the encounter

Chapter 7

Lauren's POV

It must be midnight, I think. Im not really sure. I just know that the sun isn't out and it's dark as fuck. Camila is probably asleep, like the rest of the country, because that's one of the most common things for people to do when it's night, but apparently that doesn't seem to stop me as I am currently knocking her front door. And since i'm no common bitch, i'm currently not sleeping. The streets where so silent you could hear the beat of my heart from miles away, given the fact that it was pumping blood to my body as fast as humanly possible. When I finally arrived at her doorstep, I ask myself what the actual fuck am I doing here. I don't seem to find a logical explanation to what I was doing, so I just knocked the door like 5 times until I remembered that the Cabellos have a hiding spot for their spare key.

But I don't know where exactly the spare key is kept. That is a problem. A big one.

So I did the most logical thing, I searched for the key. Under the rug, under some plants, inside those same plants, but nothing. No key. Just when I was gonna give up and I don't know, break a window or something, I saw it. The fucking painting. The keep the key at the back of the border of the painting. So I take the key and open the door.

After I close the door silently, since, you know, I am technically trespassing but it's no big deal, i'm like a friend right? Whatever. It'll be worth it. Camila's house is big, and it has been a while since i've been inside, there was like a massive redecoration, but it still looked the same? Just as I am about to go up the stairs, I hear footsteps, but not like a normal one, and then it hit me. The fucking dogs. If the dogs founded me i'd be dead. They'd start barking and in less than a minute the entire Cabello family would be awake because their dogs are barking at a random person that just trespassed their house. Now that i'm thinking about it, Camila should have some kind of security or something, since it was extremely easy for me to sneak in her house, and given the fact that she is a international pop star she needs someone to protect her from stalkers and all that.

I've heard some crazy stories about Taylor Swift's stalkers. Something about a man taking a shower and sleeping in her bed, or showing up at her house with a baseball bat. I couldn't bear the thought of something like that happening to the Cabello's while they were home.

Surprisingly, the dogs are either sleeping or really bad guardians cause they don't make a sound and are nowhere in sight. I realize I have a huge problem, cause I didn't think I was gonna be able to get this far so I don't really know what I am gonna do here. I guess i'll jus... go to Camila's room?

If my memory doesn't fail me, her room is upstairs, the first door at the left. So I trust my brain, since i've got no other choice, and go to what I hope is Camila's room. As I am turning the doorknob, I kinda just thought. What the hell am I doing here? Was there a reason or was this like a spurge of the moment idea? What am I even gonna say-

"Lauren? What the hell are you doing here you fucking scared me!" Camila says, with a guitar on her hand.

"Camila i'm so sor- Is that a guitar? Was your guitar the best weapon you could think of?" I say, trying to sound serious, which is an impossible thing to do, given the situation.

"Yes. But that's besides the point. What are you doing here? It's like 3 am" She says, as she opens her bedroom door, making way for me to come inside.

"I... um... I don't really know what i'm doing, to be honest" I say as I watch Camila put her guitar next to her bed. Camila is wearing a really big over-sized black hoodie, and if it wasn't for her wanting to make a hairbun, I wouldn't have seen the also black short shorts that she has underneath.

"Sooo... Let me get this straight. You broke in to my house to just... be here?"

"Yeah. I guess. It sounds really weird when you put it like that"

"Like what? Lauren that's literally what you did. And how... how did you even get here? Like inside of my house? Did you break something? I swear to jesus fucking christ if you broke something and my dogs get hurt because they stepped on whatever you bro-"

"Camila are you crazy? I didn't brake shit, I got the spare key from the rose painting"

"Well sorry for being so direct but maybe you're the crazy one... breaking into my house at the middle of the night... ma'am that's in no way a normal person activity... wait, don't tell me you go doing this every night? Oh my god Lauren I swear to god if this is some kind of hobby I maybe am gonna have to have a little chat with your mom or... or your manager or, I don't know, your-"

"Actually, " I say, as I interrupt and start walking closer to Camila, "I do know what I came to do here. I intended to do this earlier but im kind of a lil bitch" I know face to face with Camila.

"Mhm yeah... And what would that be?" Camila asks, as I feel her breathing on my neck.

I stay silent. I just stare at Camila and she stares back.

"Tell me about it. Really. What is it that you had to do right now that couldn't wait for the sun to come up"

"This" I mumble as use my hand to gently grab her face and close the gap between our mouths.

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a/n: omg hi it's been a while but here i am with another update. so i figured that when this chapter gets 200 views im gonna post the other chapter. also! if you want anything to happen or a plot idea feel free to tell me!!