Story Of Our Lives // Camarry FanFic

Chapter 55

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Updated On: Friday, November 14

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Camila's Pov:

15 days later...

Today is the day. The day that I finally get to see Harry.

His tour is almost finished, with Miami being their last show-stop. Normani, Dinah and I have been at their venue for the past few hours. We've been told that they had a bus delay, and they should've been here the day before.

"They're gonna be here in less than two hours, so what'll we do in the meantime?" Normani asked, chipping at her nails.

I shrugged.

"I don't know, but we should probably wait for Lauren and Ally before we go anywhere." Dinah said, and then turned her attention towards her phone.

I nodded.

Lauren and Ally decided to head over to a gelato shop near where my family lives, and they should be back in 10.

"Do you think that Lauren's gonna be fine?" Normani asked me. "With Liam and everything."

I shrugged.

"Lauren's mature, and she'll handle it in a mature way." I replied, not quite answering her question.

Normani nodded, and stood up.

"I'm heading to the bathroom." She said, and exited the door.

I looked at the door that was open, ajar.

I looked away, and found myself in deep thought.

I don't know if I'm ready to see Harry again. After a full year, we've both changed and what happens if we've lost interest in each other?

"Mila, Don't worry about all that." Dinah said.

I stared at her, confused.

"Honey, you've just said all that aloud."

I chuckled, and buried my face into my hands.

"If you've lost interest in each other, would you have kept contact throughout his tour?" She asked.

I lifted my head out of my hands.

She does have a point.

I sighed.

"You're right."

Dinah grinned.

"Aren't I always?"

I nodded my head, and giggled.

She smiled at me, and then turned her attention back to her phone.

I rolled my eyes, and plugged my headphones in my phone.

I was scared of dentists and the dark
I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
Oh, all my friends are turning green
You're the magician's assistant in their dream

I hummed the tune, and drowned out everything around me.

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat
'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong

I bobbed my head, slightly to the beat.

There's this movie that I think you'll like
This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City
This cowboy's running from himself
And she's been living on the highest shelf

I sighed, and shuffled my playlist.

People say we shouldn't be together
We're too young to know about forever
But I say they don't know what they're talk-talk-talkin' about (talk-talk-talkin' about)

The familiar song ruffled through my head.

I quickly snatched my headphones off, and shed a tear.

"Mila, why are you crying?" Dinah asked, making her way towards me.

"Honestly, I have no idea." I said, and sighed. "Harry's coming back, and I guess I'm in nostalgia."

Dinah nodded.

"Lauren and Ally texted me." She said, taking a seat next to me. "They're gonna be here in five minutes."

I nodded, and stood up.

"Can we go somewhere before the boys get here?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"I'll get Normani." She said, and headed out the door to find our wandered friend.

I gathered my stuff and slipped on my flannel.

I found a pen and a piece of paper:

Dear Mr.Styles,

It's gonna be the first time that we see each other in a year. I missed you and the boys so much. I'm just out with the girls, but we'll be back before your show starts. I love you and I can't wait to see you.

With love,
Camila Cabello

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After I wrote the letter, I placed it in the boys' dressing room and headed out to the venue's main stage where the girls were waiting for me.

"You ready?" Lauren asked me, as I approached them.

I nodded.

"Where are we going, anyway?" Ally asked us.

I shrugged.

"Anywhere I guess." I answered. "I just can't wait here any longer."

She nodded, and we headed out to her car.

Some fans were already in front of the venue and spotted us, so we had to quickly run to Ally's car.

"How about we just take a joyride?" Ally suggested.

I nodded, in agreement and saw that everyone was fine with this suggestion.

"Great." Ally replied, and drove out of the queue.

She drove off and we passed through multiple palm trees, exploring the beautiful city that I could never get enough of.

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Harry's Pov:

I paced around the moving vehicle.

My nerves were getting the best of me, and my palms were sweaty.

I'm finally seeing Camila for the first time in a year, and I don't know why I'm nervous. If anything, I should be jumping in excitement but that's not the case.

I pushed my hand inside my pocket and felt the small leather box in my pocket...

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