Camila Cabello Imagines

Happy

"I just want you to be happy." You sighed as you stood across the kitchen island and your mom stood on the other side, looking just as exasperated as you felt. She was once again trying to set you up with the son of one of her good friends and she just couldn't understand why you were so against it.

"But I am happy! I don't need to date a boy to be happy, mom; why can't you see that?," you snapped, not realizing the weight your words carried until you saw the confused look on your moms face. You immediately began to think of ways to backtrack but it was too late.

Your mom opened and closed her moth several times before she finally found the words she was looking for. "You don't need a boy? What exactly are you trying to imply, Y/N?," she asked, her demanding tone kind of scaring you. You shook your head and started to walk away until you realized that it was about time to tell her the truth because you couldn't stand living in secrecy anymore.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," you snapped, sending a harsh glare her way. "You really need to stop pretending like you don't know the reason I never have a boyfriend or even any kind of desire to date a guy. Do you really want to hear it from me? I'm gay, mom. I like girls. I like dating girls. And guess what? I'm dating a girl too!"

Not letting her respond because you truly didn't think you were emotionally stable enough to hear her judge you you quickly bolted out of the kitchen and to your room. Your heart was beating way too fast to be healthy and if you didn't calm down soon then you were pretty sure there was a good chance you would throw up.

Without even having to give a second thought to it, you pulled out your phone and sent.a quick text to the only person who could calm uh out down in a situation like this.

Me: Camila, I fucked up
Mila: What's wrong? Do I need to kick someone's ass?
Me: The only ass you need to kick is mine for being stupid as hell. My mom knows that I like girls
Mila: Gimme like 30 mins

Satisfied that your girlfriend was coming over, you tossed your phone onto your bed and plopped face down right next to it. This was definitely not the way you had wanted to come out. She was probably on the phone right now with you dad, crying and begging to know where she had gone so wrong.

You spend the next twenty or so minute cursing ourself for being so stupid, the only thing stopping you from your self destructive thoughts was the sound of light taps on your window. You jumped up and ran to it so you were quickly able to open it so Camila could come in.

"Everything okay? Is your mom collapsed on the floor while mourning the future she had planned out for you?" You laughed at her attempt at comforting you, pulling her into a tight hug. "This is cheesy but seeing you made me realize that I'm totally overreacting. It's not like she can do anything to change the way I feel about you." Camila smiled widely at your words as she was glad that you weren't completely freaking out like she had initially thought when you texted her.

"She's just shocked right now but I'm sure she'll be fine by tonight. If you want, I'll even stay and we can talk to her together. Seeing how happy you are will make her feel better about it; promise." What had you done to deserve some as amazing as Camila? For the past 3 months of your life that you had spent dating her, she had made you happier than you ever thought you would be.

"Mila, have I told you lately that you're perfect and I love you?" She chucked while leaning over to place a quick kiss on your lips. "You might've mentioned it once or twice but I can never get tired of hearing it. But don't forget that you're perfect too and I I've you thiiiiissss much," she explained as she stretched her arms out as wide as she could to demonstrate what she meant.

"But seriously, I promise everything will be okay. I mean, I think it means a lot that she didn't come right up here to confront you, so she's obviously giving you and herself time to calm down. I'll be okay Y/N, I promise." Only now did you decide to let your insecurities show.

"What if it's not? I don't want to lose my family over something like this. I've read too much shit online about kids coming out to their parents and getting kicked out. That's not what I want. I want my parents to be happy and supportive because it doesn't matter if I like guys or girls."

Camila chose not to respond to that, instead she simply rubbed your back in a very comforting manner, She knew that she could only say so much before she started getting repetitive, even if she knew for a fact that everything would be okay.

"Hey, why don't we just give you mom some more time to think about this and you can come to my place? My parents didn't feel like cooking so they promised to order pizza," Camila said with much more excitement than probably most 17 year olds. You nodded in response, smiling at her weird but cute obsession with pizza. She stopped you as you made your way over to the window, figuring that you were choosing to avoid the front door in case your mom happened to be near it.

"Y/N, no matter what happens with your parents you know that people still love you and your feelings are valid, right?" You couldn't ever but let out a soft laugh at her attempt at reassuring you, though it was unnecessary. No matter how scared you had been earlier, you knew that deep down, your happiness was the one thing that really mattered, but you just hoped your mom would see it that way too.