Falling for Cameron

Chapter One.

Layla's POV:

Dear Cameron,

My name is Layla and I'm 16. I've been supporting you and Magcon for almost two years. I'm not really what you call a 'normal teenager.' All of my life I've been moved to multiple different foster homes. Watching you on Youtube and Vine has really made me smile when at times, I didn't think was possible. I want to thank you for making me feel like I have a purpose again, and I love you. 

Love,

Layla

I finish typing the note on my phone and send it in to Cameron Dallas' Instagram. I really hope he sees it; I really want him to know how much he's helped me. From the age of three I've been moved to so many foster homes I lost track. My younger brother, Jacob, and I have been together through every move.

I open my Instagram on my phone and go into the direct message that I sent to Cameron. I almost fall off my bed in shock when I see that underneath the message says seen. Cameron Dallas actually read my message! I squeal in excitement, praying that he'll respond. I go out of the app, refresh, go into his direct message, and repeat until I get the notification of "Cameron Dallas has sent you a message."

I frantically open Instagram and read his message:

"I'm so glad I've helped you! Love you bby!"

I screenshot the message and respond 'I love you too' back to him. Right then, my foster parent Mrs. Fisher comes in and says, "Layla would you mind helping out at the pizza parlor downstairs for a bit?" My foster parents own a restaurant downstairs and sometimes I like to wait tables. "Sure!" and I run downstairs with my phone in my back pocket.

I start taking pizzas to tables when all of a sudden I notice my enemy sitting at a table. I automatically clam up and just set their pizza down on the table without a word. "You aren't gonna say anything? Too dumb to say, 'Here ya go'? Aww, that's what I thought." I walk quickly to the back and tell Mr. Fisher that I'll make the pizzas and have Mrs. Fisher serve them. He nods and I go to the kitchen. I feel my phone vibrate and I take it out of my pocket to see what it is.

CameronDallas just posted a new photo

I quickly open it to see that he's standing in a familiar place. The caption reads, "Loving it out here in Chicago!"

I live in Chicago! I zoom in on the picture and see that he's standing in front of Barnes and Noble Bookstore only a few streets down from me. I immediately run up to my room to get on my boots and coats. This is my chance to meet him. I leave a note letting my foster parents know where I'm going. Climbing down my window to avoid being seen by Natalie, the bully, I race to the bookstore.

By the time I reach there I'm out of breath. Then I see him. A smile spreads across my face as I shyly approach him. "Hi, Cameron. I'm sorry to bother you but-" He turns around and cuts me off. "What do you want?" I'm a little taken back by his sudden annoyed tone of voice, but I continue. "I saw that you were here from the picture you posted on Instagram. I've always wanted to meet you! Do you remember me? I'm Layla, the girl who wrote you a message on Instagram. You responded to it."

"First of all, I don't even respond to all of my fan's messages. My manager does. And second of all, you've met me now, so run along now. Don't bother asking your million questions I'm not really in the mood. Go away."

Tears start to sting my eyes and I was walk, but sudden anger washes upon me. "You are not at all who I thought you were. I have never been spoken to in such a rude way, let alone by someone I loved and thought loved his fans." I turn around and start wiping my tears with my sleeve getting mascara all over the gray sweater. I hear Cameron yell for me to wait but I'm too upset to even stop.

"Would you just stop for one second and listen to me?" Cameron says, quickly walking along side of me."Please leave me alone." I say, again wiping my tears with my long sweater sleeve.

"Just let me apologize. I'm sorry I made you upset. I didn't mean it I promise." He says, standing in front of me, forcing me to stop walking.

"If you didn't mean it why did you say it?" I say, folding my arms in front of me. "I'm on edge and I'm really sorry. But you don't know what's it like for fans to constantly come up to you, telling you how much they love you only because of how you look. It gets stressful and sometimes I need a break from people bothering me." As soon as the words left his mouth, I knew he regretted saying them.

"I'll just stop bothering you then. I fell in love with you because of how you made me feel. How happy you make me when I watch you vines. Not because of how you look. I fell for you Cameron, but I seem to have hit rock bottom."