Little Secrets

Chapter 4 - Used To This

Camila

I'm sick of blatantly lying. To the news reporters, to my friends, to my fans... It makes me sick. But I do it. Because Shawn asked me to. And because I know if I asked him he'd feel bad and tell me it was okay to come clean. 

So I don't. I fake innocence, but I'm sick of it. I've postponed two interviews, had all my groceries delivered to my door, and locked my social media accounts. Doesn't mean it stop anything. Plus I have the VMAS performance in a week. Our choreographer has been working hard, but she's not helping us be inconspicuous. So sorry, my bad for being not so excited when Shawn called me and told me to meet him down at Starbucks. Public. Again. Always public.

I skipped down the road to the coffee shop, where Shawn was waiting for me at the counter. He smiled as I bounced towards him and took my hand in his as he turned back to face the menu.

"I'm just gonna cut to the chase." Shawn mutters. I nod.

"I don't like this." Shawn said softly. My smile vanished. What?

"Fake dating you, I mean. I don't like it." He repeats. I blink. "Camila." He wraps one arm around me and leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Will you be my completely legitimate girlfriend?" He asked softly. I beamed, then fought the grin off my face. Is he kidding?  He's got to be kidding.

"If you're kidding, it's not funny. But yes." Then I buried my face in his shirt and let him hug me, his face glowing with a giant grin.

"We still can't tell people yet though, right?" Shawn said, unsure. I shrugged. 

"Drop hints?" I asked. He nodded, warming up to the idea.

"Every now and then, being discreet, yeah," he looked at me, smiling. "I like it. Sound good to you?"

  "Yes. Absolutely. I'm okay with that." I bit my lip to keep myself from full on grinning. I looked up at him. He didn't notice. I stood on my toes, cupped his neck, and drew his mouth too mine. He smiled against my lips and wrapped one arm around my waist, kissing me carelessly. I broke away, smiling happily. He shooed me away towards a table fighting a smirk off his face. I ran away to find a seat while he ordered. He came and sat down by me. I snuggled into his side, taking my drink and sipping slowly. He puts one arm around me, taking his own drink and staring off through the window. I'm perfectly content with simply sitting here, unconcerned finally about who sees us, but Shawn likes to be extra. He leans over, nuzzling his face into my hair. I smile again.

"I like you, Camila Cabello." Shawn mumbles happily. I look up at him, breaking our contact.

"I like you too." I say, any press my lips to his.

Shawn

I left the cafe pretty pleased with myself. I'd been able to tell Camila wasn't doing so great with the secret thing and neither was I. I'd already had two performances where during q&a Camila came up and I walked out on one, and turned down another question with "That's between me and another person." Like, suspicious much? I'm not sure what to do next. I just know I'm perfectly content where I'm at.

I walked up the stairs to my hotel room to write. I was bored. I have nothing to do. I considered asking Camila to come over, but decided against it. She probably had something to do today. Plus, I was on tour and currently living in a hotel room. Even if I was in California. I sat down on my bed, and pulled out a notebook. I used a notebook because paper is more satisfying when you hate an idea and can tear the page out. I had a feeling the ability to tear pages out would come in handy today. Too many mixed emotions.