after all this time?

I'll come back to you, I always do

Camila's POV

When you think things can't get worse, the universe shows you otherwise.

After Lauren took me to the hotel I went to my room, had a shower and went to bed. When it was around 4 am I woke up with my phone ringing, it was my manager Chris. He told me about the pics. He also told me some paparazzis were coming to my hotel and that the whole media was talking about how I cheated on Shawn with Lauren, now with what they think is a proof - a passionate kiss on her car.

With that said, he concluded the best thing to do now is to get back to my parents house on Miami before everybody wakes up here in LA and things get bigger.

That's not what I want, obviously, but I think I got Lauren too much on this mess and now I have to protect her. She has nothing to do with my life's drama.

So let's go back to our phone call, when I told her not to come:

- Don't. I'm going back to Miami.

It took her a few seconds to answer.

- Camila, don't do that, we can deal with this - her sad voice was killing me.

- Lo, I'm sorry... I don't want that too but it's the right thing to do. You know how they are, we won't have peace. I'll stay there only until things calm down

- But that can take months!

She's right. The media loves this kind of story.

- We'll figure it out...

- Let me see you, babe, please... you told me I would see you again

I was holding myself, trying not to cry so she wouldn't be more upset.

- Okay, but you can't come here, paparazzis are waiting. A car is coming to take me to the airport, I'll ask the driver to go to your place

- The fire exit - she said - on the back

- Right, meet me there

I know it seems like we are overreacting, but I swear we're not. The midia can turn your life into a hell if they want to.

I put a black sweatshirt, got my baggage and left, meeting my driver with the help of the hotel's manager, on the back of the building.

- Hi, good morning - I said - before we go to the airport, can you take me somewhere else?

- Mr. Christopher told me to go right to the airport - he answered.

- I know but it will only take a second. Please?

- Okay. But only for five minutes.

We left and I saw some flashes, but that's it. Chris called me.

- Hey, are you on the car?

- Yes, we are leaving

- Is anybody following you?

I looked back to be sure.

- No, anyone.

- Well, at this point they probably know you're going to the airport, so be careful. They'll wait for you there. Bye

He turned down the call and I texted Lauren to tell her I'm coming.

After a few minutes we stopped on the back of Lauren's apartment. To make everything worst, it was raining. I put my hood on and left the car, going to the back door. She was waiting me there. When I saw her I ran to her arms, giving her a hug full of meanings...

- Camz I'm coming with you - she said with her hands on my face.

- No, Lauren. You must stay here, okay?