The Instagram live (Camila/you)

7

"You want me to come to one of your shows?" You ask as you send the brunette on the phone in front of you a wide eyed look. It was now a few days after the whole book case raiding and kitchen destroying incident, and you and Camila were still talking pretty much daily. Of course with her busy schedule it wasn't all day every day, but you saw way more of her than you ever thought was possible. Your silly crush aside, she was the best friend you've ever had.

Camila nods eagerly, "Yes. Please y/n? You could come back stage and everything." She all but pleads.

Despite being a fan for over five years now, you'd never managed to see her perform live. It wasn't because you didn't want to, but it was due to the fact you just didn't have that kind of money to waste. Not that it would be a waste, but spending hundreds of dollars on one performance just seemed like an insanely irresponsible thing to do when you had bills that kept a roof over your head to pay.

"I mean..." you trail off.

She gets closer to the camera, "Pleaseeeee," she all but begs, and you couldn't help but laugh. You never thought you'd see the day when Camila Cabello would beg you to come and see her. "with a cherry on top?" She adds hopefully, and you feel yourself beginning to cave.

"Okay."

She laughs elatedly as she falls against the back of the couch she was currently resting on. She was backstage and due to go on in about twenty minutes, but she had wanted to speak to you beforehand for reasons she hadn't disclosed. You had asked, but she seemed reluctant to say prompting you not to push.

"I'm so excited! Can you come tomorrow?" She asks, finally bringing her phone back up to her face. Unlike when she had spent the day with you, she had a full face of makeup on, and whilst you noted she looked so freaking gorgeous, you did prefer her natural. Not that you had a right to an opinion on that, but you had one anyway.

"Uhh," you silently run through what you have planned for tomorrow. Class in the morning, your meet-up with Emma...and that was it. You were sure you'd be done before she'd go on. "Sure mila."

Her grin, if possible, widens, and it was so contagious you couldn't help but mimic it, "You're so cute." You couldn't help but murmur, hand distractedly fumbling with your pen.

Even through the makeup, you could see her cheeks turn a soft shade of red at the compliment, "Thank you." She whispers bashfully, and you simply nod your head with a gentle smile.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" She asks hopefully, and you once again nod your head. "Of course."

Camila hums as she stands up, and it was then that you hear someone knock on her dressing room door through the speakers of your phone. It must be time to go on.

"Just a minute!" She calls before bringing her attention back to you. "FaceTime to sleep?"

"Of course. Go kick butt, okay?" You grin, and she nods with a shy smile before you wave goodbye and she hangs up the phone.

You guys never outwardly say goodbye to each other before hanging up, and you kind of loved it. It was like you were just temporarily putting your time together on hold until she was done. That way, when she called again before bedtime, you could leave off right where you ended like you hadn't even been apart.

You were fully aware you were beginning to grow unnecessarily attached to her, but it wasn't like the feelings weren't returned.

Sighing, you look down at the half finished assignment you had abandoned to answer Camila's call.

Time to get it finished.

*

You were pulling up outside of the large arena before you knew it. There were people everywhere, and as you grab your phone and the backstage pass that had been sent to you, you could feel your anxiety beginning to spike. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you climb out of the car, lock it behind you and make your way towards the back entrance.