we don't talk anymore ➳ camila cabello

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Camila

"We need you to fake a relationship with Shawn." Dinah furrowed her eyebrows. "Shawn who?" Lauren's eyes widened at Dinah and she almost spit her drink out laughing.

"Shawn Mendes, that guy, for publicity." Will told me, explaining our manager's demand. "Oh, that Shawn. Canadian boy Shawn. Bagged milk Shawn." Dinah confirmed, laughing at herself. (i'm canadian therefore i can acknowledge our bagged milk lolz)

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? No thank you. Shawn and I are friends, friends only." The girls nodded.

"We need you to do so to cause some drama. Therefore, to complete that, you won't be able to talk to Y/N for a few months. No texts, no seeing each other in public, so it would seem that you two did not break up on good terms." Will continued. "What the fuck? No thanks. People won't even know we're texting!" I yelled, shaking my head. I promised that we would talk. "Yeah but who hacked into Lauren's and Dinah's phones?" Our manager retorted.

"Did I fucking ask you to include Dinah and Lauren in this?" I growled. "Sure, use me as an example for something I'm arguing you about, but don't fucking use the girls as excuses, dumbass."

Damn I really wanted to stick her middle finger up her own ass.

"That isn't fair to Y/N! What are we gonna tell her?" Lauren argued, taking my side. Will shrugged. "Don't tell her anything. Just add fuel to the fire." He finished. "I'm not agreeing to this." Ally spoke up, shaking her head. "Yeah! This isn't fair to Mila or Y/N. They're not fully done, they're taking a break because they're always busy." Normani chimed in.

"Yeah well then how long is this so-called break gonna end, huh Karla? You can't just think Y/N will wait for you until you two are free? Well, that's too bad, because you signed up for this. Unless you wanna pull a One Direction and go and take a break for two years and lose your celebrity status, you will be constantly busy with shows, interviews, small gigs, promoting your albums, singles, whatnot. Now, you have another thing to be busy with: dating Shawn." Mary, our fucking annoying ass manager from Maverick shot back. I rolled my eyes.

"Do you even know how long I've known Y/N, Mary? Clearly you don't. So don't fucking tell me shit, because I've known Y/N since we were both 3. How old am I now? I'm 19, meaning we've known each other for 16 years, and still counting. I started dating her when? When we were 17. Others who date each other for two years tend to know they wanna get married because they've been with each other for so long. When did she say she had taken a liking for me? When we were 11. How long did she wait for me? Six years. So tell me in about six years, if Y/N are not dating again, or maybe even engaged by that time, that Y/N did not wait. And plus, the Harmonizers are faithful. They may be problematic and argue with each other sometimes, but in the end who do they stan and love? Us. Not you. They don't even know who a fucking Mary is, so don't think we've gone through this bumpy path for you. We did it for our dreams to be pursued and for our fans to be happy." I scoffed angrily. Mary seemed to be taken aback by my outburst, but regained her posture.

"Whatever. You and Shawn are final." I rolled my eyes. Leading the girls outside of the room, I opened the door and looked back at Mary. "Oh, and don't ever call me Karla." I spat, before leaving confidently.

"Damn Walz! You just slayed her whole management-existent life! You're on a roll!" Dinah teased once we were out of the room, making me shake my head. "Damn right she did. That balloon head needs to know that we don't take orders from her, anyways. She's only there to inform us what we're supposed to do according to what her uncle says to do. Not her." Lauren said, annoyed that Mary had the guts to think she can boss us around without her uncle's, our actual manager's consent. I nodded, agreeing with Lauren.