Camila-head cheerleader, heartbreaker, angel voice- Cabello is the most popular girl in school. Every girl wants to be her and every guy wants to be with her. As much as Camila enjoys her life, she has one secret that is eating her alive. A crush... Not on a guy, a girl. Not a popular girl. A girl None other than Lauren- does nothing but reads, has never been seen anywhere but school, sits alone Jauregui. Camila is infatuated with her but can't let anybody know that she likes her... Like that or even likes her at all so Camila's plan to get close to her is to try to make her popular.. It's a start.

This is just a one shot of Lauren transforming in front of Camila... disclaimer: i am not affiliated with any of the members of 5h nor do i own them or the band

"And every cell in her body is screaming ‘touch her, touch her,’ but Lauren was a work of art and Camila could not ruin her. She’d already done enough of that."

love might not be enough to conquer everything life throws at you cover by @slothtato

"The heart has secrets that the mouth refuses to utter." From: 5hfanfiction.tumblr.com

Everyone had a bucket list, Camila's just included Lauren...and a dead girl. [ Cover art made by this fabulous person---> bows-n-beanies.tumblr.com ]

Este fanfic está hecho por: koté y gigi Twitter: @fingersofdinah y @netflixcamren

Habit is about the way your past can anchor you down, it's about finding someone who can help you have faith in a better tomorrow, it's in reference to how little you can feel when it seems like you're all alone in this world. Camila struggles with letting go of something that seems to be tied on a chain around her ankles, and allows it to consume her, and in the midst of giving up on ever finding freedom of her burdens, she forms an infatuation for someone who detests her almost as much as she hates herself. One moment of courage changes that though, a moment in which they both face their fears and do something that saves them both in an individually different way. One girl lets herself fall, the other picks herself up.

"- Voy a morir -Acepté con tristeza-. Ellas van a morir -Continué. Y jamás había sentido peor nudo en mi garganta que aquel cuando finalmente dije: - Tú vas a morir"