Camila Cabello Imagines

Consequences

"Hey y/n—i know we haven't talked in awhile but I've been working on my first album and i—just wanted you to be the first person to the hear the album fully, please call me back on this number" Call ended after hanging up camila sat on the couch just staring at her phone waiting—waiting for the phone to ring.

It was nearing one in the morning when her iPhone rang jumped up from the couch wiping away her drool from sleep and answered

"uh—hey camila i just heard your voice mail i would love to hear the album do you live at the same house or..." she couldn't believe y/n actually picked up her phone call its been—

"N-no we actually moved to a different place, ill text you the address"she dreaded saying the next line it was quiet the only sound that can be heard was the nervous breathing of each girl

"How have you been?" y/n sighed hearing the hesitation in her voice

"Ive seen better days, how are you with uh everything thats going on" Camila bit her nails a nervous habit of hers she tried to keep under control. No matter how many things she's done she always felt nervous around the (Your nationality)

"well—i'm starting to feel myself again" the line went quiet again she hated this they were so close but then one day turned to the other and something just broke between the two its camila a while to figure it out but she did...

"i'm sorry you had to go through whatever made you question your worth—i should've been there for you pushed those stupid feelings aside" You could hear the strain  in the girls voice it sanded Camila she didn't want her to think that what she felt was stupid because it isn't she understood that now.

"No—you're feelings they weren't stupid—its just we were both so young—" she didn't let the cuban finish when she spoke up again

"I have to go—just text me the address ill  be there bye Camila" the line ende picking up where she left off

"but i think I'm ready..."

The next day came camila woke up earlier then she should have her nerves had risen since the late night call with her friend the last time they saw each other...was the day y/n confessed her feelings.

One o'clock came and went, two o'clock came and sadly went what did she expect for y/n to come smiling through the door and everything would go back to normal, at five o'clock her door bell rang her heart had leaped into her stomach but she got up and opened the door there she was the same y/n she left crying in the hotel floor two years back. she had bags under her eyes sort of like me it looked like both needed a nap she smiled thou

"Oh my god its Camila Cabello" she said making me laugh in the process

"Still the same dork huh come here" I leaned up wrapping my arms around her shoulders pulling her in everything coming back to me her scent, the way she wore her hair she was the same but so different i didn't want to cry but i did and i didn't know how to stop them from falling

"C-camila don't cry, your going to make me cry then well both be a big mess" she sniffed a fear tears escaping as well,  her arms wrapped securely around me and it felt like nothing else mattered, eventually we separated and i led her into the house i watched as she looked around the various walls of pictures of my family her eyes landing on a specific one

"you still have this picture this was back in-"

"high during picture day" she sighed sadly

"Also the last year before i lost you—uh i mean before you uh left" she stuttered over her words,

"uh yeah before everything, come let me show you the home studio downstairs"

"like uncle jessie huh living out your dream" y/n smiled as the two descend down the stairs camila had forgotten how much they used to obsess over his cuteness and hair