Multifandom Imagines {Vol.1}

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 ↢ two ↣ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟᴀ ᴄᴀʙᴇʟʟᴏ

"Oh my god, it's been years!" Y/N noted with a soft smile, bringing me in for a friendly embrace. "How are you?" He asked.

"I-I-I'm great, what about you?" I managed to answer with a nervous smile.

"I'm really good, Cam."

Cam.

That nickname sent chills down my spine. I so wasn't prepared for this. Just a second and it all came back. All the memories, whether good or bad and that nickname. Cam.

"I'm glad." I said awkwardly in response. It got more awkward after a short silence. Luckily Y/N spoke up and invited me over to his table. I tried to decline at first but he wouldn't no for an answer, so I gave in and joined him at his window booth.

"So, you still doing music?" Y/N asked. "I hear that Havana song everywhere." He added with a humorous smile.

"Yeah." I answered. "I'm actually getting ready to release an album next year."

"Wow. That's great." Y/N commented in response, his Y/E/C eyes glowing with undeniable adoration. "I'm thinking of coming back to music, actually."

"Really? I think you should." I said honestly. I would love for Y/N to sing along beside me and maybe do more than just sing beside me...

"Yeah, it's just at the moment the studio uses me as a songwriter for other artists, which is fine. But I would like to actually keep the songs that I write." He then said, shaking around his empty milkshake cup. "Hey, you want another drink? I'll shout you."

"No, I'm okay."

"Are you sure? I know how crabby you get without enough coffee." Y/N said, showing off that smile once again.

"I'm sure." I answered, smiling at the boy on impulse. He nodded before walking up to the counter and ordering. Minutes later and Y/N told me the one thing I didn't want to hear.

He was leaving.

"But hey, you've still got my number, right?" He had said, picking up his phone from the table. "I'll see you around." He said, bringing me in for a hug. I then wrapped my arms around his shoulders tightly and my nose accidentally let out a sniffle, causing Y/N to pull back. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, sniffling again. "It's all my fault and I-" I hiccuped, leaning my head onto Y/N's chest. Y/N responded with a comforting hand on my head, bringing me closer.

"Shh, it's okay. We don't have to talk about it, Cam." He cooed close to my ear, catching on to what I was upset about. "How about we meet up again and then we'll talk, okay?"

I nodded, not having the courage to look Y/n in the eye.

"Alright well, I have to go but I'll promise we'll see each other again, Cam." He said, bringing his arms around me again. He then removed one hand and used it rustle around in his pocket. "Here." He said, peeling his body away from mine. "Take this."

"I can't take your money, Y/n." I said, wiping the last few tears from my face.

"It's not money." He said with a smile. I furrowed my eyebrows and took the paper from his hands. "Anytime you want to come to the studio and maybe work on something, that's the address."

"Thank you." I said in response, sniffling one last time. Then an awkward silence passed again and Y/n took that as he's chance to bid his goodbyes and leave the café. He smiled at me from outside the store before being swept up in the crowd.

I sighed and looked down to the paper in my hands again. I was definitely going to make a visit there one day.

I suddenly started to feel a headache growing. It was most likely to all the memories that I couldn't help but remember about Y/n and I. And I don't they would go away. And I...

I didn't want them to.

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Oof, I will forever love Camila's debut album. I loved her 2nd album too!

Tehe, a part 3?