Camila/You
Y/N seems like your typical rock star. She's a tattooed covered badass who loves to party.
Camila is a member of the girl group, Fifth Harmony and has always had a crush on Y/N.
One night, Camila's dream comes true when Y/N notices her...
my lover❤️❤️❤️: not recently my lover❤️❤️❤️: wait why are you on twitter?
pretty girl🍑💕: i was on my moms phone pretty girl🍑💕: but anywayyyyyy pretty girl🍑💕: the few accounts that ship us are theorizing about your album
my lover❤️❤️❤️: how? my lover❤️❤️❤️: how do people ship us if they've never seen us together
pretty girl🍑💕: you'd be amazed at what they can figure out pretty girl🍑💕: it's so fun reading the theories tho pretty girl🍑💕: im in the car like YES THATS MY GF ISNT SHE GREAT but i can't say that :(
my lover❤️❤️❤️: well....you could....
pretty girl🍑💕: .....
my lover❤️❤️❤️: i know, i know
"Y/N!"
"What?" Y/N snapped her head up to look at Alexxis who sat next to her in the back of the black SUV they were riding in.
"I've been calling your name."
"Oh, sorry," Y/N locked her phone and slid it into her pocket. "What's up?"
"I want to go over the plan one more time." Alexxis held a piece of paper in her hand.
"You mean my script?"
"Y/N..."
"Well, that's what it is." Alexxis gave her a pointed look. "Okay, fine, the plan whatever."
"Good. Now," Alexxis took a breath. "He's gonna ask about the silhouette and you're gonna say—"
"My God, we've been over this so many times."
"I don't care. We're going over it again. So, as I was saying you're gonna answer and say Stella Maxwell."
"I still don't get why I can't just say it was you like we told everyone else."
"Please, Y/N, just make it easy this once." Alexxis pleaded.
Y/N rolled her eyes as she placed a joint between her lips and lit it.
If she was going to do this, she was going to need some help from her friends.
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"Here to talk about her new album 'tickets to my downfall', please welcome, Y/N L/N!"
The crowd cheered as Y/N walked onto the stage, her shirt unbuttoned, the black ink on display, and took a seat on the couch next to James Corden's desk.
