Please don't fall (Shawmila)

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Camila's POV

Opening my eyes was very hard. I tried so many times but just couldn't. So I just laid in bed. Thats until I heard the door open and steps coming closer. Not just one person.

"Oh god. Kaki." I heard a sweet voice and I immediately knew who it was. Sofi. My sweet little sister. I then felt a hand grab onto mine and another voice. My dad. "Camila. What are you doing?" His voice sounded in pain. Another hand grabbed mine. I tried to open my eyes once more and even though it was hard, I did it. The first thing I felt was a headache, like every time I open my eyes and the bright light shines into my eyes. "Camila! I'm so glad you are ok. Oh god.O dios." My mom the embraced me. I sat up and again... a nauseous feeling overcame me and I had the urge to throw up. Probably because of the medication. So I threw the blanket away and hurried to the trashcan, which I reached in time. My Family just stands there confused and worried. I just washed my mouth in the small bathroom I had and laid back down, looking at them.

A few hours later the nurse had talked to my parents about my situation.... even about my cuts.... which I wasn't really pleased with. They decided to put the tour on hold and sending me home for a bit, since I was very exhausted, tired and just needed to recover. The girls had agreed to the plan and we were going to give one last show in three days and the flying back home for a few months. The fans were of course getting their money back or a new ticket for the show in a few weeks. I was actually really worried about the reactions but well.

My mom had decided to call my best friend Shawn and letting him know what going on since she only told him that she needed to see me urgently. I'm pretty sure he had spammed me with messages but I just didn't had the courage to go through my phone. So my mom called him. To say he was worried was an understatement. He wanted to come here immediately but my mom explained everything with the show and me coming home with them in four days. He calmed down a little but wanted me to call or at least text him every day. He has always been a very good friend but since he was also on tour and his just ended a week ago, we didn't really had time to text each other. He kind of knows how I feel but not everything. I used to tell him a lot but we just drifted apart. He once told me he had a crush on me but I didn't feel the same way then... we stopped talking for a few days but immediately talked again after seeing each other. He then had a girlfriend, Alessia Cara, the singer. They were one tour together and decided staring a relationship. I honestly don't know if its still going because we hadn't talked in so long but I have to admit that I'm definitely jealous. I really like him.

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It was now time for me to fly back home with my parents. The girls had the show and most of the fans were very supportive, which I'm glad about. But unfortunately I also received tons of hate comments. My mom somehow found out about me always reading the comments and deleted all social media apps . So if I ever need something from instagram I have to log onto my moms phone. I know its kind of stupid but its for my own safety.

The airport was very busy, which I didn't find comfortable at all. I still wasn't 100% better but when was I ever. We had a lot of security who guided us to our gate and got us into the first class of the plane, so that I could rest and wouldn't have to deal with tons of people recognizing me.

When we finally arrived at the house I was planning on immediately going up to my room and sleep, since I was very exhausted because of the loss of blood and the unconsciousness. But when I entered the living room to my parents house, Shawn stood there. My eyes widened and he walked towards me and hold me tight. I was glad to see him but something was different.

"Omg, what are you doing here. I missed you so much!" I said into his neck. He always was such a supportive friend and I'm so glad I got to know him back on tour. I kind of regret not having feelings for him back then but what would I be compared to any other girl anyways? Nothing.

"I came to see you, I missed you too, I'm so glad to see you." he said, still embracing me.

"Mom? Can we go up to my room?" She nodded. Shawn took my suitcase and carried it up to my room. I had to grab the railing while walking up so I wouldn't fall down the stairs. Luckily, ever since I moved out to my own flat in New York, my mom kept my room, for whenever I came to visit. I always saw it as unnecessary but now I'm pretty glad it's still here. Of course we changed a few things. I had a big bed, which could easily fit 3 people and clean walls. Of course there was also a closet, which had barely any clothes since I had almost everything in New York, a few shelves and a small table next to my bed.

I entered my room with Shawn next to me and sat down on my bed. he sat down next to me. No one said anything. This was very unusual for him. He usually started talking right away. Something is up. " Are you ok?" I asked carefully. He looked at me weird. "You're asking me if I'm ok when you just got out of hospital and I don't even know why? Are you ok? How are you feeling?" He answered. "It's just.... you are awfully quiet." "It's because I'm worried Mila." "Then lets talk. Talk about how tour was and I eventually will tell you some things that happened. " He nodded. "But first let me get some comfortable clothes." I said and got into my bathroom to change into some better sweatpants, a shirt and a jacket. Shawn didn't know about my cuts. And I'm not going to tell him... not now anyways.