College grad and aspiring basketball player Camila Cabello gets the opportunity of a lifetime: A summer at the prestigious Lauren Jauregui Basketball Training Camp. For three months, she gets to train with the superstar athlete, beside some of the best players in the country. She's in for the summer of her life. 5HFanfiction

Just something random

a Fifth Harmony texting fanfic filled with wild text messages that will blow your mind!! Keep in mind, it may seem like a normal texting fanfic but, it gets a little stranger.

Basically texts that I think the girls would send, and also ones that I think are funny :D

When five juvenile delinquents are forced to serve time and face the everyday struggles of having their life taken away, who will they turn to? As they enter, they must decide whether or not they want to follow their typical stereotypes or start something new. Five girls, each arrested for something different and not looking forward to their life suddenly changing. How will their attitudes affect their relationships? Will they give up and be remembered as just another inmate? Great for orange is the new black fans and harmonizers.

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Camila Cabello is given the wrong number after a date with a girl. Camila decided to text the number but when it wasn't the girl she wanted she still spoke to her. Camila enjoyed talking to the girl. But does the girl behind the screen enjoy talking to her back?

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3 P.M. - I loved her. She loved me. I fell harder and harder every day, and I knew it was dangerous. She was dangerous. Her kiss began to taste like vodka even when she hadn't been drinking and her nails dug into my skin like razors, but I loved her. 11 P.M. - The flick of a lighter. I saw the flame in her emerald eyes as they both burned. She took a hit and handed it to me. It touched my lips and tasted like her. I felt the chemicals in my lungs. Everything was spinning, but I still loved her. Midnight - The flash of lights. They blinded me. I couldn't find my shirt. My skin was still glistening with the trail from her tongue. Gunshots. One. Two. Three. Glass shattered. Handcuffs. White walls. Caught. I still loved her. I always would. WARNING: This story is Rated R for drugs, sexual content, and language. Reader discretion is advised. DISCLAIMER: All content is original. Please refrain from commenting the names of and comparing other fan fictions throughout the story, as any similarities between stories are purely coincidental or based off of real-life Camren moments.