The art of being a beard (Camila/You)

Chapter 10

Narrator's POV

The sunlight shone through the curtains, illuminating the hotel room. That and the loud knocking on the door brought both Camila and Y/N out of their sleep.

Camila let out a grumble as her headache immediately took over from her drinking the previous night. She carefully opened her eyes and that's when she noticed that the surface beneath her hand is bare skin. 

Wait, what?!

She quickly realized that she was practically lying half on top of this person and jumped away. "Why the fuck are you shirtless?" she scream-yelled in a mild panic. 

Y/N had to cover her ears and tiredly looked over to her. "You're being way too loud this early in the morning," she mumbled out.

The knocking on the door interrupted what Camila was gonna say. The singer peeked under the blankets to check if she still had her clothes on and she did, so she cautiously got out of bed and went to answer the door. 

"What?" the brunette spat out grumpily. She was already confused and annoyed enough with this whole situation, plus her hangover, and this consistent knocking from her manager wasn't helping.

Roger brushed past her and walked into the room. "We have to leave in less than half an hour and--" He cut himself short once he saw Y/N on Camila's bed. His eyes bulged out of his sockets at her appearance. "What the fuck happened?"

The singer let out a groan and just pushed her manager out of her room again. "I'll be ready in a few. Just meet me downstairs." With that, she slammed the door shut on him. She angrily turned to the novelist and stalked her way towards her. "Now talk."

Y/N held up her hands in surrender. "You were bat-shit drunk and puked all over my shirt, and you didn't let me leave."

"So you actually stayed?"

The Y/E/C-eyed girl's jaw dropped at that. "Dude, you were clinging onto me as like your life depended on it. Tell me what I was supposed to do."

Camila walked over to the novelist's side and forcefully dragged her out of the sheets instead. "Just get out of here. I need to get ready."

Y/N rolled her eyes and got up by herself. Just when the brunette thought she was gonna go back to her room easily like that, the younger girl had to turn around and ruined that wish for her. "You told me you like me, by the way. Just thought you might wanna remember that."

The brunette started blushing really hard because of that as the Y/E/C-eyed girl quickly disappeared back to her own room in case the other girl is gonna do something unexpectedly.

-

"Oh my God, Mila!"

It's been a couple of days since that night and... yeah, the two have been avoiding each other ever since. The novelist was just constantly nowhere to be found and Camila was just busy with the interviews and performances and other appearances her manager had scored for her. She finished another set at some festival a second ago and just ran into a familiar face backstage. 

"Mani," the brunette exclaimed in equal enthusiasm as she brought the dark-skinned girl into a tight embrace. "How have you been?"

"Pretty good," Normani said with a warm smile. Her smile then dropped a little as she remembered something. "How are you though? Are you okay?"

Camila gave her a confused look. "Yeah, I'm fine... Why wouldn't I be?"

The dark-skinned girl bit down on her lip as she pulled out her phone to search something up. "Guess you don't know about the video yet." She turned her phone around and showed her the video someone took of Y/N making out with some girl at the club. The faces weren't clear enough for it to create another rounds of headlines with it, but it was certainly clear enough for Camila to recognize that it was the Y/E/C-eyed girl.