Bad Idea (Camila/you)

Chapter 7

Y/Ns point of view

I was sitting in the studio recording one of my new song to see how I like it when Camila came barging in. I walked out and she hid behind me.

"Hey hey what's wrong?" I pulled her to my chest. I felt how heavy she was breathing. This wasn't good.

"My D-dad. He found me!" She cried hard in my chest while I just held her.

"What happened between you and your dad and where is he exactly?"

"H-he used to do bad things to me"

"What type of bad things?"

"He made....me do things I didn't want to do, like sexual things" her grip got tighter on my waist. I felt my shirt wet with her tears. "He's here in L.A. looking for me!"

"Mm well I don't like the sound of that" I lifted my head and stared at the door for a couple of seconds.

"Promise me one thing Y/N?" She asked and I tilted my head to the side. "Promise you'll protect me?"

"Yes. Of course. I promise" I kissed her head before looking back at the door. This wasn't a studio in my house. It was a studio inside a big building In The middle of L.A., that's why I kept looking at the door. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

She looked really paranoid and nervous, so now I would try my everything to distract her and keep her mind off of things.

"Hey can you sing me that song you wrote for me?" She looked from the door to me and smiled.

"Nope" She said whole popping the 'P'. "You have to wait until the whole song it finished"

"That will me a while" I looked down and she laughed at me. Next thing I knew her lips were on mine. She pushed me into the sofa and straddled my lap.

I placed my hands on her hip and she started swiveling them. Damn that was bad. I tried to keep her still with my hands but she wasn't having it. "Your so damn sexy!"

"I" I started but stopped because she she claimed my lips again. "Didn't do anything"

"You don't have to do anything to be sexy" she whispered in my ear before getting up and walking to the bathroom. Damn.

"I'm hungry"I said while I tried to calm my breathing. "Can we go eat"

"You can eat me" she laughed from the bathroom and I felt my cheeks get hot. "I'm just kidding....not. But what do you want to eat?"

"I don't know. Something good?" I watched her come out the bathroom and stare at me as she rubbed her lips together. "What were you doing?"

"Putting on lip gloss. Let's go" she grabbed my hand and dragged my out if the studio and to my car. Once we got in I turned it on and sat there.

-Camila's point of view-

Once we got in the car Y/N started the engine and sat there. I watched as she scanned the floor looking really confusing and making me giggle. "Where are we going? I thought you didn't want to be out?"

"Oh shit" I looked at the ground and fiddled with my fingers. She was right, I didn't want to be out. Knowing that my dad was looking for me was killing me. "Do you want to just order something to eat?"

"No we can go out to eat. I promised that nothing would happen to you. What do you want?" She asked and I leaned my head on her shoulder.

A man with a camera stepped in front of her car and got pictures of us. I really didn't care but I knew I was gonna have to explain at my interview later on. "Chipotle. Oh yeah I have an interview later on, I'm doing a Q&A with BBC Radio. Are you coming?"