Camila's pov
As a child my mom always told me that I had to study and do good in school to have a future in America or else I would become a stripper. I did study hard for my family but it was never my thing. When I turned 15 I decided to go on an audition and little did I know that my whole life would turn upside down because of one girl.
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Present time
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Camila's pov
- BABY! I yelled loudly. What the hell was he doing, we were already late to that stupid dinner and it was his fricking idea.
- Could you wait a second? I need to fix my hair.
I shrugged, he always does this, suggests that we should go on a dinner with "important people" and then he needs to fix his hair for 2 hours.
Finally, he comes down and I must admit he looks handsome with his thick brown hair and his muscles flexing through his shirt. I felt myself biting my lip while I admired the sight of my beautiful husband.
- Do I look good? He smirked with his famous smile.
- Always. I laughed and hugged him hard. I didn't want to let go of him, we didn't always have these good moments together because of his schedule or when we fought but I've always missed this whenever he was on tour.
I finally let go of him and we went to the car and on our way to the restaurant. When we arrived at the spot there were a lot of paparazzi taking pictures of us. I was too tired to take pictures but Shawn wanted to take pictures.
- Shawn, I'm tired please can we just skip the pictures? I whispered to his ear.
- Come on Camila it's good for us to take pictures.
- Well, you can take your pictures alone. I said harshly and went into the restaurant.
I sat on our reserved table with a man and his wife from a model agency they wanted Shawn to model for Calvin Klein.
I apologized to them and blamed it all on traffic. Shawn then came to our table, we ordered our food and the whole night was just business. I was bored, I didn't even know why Shawn wanted me there I could have stayed at home with my precious books.
After the dinner we went home I could see on Shawn's face that he was angry, really angry.
- Why did you have to embarrass me in front of the paparazzi now they have video of us arguing. Do you know what that means? People are now gonna think that we're not in a good place in our marriage.
- But we aren't in a good place Shawn. We haven't been in a good place for months. You know that I love you but you've changed. Where is that sweet Shawn who didn't care what everyone thought or when they called us fake? Where is he? I said with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.
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Flashback
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Camila's pov
I sat on the sofa and watched Netflix with Shawn when I suddenly got a lot of notifications at the same time. I open up my Instagram and I see a lot of people tagging me in some pictures and as soon I saw those pictures my eyes were tearing up.
- What happened? Shawn asked with a worried tone.
- They are mocking our relationship and my body. I said feeling the insecurities creep up in my head.
- Camila, look at me.
I couldn't look at him because of my insecurities. What if he would realize that he's just dating a fat and ugly looking girl. At least what everyone else seems to think.
- Camila, look at me. He said again but with a more demanding tone in his voice.
I finally gave in and looked in his eyes, the tears ran down my face as he started to speak.
- Camila, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life. I love you with my heart and don't listen to them because if you do you let them win. So what if they think that we're fake the only thing that matters is that we love each other and want to be with each other.
As soon as he was done with his speech I hugged him so hard and wondered how I did deserve him.
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- Gone. He said coldly and walked out of our house and left me crying.
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I know what you did last summer (Camren)
FanfictionThe fifth harmony days are over and everyone is living their best life. Camila is happily married with Shawn but their marriage reaches a downfall and what happens when she's forced too meet her past.
