Sorry (Normila)

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NORMANI TOPS!

"You and Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao are getting back together."

"Who said?"

"Both of your managers." Naomi said.

"Fuck that. I'm not–"

"You are."

Normani crossed her arms over her chest. "Why?" She asked.

"Publicity." Her manager shrugged.

"Publicity for who? Her? I'm the bigger artist here."

"Conceited." Dinah voiced.

The older girl gave her the finger.

"Publicity for you both, and Dinah's not wrong. You're conceited as hell," Naomi said. "I guess that's what happens when the fame gets to your head."

"Nothing has gotten to my head," Normani rolled her eyes. "What if I don't want to do it?"

"Too bad, and everything has gotten to your head."

The singer just rolled her eyes. "Does Karla know?"

Normani's phone began going off.

"I think she does now." Dinah said, nodding towards her friend's phone.

The brunette rolled her eyes and picked up her phone. She unlocked it and looked at the multiple texts her ex-girlfriend had sent her.

Camila💕: normani

Camila💕: kordei

Camila💕: hamilton

Camila💕: did you hear the news?

Camila💕: the great/horrible news??

Normani💞: us getting back together is great news?

Camila💕: no, that's horrible news. the great news is, it's for publicity.

Normani💞: eh. i'm still not too pumped about it.

"Normani." Naomi said.

The younger girl looked at her manager. "What?"

"Try again." Naomi smiled.

"Yes?" Normani gave her her best fake smile.

"You and Camila are to announce that you're dating tomorrow. People should believe it, considering how much time you two have been spending together lately."

Normani put on her vans and grabbed her phone. "I'm going to my hotel." She said.

Her manager nodded. "Alright, security should be–"

The door closed before she could finish her sentence.

"Is she okay?" Naomi asked Dinah.

The blonde sighed and stood. "Probably not."

-

Normani has been in bed for about two hours. She was tired, she didn't want to do anything, she didn't want to go out anywhere, and she didn't want to move out of this bed. She had to, though. Why? Because somebody knocked on her door.

She got out of bed and answered the door.

"Yes, Camila?" She asked.

"I was told we have to post pictures of us together," Camila said, walking inside. "Now I'm here."

"I was told tomorrow." Normani said.

The Cuban smiled. "One second." She got out her phone and turned it around, showing it to her ex.

00:00

"Whatever," the brunette rolled her eyes. "I'll be back."

"What are you gonna do?" Camila asked.

"Change. Put on makeup. I look ugly."

"I don't think ugly should be in your vocabulary, considering how far you are from it." The younger girl said as she scrolled through Twitter.

Normani tilted her head to the side. "What?"

Camila looked at her. "Hm?"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." The shorter girl shook her head.

The older girl lifted an eyebrow. "Okay." She walked into the bathroom, only to come out five minutes later with light makeup on.

The two girls took the pictures of them being together, not caring to add a clever caption, and posted them on Instagram and Twitter.

"Okay, bye." Normani waved at Camila.

"Not leaving." The younger girl smiled.

"Why?" The taller girl groaned.

"Because," Camila walked over to her bag. "I brought candy and cookies."

"You can't eat it yourself?" Normani leaned against the wall.

"I mean, I could...but I don't have time to be on a sugar rush. So, I'm gonna be nice and share it with you," Camila paused as she took out a pack of Chips Ahoy cookies, "even though you're a bitch."

"Fuck you." Normani rolled her eyes.

The Cuban smiled and turned around, throwing a cookie at the singer's face. "You already have."

-

a/n: hmmm👀🤔