The Other Hansen - 5H/You (DISCONTINUED)

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Four months later

Camila's POV

This year went from bad to worse in my personal life. Y/N is still with me, but Lauren still isn't talking to me, neither is Mani. She'd see me when she's picking the kids up from Y/N's, but wouldn't acknowledge me.

Dinah's still talking to me, but she always looks sad. I guess since I wouldn't be there with them on tours and stuff. She came to one of my concerts, though, and I was so happy.

We literally cried together. I just had so much I wanted to do and the group was holding me back.

Y/N decided to help out with my career. She'd sit in the bathroom with me and play around with beats and stuff. At the moment, we're sitting on the bathroom floor, my mini keyboard on the toilet seat and my guitar in the tub.

"What're you thinkin' about, Princess?" I shake my head slowly then met her eyes. She sighs, "Same ol' song?" I smile sadly with a nod. She closes her song book and grab my hands. "I know, it's hard. It is on both of us. I hate that I have to date y'all separately after these past months. I hate that Normani ignores you, except when telling you to get the twins."

I feel tears well up in my eyes. "Cereal, I gave her everything and she doesn't care. My heart, my blood, tears and sweat. But now? Now, she's gone and-," I choke up. She brings me into her arms and I sobbed into her neck.

"Like, she told me she'd never leave me and I tr-trusted her," I cry. Y/N rubs my back, rocking me slightly. "I know, mama. I don't like this. It went on too damn long," she says.

She releases me and uses the pad of her thumb to wipe the tears off of my cheek. She gives me a small smile and I return. "Cereal?" She hums in response. "Her voice was the sweetest...until she spit on my name. She hates me, I know it-," "Koala, stop it. She doesn't hate you. She's just being stubborn. We're adults and this shit gotta stop."

I whimper, new tears forming. "Why doesn't she understand?" She sighs, pulling me for another embrace. "I have...so many questions for her," I whisper. She kisses the top of my head and squeezes me tightly.

I pull away suddenly, "Cereal, gimme your song book." She passes it to me with her her eyebrows furrowed. I take the pencil from the page she was on and started writing.

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I stood behind the director for my first music video, towel around my neck. We just finished filming the bathtub scenes. "Beautiful, Camila. Really," she smiles. She holds up her hand for a high five and I give her one.

"Thanks, holy hell, I'm excited!"

"Does Y/N know about these tracks?" I shake my head. "No, I don't want her until the video drops." She nods in understanding, "Wait, its not about her, is it?" I shake my head, "Oh, no, its about...shit, we didn't film the raining part. Might as well, hmm?"

Her eyebrows knit together, but she dismisses my subject change. She looks at the screen in front of her. "We'll shoot the rain, then the rest from the club to the warehouse. After, we'll shoot the glass box." She checks her watch, "Should all be done by 7. C'mon, hun."

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I got home around 8:45 that morning, hair damp. Y/N was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She smiles when she sees me. "How was the video shoot, Koala?" I put my bag on the counter and sighed.

"Tiring. Ten hours of shooting and reshooting," I say. She chuckles, putting a plate of waffles and eggs in front of me. "Well, eat up then shower. I'm gonna go see Ma and Pops. When I get back, yo happy ass better be asleep, a'ight, Cabello?" She points in my face playfully.