Stalker V.S Lover//Shamila Fanfiction

Me

I'm Camila. I'm 19 years old and I am in the group Fifth Harmony. I live with my mom and little sister. Well barely, the girls and I are on the road all the time so I'm barely home. Me and the girls are about to release our second album and start working on album number three.

Let me introduce the girls.

Diana is the youngest bet she is taller than all of us so we caller her out big-little-sister.

Ally is the oldest and shorter that all of us so we call her out little-big-sister.

Normani is like the funniest sassiest person you will ever meet.

And Finally Lauren , she is like a twin sister to me. We don't have the same birthday but i feel like i connect to her the most out of everyone.

Then theres me. Simple, wild Camila.

This all started when me and the girls auditioned for this show called X Factor. We auditioned separately but we got set up together and we kept going as a group. We didn't win but we got third place and a record label wanted us anyway. So we all took the offer. Ever since then we've been doing pretty good and we've met so many nice people in the industry. One is especially nice.

Me and my sister went down to our P.O box and I got a shit load of fan mail. I had emptied it last month so i got super excited about all the stuff I got.

"I think we need to tell ma to bring the other car." I said.

"Okay but this is your stuff so YOU are going to carry it to the car." She said.

"Sophia do me a favor and stop being a brat?" I said reaching for my phone. I called my mom and told her that we needed the other car and honestly she was shocked like I was. Luckily she made Sophia help us weather she liked it or not. Of course, her being my little sister she complained. A lot.

"Why can't you get your boyfriend to help you?" She muttered

"You know me and Austin broke up." I said with and attitude.

"Maybe I wasn't talking about Austin." She said under her breath putting a box in the car. She didn't think I heard her until she turned around and I looked like I was about to kill her.

"Shawn is just my friend. STOP BRINGING HIM UP!!" I said.

"But do you want to be with him?"

"Yes but we aren't together."

"Sophia! Leave your sister alone and help her with the last box!" My mom yells from her car. Sophia and I put the last box in the car and my mom drove off. Sophia and I got in my car and headed home as well.
  Sadly the whole time Sophia talked about Shawn and I so close to killing her but we got home before it happened. Luckily my room was pretty big and all the boxes and cards could fit in but I could barely walk around. I opened the first box and all I could find in there was a picture of this guy and me. I never took a picture with him but somehow he has a picture of me and him in the shower. And there had to be thousands of them in the box. I got creeped out and closed it and moved on to the next one. It had the same address and the same thing was in it and probably the same amount. I checked all 12 boxes I got and they all had the same thing.
I was being stalked.
   I didn't want to tell anyone in my family because I didn't want to scare them so the first thing i did was tell the girls and my manager. The next day we were going to Italy and we knew we had to bump up security. If this guy had a picture of me and him in the shower that means he knew where i lived. And if he figured that out he could figure out much more and I'm not about to let that happen.
      A week later Ally and I had nothing to do so we decided to go to the Taylor Swift 1989 concert. We git there about a half hour late and my-- I mean-- our friend Shawn was there but we missed his set because we were late. Ally and I decided to go backstage to say 'Hi' to everyone. Ally was hanging out with Taylor and I was just backstage talking to anyone I could find. Then Shawn came out of his dressing room with his guitar.
  "Oh, hey Mila what's up?"He said giving me a hug. I hugged him back and chocked when I said 'hi' back.
  "H-hey. Shawn, I just came to see the show and say what's up to everyone. But as you can see no one is talking to me but you and the security guard." Shawn did this really cute chuckle but that was the worst joke ever.
   "Hey, since you're like the songwriter in the group can you help me with this new song I'm working on?" He asked. I figured since Shawn was my friend and I knew he would give me credit I might as well help him. We went over to this lounge backstage and he started playing on his guitar.
  "The concept is supposed to be a girl cheating on a guy and they both know everything and they are trying to keep the relationship from dying. The whole song is supposed to be a conversation between them." That was pretty cool.
   "Wait wouldn't it be a duet?" Shawn looked up at me and stopped playing.
    "Yeah you wanna make the song with me?" He asked.
    "Sure Canada." Shawn did a really cute chuckle again and I almost died that time.
   "I think the song should be called 'I know What You Did Last Summer'."
   " Shawn, someone kinda took that name already. It's a movie." He chuckled again. I swear if he did it one more time I would have actually died.
   "I can try to get rid of the copyright." We started playing around with the chords and we had the pre chorus and the chorus. We decided that the next day we would go to the studio and finish the song and I was really excited........For the song of course.....Not Shawn..
   Shawn and I connected a lot when we were in the studio. I started to admit to myself that I liked him, I don't know why it was so hard for me before but I was glad that I did. I just didn't tell him about the stalker thing. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be around me if he knew. I wouldn't blame him either stalkers are nothing to play around with. Unless it's a bitter ex girlfriend stalking their ex on Instagram. That's harmless. And also me as fuck. But this guy was doing more than that and it made me more mad than scared. But what really topped it off was that my family didn't even know. I needed to tell more than just the girls. I needed to keep everyone safe.