Meant to be (ON HOLD)

Bad Idea?

Camila

Somethings are never meant to be, this however was very different. Whenever I'm around him I can't help but fall in love more and more. This was something I never saw coming. He was always himself around me, I could sense it, or was it just me trying to convince myself?

I was crushed. 3 days of nothing and a sudden appearance from out of the blue? I should've known better

I stormed out of the the room

"I don't care about you camila" these words rang over and over in my head, tears flowing endlessly

"Oh fuck these heals", I quickly took off my shoes and started to walk

walking down the extravagant stairs watching smiling faces and everyone being so happy contrasting to me. A sad broken brunette.

My eyes landing on my mother with... another man? causing my sadness and anger to increase to another level, but those were the least of my worries.

I made my way out of the restaurant to see Nick.

"Camila", he smiled

"Hey", I quickly brushed off the tears

"You okay?", he asks

"Will be... eventually", I try to force a smile

"I'm going home right now, you want to come over for a few drinks?", he asks

A couple drinks wouldn't hurt so much would they? in fact it would numb my aching heart even if it was temporarily. Worth the chance. I don't have anything to lose anyway.

"Then what are we waiting for?", I grab his hand and start walking

"You're shoeless", he laughs

"I know, but my feet hurt", I respond

A few seconds later my feet were off the ground and I was in the air being held by Nick

"What the hell", I laughed. A genuine laugh

"We're almost there", nick says

We get into the elevator me leaning against one side of the elevator while he leans against the other

"You look hot", nick smirks

"Not too bad yourself", I fake smile

I couldn't help but miss Shawn, remembering the chills that ran down my spine as he touched me and looked at me

"Let's go", we get into his apartment

I place my shoes and target the couch that was calling my name

"Make yourself comfortable", he smiles heading to his cabinet filled with liquor

"Already at it", I threw my head back leaning against the couch

"Let's make this interesting and play a game", he suggests

"Okay, I'm down", I grow curious

"We haven't spoken in a while, so we should ask each other questions and take a shot after"

"Cool", I respond

"Been in love?", he asks

"Going all out at the very beginning, huh?", I arch an eyebrow

"Mhmm", he winks

"Yes", I respond taking another shot knowing that the love was always one sided

"Me too. With the girl infront of me", I was taken by surprise but quickly recovered

"Ever had a one night stand?", I asked

"Twice", he takes a shot

The questions keep being asked back and forth as we grow drunker and drunker

"Do you like being called 'daddy'?", I asked, knowing very well that I was drunk out of my mind.

"Like,  but would LOVE if you called me that", he smirks taking a sip

"Daddy", I mouth the words internally cringing but the alcohol kicked in and I couldn't help what I was saying or doing.

"My turn", he said followed by

"Would you stop me if I kissed you?", he questioned. Hope gleaming in his eyes

"Why don't you try yourself?", I tempt

We take a shot and he comes towards me grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. But there were no fireworks this time, no churning in my stomach.

He pulled me on him never breaking the kiss just further deepening it as I was on top of him

He made his way to the back of my zip unzipping my dress

The night just went on from there

Sunday morning, I was in Nick's bed naked under the sheets. Who would've thought? He was sound asleep. I grabbed onto my phone beside me to see 14 missed calls from Dinah but none from Shawn. Sigh. I texted her back saying I'm fine.

Maybe this wasn't a really bad idea. Here's to trying to move on. Keyword being 'trying'.