Cameron Dallas - I’m sorry
Request: Can you do a sad Cam imagine where y/n has a past with drug addiction and Cam and her break up, so she’s gone back to that and Cameron comes to the rescue? Please?
I sit on the kitchen floor staring at the small plastic bag on the table that is screaming my name. I just can’t decide if it’s a good, welcoming scream or a warning to make me run away. My hands are shaking and I can’t clear my thoughts no matter how hard I’m trying.
It has been one week and I’ve already been through Hell. I don’t know what to do and how to process the fact that Cam and I broke up. And I know that going back to my old habits won’t help, but I can’t think of anything else. My chest is aching every time I see his smile when I close my eyes and I realize how bad I fucked up.
We had this huge fight after we went out. It wasn’t just about jealousy, we yelled at each other every unsaid mean things we were holding back and it ended with us calling it quit. It was horrible even though right at that moment we both said we wanted to end it. But oh God, I did not want it at all!
I stand up and take a few steps until I’m right next to the table and then I take the bag in my hand looking at the pills. I don’t even remember what they are, I just know that the guy told me they would help me forget the pain.
“Fuck it,” I say feeling a tear roll down on my cheek and then start fumbling with the bag trying to get the pills out of them, but my hands are shaking too badly to open it. My legs give up and I fall to the ground but I still try to open that damn bag when I hear an odd voice.
It’s Cam’s voice, and I stop for a moment. I hear footsteps too and for a moment I think that it’s just my mind playing sick games with me, but then I realize that he is in the house.
I grab the bag and try to hide it while my tears keep running down on my cheeks and I’m starting to panic.
Before I can hide the pills he appears at the door and I freeze. His eye travel down my arms and when he sees the bag in my hand they darken.
“Give them to me,” he says slowly.
“What are you doing here?” I ask pushing myself up so I stand up folding my arms on my chest.
“Y/N, give the pills to me,” he repeats himself holding his hand out. I bite into my lower lip and stare at him.
I can’t do it. I can’t give them to him and I also can’t have him see me
He takes a step closer and as slowly as possible he puts his hands to my arm unfolding them and then takes my fist with the bag in it between his palms.
“Y/N, please. Just give me the pills. It’s okay.”
“No it’s not,” I whisper shaking my head. “Just go away.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you give me the pills,” he says giving me a serious look.
I slowly open my hand and let the bag slid into his palm. He immediately puts it into his pocket and grabbing my wrist he pulls me towards him. I gasp as my body crashes against his and he embraces me in his arms. I don’t hesitate before hugging his waist tightly and start crying into his chest.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper with my eyes shut close.
“I know. Come on, let’s take a shower, okay?”
“I don’t think I ca-“
“I’m coming with you. We are taking a shower together. Come one.”
He gently pushes me away just so he can pick me up in his arms. I hug his neck as he walks into the bathroom with me in his arms. He sits me down to the top of the washing machine, helps me take my clothes off and while I climb into the bathtub he undresses himself and joins me. The water starts running slowly filling the tub as we sit there in silence. A month ago this scene would have ended in some hot bathtub sex but now the fact that both of us is naked doesn’t even matter to me.
When there is enough water in the tub Cam shuts off the tap and looks at me.
“Your neighbor called me that you haven’t left the house just when it was dark and that I should check up on you,” he says grabbing my feet under the water and he starts massaging them.
“I’m sorry you were bothered because of me,” I mumble watching the circles in the water around his arms.
“I wasn’t bothered. I wanted to know if you are okay.”
“But I’m not.” I know he wanted to say this, but he decided not to.
“Why did you start again?” he softly asks.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask sarcastically.
“I want to hear it from you.”
I sigh rolling my eyes as I wipe my tears away from my cheeks.
“Because we broke up.”
“Wasn’t it something you wanted?”
“No,” I answer immediately and since I already started telling him the truth I don’t stop. “I didn’t mean a lot of things I said, I was just angry and confused. I didn’t want you to leave and I regret it so badly that I even thought that drugs would solve my problems.”
I take a short pause hugging my knees to my chest before looking up to him.
“But it’s too late, I guess.”
He takes a hold on my ankles and gently pulls me closer to him. Before I can process what is happening he presses his soft lips to mine kissing me gently. I take his face in my hands kissing him back.
“Cam,” I moan into his lips, but he keeps kissing me. “Don’t do it if you don’t mean it,” I breathe out with my eyes still closed.
“Y/N, I missed you. I want you back.”
“But I’m a dru-“
“I don’t care,” he says cutting me off. “I want to help you. We can get through this… together.” He caresses my cheek and looking up at him a small smile creeps its way through my lips.
“I’m sorry, Cam.”
“Don’t be. Just promise me you’ll try your best.”
“I will. I promise.”