Cameron Dallas Imagines

Photo Album Memories

You were looking through old photo albums of you and Cameron. You were curled up on the couch with a blanket, the boxes of photo albums spread out around you.

This was when you both were little and best friends, up until four years ago. But all good things must come to an end, right? And this was before he became famous.

You still missed him like crazy. Not because you thought he was cute, but because you missed his jokes, his crazy side, and just his presence in general.

He made you feel safe.

Before he knew he was leaving, he said he had to ask you something, but never got the chance to.

You still wondered what it was that he wanted to ask you. But that was four years ago. He wouldn't have remembered.

That was before he became famous. And left.

Left you here.

All alone.

Your eyes fell on the picture of you and him in the treehouse. That treehouse meant a lot to you. Your dad built it before he... before he left.

Your eyes started to water.

You saw the ones of you and Cameron playing school and what looked like you were scolding him.

Two tears escaped your eyes and splashed onto the pictures. You wiped your cheeks.

You still wanted to know what he wanted to ask you.

Then you came across the one where you both went swimming.

You flipped past pictures of you and him taking baths together when you were younger, you both watching Finding Nemo on the couch with his arm around you, then your favorite picture, the one where he kissed your cheek.

You smiled through the tears.

You remember that one. It was your favorite picture. Not because of what he did, but because it was exactly one week before he left, but he didn't know that.

You ran your fingers over his face on the picture.

Still alive but I'm barely breathing

Just praying to a God that I don't believe in

Cuz I got time while he got freedom

when a heart breaks no it don't break even.

You wanted to be able to say you were okay. But you weren't. His claws were in too deep, and you only realized that when he left you at that airport.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,

and what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay,

I'm falling to pieces, yeah,

I'm falling to pieces.

Those lyrics rang through your head. He's gone. He's never coming back.

You couldn't help it. You started to cry harder and more and more tears fell until you couldn't see. You couldn't stop. You were just so tired of keeping it in all these years, so you let it out.

No one was home anyway. No one could bother you.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He's here.