Y/n POV
I was sitting in a chair as I watched Camila sleep. Ever since she broke down which was about 3 hours ago, she has been sleep. I couldn't hold her forever on the floor, so I laid her on the bed. She looked so peaceful, sleeping. I think that's why I like sleeping because you forget all your worries and can dream of whatever you want, but as soon as you wake up reality hits, and that's the worst part.
A few minutes later I saw her moving on the bed. I mentally prepared myself for the talk we were going to have. I saw as she fluttered her eyes and looked at me. She fully sat up and leaned up against the headboard and we locked eyes without saying anything.
"You're not going to say anything" she asked me.
"I want to, but I don't know if you'll want to listen" I told her.
"Well I don't" she said removing the cover off her body and looking for her shoes.
"Please. Can we please talk this stuff out" I asked her. "I'm really tired of breaking up and I'm pretty sure you are too"
Camila looked at me, she walked over by me and sat down on the bed.
"Ok, I think we both need to get some stuff off our chest" she implied and I nodded.
"Ok you first, what was it about you and Michael" I asked as I saw her sigh.
"What do you wanna know" she asked and I shrugged.
"You can start by when he broke up with you" I told her giving her a shrug.
"I was with Mani at the time and we was watching this movie, he called me and so I left from the back room to my bunk. He started apologizing because he was already caught in the tabloids with a red head, and I forgave him because at this point it didn't matter to me anymore. I then bring up how are relationship has changed over the months and he agreed, out of nowhere he started bringing you up stating you had something to do with it but I kept denying it, so he gave up on that topic." I listened as Camila was talking and looked as if she was finna cry. "He started saying how I was this sweet girl he met and at first he didn't think we would get serious and told how he knew everyone wanted me so he had to hurry up and make it official with me. After just telling me that he wanted this to work bad but he flat out told me that we needed to break up"
I watched as she wiped a tear off her cheek.
"When I saw him at the event, inside I felt so embarrassed to be in the same room with him, he even had a date with him, and it just made me feel bad. We would make friendly conversation and I was fine with that until he started grabbing my hands and hugging me, it all felt so weird and for him to be doing it in front of his date; I felt bad for her. After you left I tried to catch up with you but bout time I got out there you was already gone and Michael followed me, then I don't know he kissed me and I kissed back. But I pushed him back once my mind came to the realization that what I was doing was wrong, then I went back in to go be with the girls."
Just hearing her talk lets me know she feels awful about the events that took place.
"So when we got to England I met up with him, he just kept begging and begging and I caved in. I mean I do have a right to know why is that he broke up with me for" she asked and I nodded. "I was a good girlfriend I always called, texted, and even when he couldn't call back or even contact me, I was faithful, til I met you of course"
"Sorry" I told her.
"It's not your fault. We was on our break and you were still hanging with Dua and seeing you two it pushed me back with Michael. I never wanted to get back with him at all, he was just a distraction until we fixed our situation. I just really wanted to know is why would he break up with me. As far as I knew, even before we started happening I was still a great girlfriend to him, but I came to the conclusion that I wasn't enough for him. Michael would just always want something else. He always made me feel small and unworthy."

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Camila/You Bad Romance
Fanfiction"I'm Done. We're done," Camila said as she moved my hand from above her shoulder, grabbed her purse, and phone. She then opened the door and stopped to look at me, I confusely looked at the wall trying to take in what I just done "y/n you promised...