," Camila responded.

"Hold on then." I reached to my back pocket and removed my cellphone from my back pocket, and dialed my mothers number.

"Oh my god," Camila gasped. "You aren't doing this right now." I smirked, my mother answered the phone. I put it on speaker.

"Hello?" My mother said.

"Hey mom!"

"Lauren, sweetie do you not know what time of night it is?"