Too much to ask - Niall Horan
Camila's POV
November 2017
I hadn't heard from Shawn in days, all I knew was that he had left the city a day before he had originally told me. I saw pictures of him at the airport and my heart squeezed. As time went by I realized how out of proportion I had acted, I completely overreacted and didn't explain myself to him. I felt dumb and stupid, but my pride was bigger and I never reached to him to say sorry.
In the days to come I got myself busier with studio time, interviews and a special performance on the Today Show. I had big expectations for that one performance, my team and I had planned big things for it and I put all my energy and attention on getting that done right. It was more than showing the people my music, but making a statement and using their platform to spread it.
The moment I got in position with my dancer and walked to the main stage waving flags and messages about the Dreamers, I felt empowered. This is what I loved to do and if I could use it to spread awarness for something much bigger and important, then I was more than happy.
I almost cry happy tears when I was backstage after the show. To feel the love and the impact my music had on people was overwhelming. I moved to my designated dressing room to change and leave when someone stopped me on my way.
"That was amazing", a guy with a heavy British accent said to me.
I knew him, I had seen him before but I couldn't quite place who he was or what he was doing there.
"I'm Matthew", he said extending his hand.
"Camila", I said taking it and he kissed mine.
I blushed at that gesture. Who did that nowadays? It was both awkward and nice.
"Nice to meet you", he said.
"You too. And thank you for saying that about the show".
"You're welcome, it is just what I saw".
His blue eyes were staring right into my soul and I giggled at his response. I felt like a little girl trying to talk to her crush. Why was I acting like he was my crush? I barely knew him.
"I have to go", I said stuttering some of my words.
"Right, right", he said and moved aside. "Have a great day".
I looked at him impressed at his manners and smiled to myself, guys my age didn't act like that.
I couldn't help but look up the cute British stranger when I was alone in my room. To my surprise, there were a lot of videos of him. He had made a career as relationship advisor and I spent a ridiculous amount of time going through his pieces of advice. My relationships hadn't been... well, they hadn't fully existed so far, so I was hoping someone, maybe him, had the perfect explanation for it. Sometimes his words didn't make sense to me, some other times, I felt he was uttering just the words I needed to hear. Some of his thoughts were validating my feelings and there was something reassuring about that. In a way, I felt connected to him now.
I reached to him a few weeks later through social media and he replied right away. We kept a conversation flowing for days, talking about different things. He was like an old soul and I was captivated by the way he talked to me. He was in London and I had gone back to Miami so there were no chances of meeting any time soon but I was ok with just texting. I needed someone to talk to, I felt like I had lost that person and he had appeared to help fill that space. Although I clearly knew no one could ever use Shawn's space in my heart, it didn't matter how awkward things were between us.
