Camila Cabello Imagines and Oneshots

59. r a i n

Highly recommend listening to the song above (I Found by Amber Run) if you want the intended vibe of the story. Literally listened on repeat for like an hour while I wrote this, so I hope you enjoy it!

I'll write some happier imagines for this book soon haha, they all seem to be a little dark recently.
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Camila looks on as the raindrops race down the window panes. Despite being safe and warm, she's anxious. Of course she is. Who wouldn't be when the man whose arms are wrapped around her waist aren't the ones she wants there, and the owner of those are out there somewhere... hopefully.

Y/n disappeared a few months ago, just completely vanished off of the face of the Earth. Camila knows that isn't possible, but she can only hope that the girl isn't buried in it, and that she's still somewhere, that she's still safe.

It's not the first time she's gone missing, after all. Her face was on milk cartons and in the most depressing section of the newspaper when she was just eight. She was gone for six months that time before she managed to fight her way to safety. Then she ran away at age eleven and didn't come back for a year. That was years ago, and people can change, but Camila can't help but be worried that she won't come back this time, and she has plenty of reasons to be.

All of a sudden, her pocket buzzes and she gasps at what she sees on her phone.

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I sigh as I tug my hood down. It's not doing much to combat the weather anyway, and it's just a nuisance. Quickly scaling the scaffolding, I reach the roof of the building I've climbed so many times before and teeter across the edge.

I used to be scared of heights, but I don't feel that rush of fear any more. It was replaced with adrenaline for a while, but that left too. It's absence leaves me numb, like most things in my life. They leave, and I'm left empty. The only thing that won't leave is her.

Finally, I sit on the side of the roof, legs hanging off of the edge.

The rain forms puddles around me, but I don't care much for them. She's on my mind again, and the water around me has less chance of drowning me than she does. She consumes me day and night, invading my mind more often than I care to admit. The thing is, I miss her. I've never missed anyone or anything before, but I miss her with every ounce of my being. It scares me, honestly... but I kind of like it.

What I don't like is that the girl I love is with the guy I hate. He's purely evil, that man, and I don't use that word lightly. He's wicked, twisted, and sick. I don't know anyone else who'd treat her the way he does, who'd leave tears on her cheeks like he does.

I take a deep breath and unclench my jaw and hands, closing my eyes as I feel a breeze rush through me.

No more anger, I remind myself. No more resentment. She's with him because she wants to be. She told me so.

She yelled so when I tried to save her.

No more anger.

Still, my legs move on their own accord and soon I'm hopping along rooftops in the direction of her house.

'What the hell am I doing?' I think, but keep going.

I'm a woman on a mission now, the buildings and trees whipping by as I run fast enough for my lungs to burn with the need to spread oxygen through my veins.

I don't stop until I reach her street, where I pause at the end of the pathway leading to her door.

Do I really want to do this?

Do I really want a repeat of last time?

My cheek almost stings again at the memory of her hand making contact with it before she tossed my few belongings at me, yelling at me all the while about how selfish I was.

The sweeter moments I've shared with her come to mind next - her lazy smile in the mornings, her laughter when I shared a joke, the slow, cat-like way she'd blink when she's most content, the way her hands felt when her fingers were intertwined with mine... ultimately, they win, and I slowly make my way up the steps to her door.

Deciding against ringing the doorbell in case he's still around, I pull out my phone and grimace at all the missed called and texts.

To Camila
...

My damp thumbs tap against the sides of my phone as rain trickles down my nose and drips onto the screen.

What do I say?

There's only one thing I can.

To Camila
I'm here.

Sent.

And now I wait for my slap and to be sent on my way, I suppose. Or silence. If she didn't even peek through the door, it would kill me.

A few minutes later, nothing has happened. Accepting my fate, I slide down the wall of the porch until I'm sat on the cold, wet floor, legs outstretched before me and eyes glued on that damn door. I never thought I'd hate it this much.

"Please." I find myself whimpering pathetically, tears blurring my vision slightly.

No. I can't cry. I won't.

I stand up, about to leave when I hear a click behind me. Instantly spinning on my heels, I see the one thing I was hoping for.

"Y/n?" She asks, disbelief evident in her tone.

"I'm sorry," I reply, more than willing to get to my knees and beg for her to do... something. What, exactly, I'm not sure. Likely to give me her forgiveness, to let us be friends again.

"No. I- it can't be you." She breathes out, making my heart break. I can't tell if she doesn't believe I'm here, or if she doesn't want to.

"I'm sorry." Seems to be all I can say, bowing my head but remaining rooted to the spot. I expect the door to close and for her to leave me out here in the cold, but what I least expect is for her arms to wrap around my neck, her body shaking as she hugs me tightly against her.

"Y/n! Oh my god, Y/n!" Leaning back enough to cup my face with her hands and scan it with her almond eyes, she adds, "You had me so worried. I... I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"I'm-" I catch myself before I can apologise again, changing my response to, "I had to come back. If I didn't see you again..."

As lightning strikes behind me, she leans forward and yet again brings the completely unexpected to life, pressing her lips against mine roughly. It's a desperate, needy kiss, and one I reciprocate almost immediately, my hand finding purchase in her hair while the other holds her against me by the waist.

Before I know it, I have her pinned against the wall of her hallway, our mouths still attacking one another and stripping ourselves of air.

"Camila?" His voice speaks up from somewhere nearby, making my hold on her tighten. Not again. Not this time. He won't take her away from me anymore.

Still, she pulls away enough to remove her lips from mine and, while my eyes stay rooted on her, she looks to the side and at him.

"Matthew..." she sighs, her gaze falling to the floor as I slightly lessen my death grip on her hair. My whole body pleads for her to let me stay, for us to be her choice this time.

"What the fuck is going on?" He pushes, sounding both confused and disgusted.

"I..." She begins, looking back up at him with confidence, "I think you need to leave."

Smirking, I reconnect my lips with hers. I lift her by the thighs until her legs are wrapped around my waist, supporting her properly as I blindly lead her upstairs and into the nearest bedroom.

"Are you going to stay?" She asks as I lay her down.

"If you'll let me." I reply, sighing happily as I rake my eyes and hands down her body, eventually admitting with a slight jest, "You're the only thing I've ever missed. I've found that I don't quite like the feeling."

Our lips barely leave each other for the remainder of the night, and the rain doesn't leave the sky. The only thing that leaves tonight is my pining for her, our hurt, and him.

She's safe. She's warm. And she's mine. As long as I breathe, that will always be the case.