Just A Job (Lauren/You)

Chapter 8

"That's a lot of people."

I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that there were thousands of fans outside the venue. As our bus passed them towards the gate, they were screaming and holding up Fifth Harmony posters in the air. You'd think this was their headlining tour but they were just guests. Their fandom may be small but they were loyal.

"What, you think nobody'd come see us?" asked Dinah.

"I actually did."

I'm suddenly pushed to the side as I fell to the couch. I was laughing as Dinah started hitting me with a pillow.

"Y/N, you better watch what you say around Dinah," said Normani as she laughed at us.

"Stop! Stop!" I said in between laughs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you guys are great."

Dinah finally stopped hitting me with the pillow as my stomach hurt from laughing too much. I sat up on the couch and looked at the girls. I've gotten close to them these past few days and it was finally time for the first ever stop on their tour. The bus stopped and Stephen was the first one to go out followed by Uncle Rob. Once the last of the girls went out, I also followed.

I could see a few fans in the distance trying to take pictures of them. In front of me, Camila was waving at them and smiling. I ran up beside her and matched her pace. "You'll meet them later, don't worry."

She looked up at me with a smile. "I know but it's just really sweet that even if the show is still a few hours away, they're already here."

I nodded at her. "Yeah. Your fans must really love you."

"And I love them," she said with a genuine twinkle in her eyes.

"I know."

We arrived at the dressing room and Uncle Robert told me we had to go around the venue to check security. I was getting ready to go with him when a hand on my arm stopped me.

"Can I come?"

"Don't you have to get ready, Camila?"

"Not until later. Please, Y/N? I really want to see the arena," she said as she gave me a pout. Now, how could I possibly deny that face?

"Okay, come on," I said.

She smiled as she grabbed my hand. We walked to the arena and Camila ran up the steps onto the stage. She danced while a few people worked on the microphone and sound system. I apologized to them as I chased a running Camila. She was like a little bundle of energy that you couldn't possibly contain. But with that energy comes the fact that it made the people around her happy. Even I couldn't help but smile.

I finally caught her arm and held her in my side until we finished checking the security of the venue. A few fans saw her so she waved at them but other than that, nothing else happened. We began walking down the hall towards the dressing room still hand in hand. It wasn't something I thought about really. I knew Camila was affectionate so I just let it go but did it mean nothing to her too?

I don't know.

So I let go of her hand and pretended I needed to take my phone from my pocket. She glanced at me but didn't say anything else. When we came back to the dressing room, a boy was standing in front of the door. His face quickly lit up when he saw Camila.

"Hey, Camila."

I looked at Camila and saw her smile but not as bright as before. "Austin, hey."

They started to talk and I felt awkward standing there so I entered the dressing room and watched them talk from the inside. There was something about that boy that I didn't trust. I didn't like the way he looked at Camila or the way he stood there like he was all that.