Summary- Camila shows up to her girlfriends house after a long night of partying, nothing but the want to sing to y/n dwindling in her intoxicated mind.
Warnings- this is just some short smut, with little to no plot. srry.
Based on the song Greedy by Ariana Grande
"Camila?" y/n's sleepy voice asked once she swung open the door that had been seemingly abused by a series of aggressive and persistent knocks; at first y/n just decided to ignore the loud pounding coming from her front door, I mean for fucks sake it was three in the goddamn morning and y/n had work in a few hours- but they continued relentlessly, the person behind the rude awakening seemingly getting more impatient and unruly the longer y/n didn't answer. So she had hoisted herself out of her oh-so-cozy bed and silently skimpered across the cool wood floors, flinging the door open to reveal a surprised looking Camila Cabello.
"y/n?" Camila gasped like she was surprised to see her, like she hadn't been banging on the younger girls door for a near six minutes at three in the fucking morning.
y/n internally groaned.
"What are you doing here?" Camila asked with a puzzled look, her big brown eyes shifting around to try and peak into the apartment behind the short girl who was holding an unimpressed scowl on her face.
"This is my apartment, Camila. You're the one knocking on my door, what are you doing here?" y/n asked with raised eyebrows, crossing her arms under her chest with a small shiver caused by the cooling air that radiated from the chilling hallway.
Camila seemed to contemplate the question with furrowed eyebrows and an upset pout on her plump lips, only lasting a few seconds before her eyes widened to the size of saucers and her mouth fell agape with an exaggerated gasp, her fingers snapping together before she took a quick step forward, "I know what I'm doing here!" Camila said excitedly.
y/n looked at her with a raised eyebrow, gesturing with a silent hand for her to further her explanation, but Camila didn't seem to catch on, instead kept staring at her with wide brown eyes swirled with excitement. Y/n sighed in defeat, slumping against the doorframe, "What are you doing her, Mila?" She asked, making the older girl even more estatic.
"I came to see you!" Camila shared with excited hands, grinning ear-to-ear why looking like a proud puppy. y/n just rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh, shaking her head and muttering under her breath before looking back up at the woman, "Yes, I know, Camila. But why?" Y/n asked once again.
Camila gasped again, clapping her hands like an excited child as she jumped up and down slightly in her tall black heels, wobbiling with a giggle when she almost fell backwards.
Jesus, this woman is drunk.
Y/n thought as Camila braced her hand on the doorway for supporrt before leaning forward towards y/n, so much so that the shorter girl gasped as Camila's lips nearly grazed over her own, their noses touching and their eyes boring into one another's, "I wanted to sing to you" Camila revealed with a dopey grin on her lips.
"What?" Y/n asked with furrowed eyebrows, her head tilting back so she could properly look at the taller girls face with a puzzled look dawning on her own.
Did she really come all the way over here, drunk off her living ass, to sing to y/n? Really?
Camila dismissed her confusion, and instead, with a huge smile on her lips and a grin in her doe brown eyes- she started to sing to the younger girl, her tone heavy with rasp and beauty as she rested her forearm on the doorframe before leaning in slightly, "Girl you give me feelings, never felt before-" Camila started off.
