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Age Is Just A Number (C.D)

|based on the request: Can you do a cameron dallas imagine where y/n is younger and the age gap bothers her?

|•1.9k words lmao, it went a different direction idk (hahaha like Zayn), requests are open (why do you guys keep requesting Nate tho like ik he’s bae af but why), masterlist is in my DESCRIPTION BUB•| 

 “Baby girl!” Cam shouts from the balcony on the front of his house. “You’re finally here!”  I use my hands to shield my eyes from the sun, looking up at my boyfriend in amusement. “We’ve been waiting here for ages!” 

“Are you going to come and open the door then?” 

 He scrunches his eyes together in a laugh. “Oh shit, yeah, right, I’ll be down in a sec.” 

Nash and Matt suddenly appear on the balcony as soon as Cam sprints off to come and welcome me. “So, are we babysitting you again today?” Matt jokes, making Nash laugh and clap his hands. 

Of course he’s already making jokes about me and I’ve been here for less than a minute, I think this might be a new record with Matt. I am in a relationship with Cameron Dallas and I am 17 years old. There’s a 3 year age gap between us and the other guys seem to find it hilarious. They’re always cracking jokes about our relationship and how Cam is my ‘babysitter’ rather than my boyfriend.  

I roll my eyes at their immaturity. “I don’t know why you’re laughing, Nash, I’m older than you.” He just shrugs his shoulders, rubbing his hand across his bare chest. 

“Who cares? It’s a couple of weeks difference!” 

“Doesn’t Cam babysit you on a day to day basis?” Nash stares at me with a death stare before he grunts and walks back inside in a strop. 

What a child. 

Literally. 

Matt laughs once more before walking in after his friend. Cameron finally gets to the door and leans against the frame, holding the door open for me. “Are you coming in or are you just gunna stand there all day?” He smiles over at me and I slowly start to walk to him. “Are you ready for a long awaited lazy day?” 

I shake my head. Another lazy day? Why does he never feel like going anywhere else but the bed when we’re together? “Why can’t we go out and explore the city?” 

“We always do that.” I deadpan and breathe out a deep sigh. 

“Bullshit, all we do is lay around in your bed all day and watch Netflix, it’s getting boring, babe.” 

“I don’t feel like going out into the city though.” I look up at him with big, begging eyes and a hearty pout. I take another few steps towards him and increase the size of my pout. Cam takes one more look at me before he blinks and finally cracks. 

 “Fine,” He sighs. He grabs my hand and pulls my body into his chest, wrapping his big arms around my shoulders tightly. “But let my phone charge a bit first, I’ve got like, no battery.” He presses a kiss onto my head and hugs me into him even tighter. 

“We can just go on a walk through the hills and take Jaxx with us, you don’t need your phone for that.” 

“I need my phone to take photos of my beautiful baby.” 

“Are you talking about Jaxx again?” I ask, making Cam laugh a little bit and kiss my forehead. 

“I was talking about you, I need a new picture as my lock screen.” I awe and pull away from him so I can see his face. 

“That’s cute of you.” 

“You’re cute.” 

“I know.” He jokingly pokes my nose and kisses my forehead once again. “Get your cute butt in the house, miss.” And of course, his hands swoop down from my shoulders and grab my ass. 

“Cameron Alexander!” I gasp, sarcastically of course, and lightly slap his arm. 

“That’s pedophilia!” Shouts Nash from behind the door, thinking he’s absolutely hilarious, when really, it’s just uncomfortable. “Stop touching little girls like that, Cam.” 

“Shut up, Nash.” Cameron laughs. Why is he laughing? What was even the slightest bit funny about that? “I can touch my girl however I like.” 

Matt decides to join in on the ‘fun’ banter that’s being thrown about. “Well, I wouldn’t in public because I won’t be bailing you out!” 

I honestly don’t understand why these guys like to make fun of mine and Cam’s relationship. Yeah, I get it that I’m 3 years younger than Cam but what’s so wrong about that? There are couples in the world where one partner is double the age of the other? How is 3 years so bad? 

Nash nudges Matts arm and laughs a little. “I’m sure your 'girlfriend’ would bail you out after dropping the child molestation charges against you.” 

 Is he being serious? How the hell can he even joke about that? That is a new fucking low for Nash, really, that’s disgusting. 

“Is she even old enough to bail someone out of jail?” Matt asks, scrunching his eyebrows up and looking between Nash and Cam for an answer. 

It really isn’t funny. I feel so uncomfortable standing here, especially with Cam having his arms wrapped around me and being so close to me. My parents are fine with the age gap, Cam’s family is fine with the age gap, my friends are fine with the age gap, his other friends are fine with the age gap, so why aren’t these two guys? 

“I don’t think there is an age limit to bail someone out, I’ll have to search it.” Nash just shrugs his shoulders and looks back over at me. 

“Well, I’m pretty sure little kids can’t bail grown ass people out so clearly, Y/N wouldn’t be able to get him out herself.” 

“I’m a 'little kid’ now am I?” I scoff, completely pulling myself away from Cameron’s hug. “How is it that I’m a hell of a lot more mature than both of you?”  

“Maturity has nothing to do with age, Y/N.” Matt smiles. 

He. 

Fucking. 

Smiles. 

I roll my eyes and take a step away from Cameron, I’m standing closer to my car so it’s faster for me to leave the situation if needs be. “Well, maturity has a lot to do with puberty and we all know that neither of you two have hit it.” 

“Wow, okay, that was too far, Y/N.” 

“That, was too far? No, Nash, that’s where you’re wrong. You two have been taking it too far with all of your 'jokes’ about my age and the age gap between me and Cam and it actually makes me really uncomfortable when you bring it up. I’m completely fine about it normally, I never even remember it half of the time, until I come here and that’s all you can seem to talk about.” 

What did I ever do to these two boys to make them want to emotionally torture me so much? I can’t even come and see my boyfriend for two minutes without wanting to punch someone or run off and cry. 

Cam reaches out his hand to grab mine, but I jerk my body out of reach. “Hey, babe, calm down…” 

Telling someone to calm down when they’re in the midst of blowing up is not a good idea. It can trigger their anger even more and can lead to uncontrollable violence. But that is the ultimate worst case scenario 

“No! I’m not going to calm down because every time I come around to see your ass, I get bullied about my damn age to the point where I think about just ending it to make your damn friends happy!” 

It’s true. I thought that if I just ran away from my little problem it would eventually disappear, but then I realised that I would be running away from Cam and I don’t want to do that. 

“Y/N…” 

“And why the hell are you even joking about child abuse? It’s fucking wrong! Real shit like that is actually going on in the world and its ruining those kids life’s and you’re stood there making jokes about it! You’re both sick, sick assholes!” 

Nash bows his head in shame and Matts eyes lower in embarrassment - damn right they should be feeling like that! 

“That was pretty low of me and I apologise on behalf of that incident.” Nash mumbles out his apology. 

I nod my head thankfully. “Thank you for that, but it doesn’t excuse the fact that you two seem to really dislike me for no actual reason.” 

“Babe, they don’t not like you, they’re just playing around.” Cam says, bouncing on the balls of his feet on the hot pavement. “Don’t take what they say seriously.” 

 I run my hand through my growingly sweaty hair and pull it away from my forehead.

“Cameron, they’ve actually hurt my feelings with what they were saying, I was fine with our relationship until they started making jokes about it.” 

 Matt rubs his forehead with his hand and makes the first move to actually give me a formal apology. “Hey, it was just meant to be a joke, I didn’t mean to upset you in any way, shape or form. I’m sorry if that’s how you really felt about what we were saying, we weren’t being serious.” 

“I’m sorry if it upset you that much, Y/N…” 

“I actually think you and Cam are really cute together.” Matt smiles. 

Cam grins and makes a quick move to stand behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and kissing my cheek. 

Nash nods and hums in agreement. “If we make anymore jokes that make you uncomfortable, just tell us!” 

“I have told you before, you just didn’t pay any attention to what I was saying!”

“Sorry…” They mumble in sync, both giving me a closed smile. 

I take a deep breath in and accept their quiet apologies. “It’s okay guys.” 

I know that they are completely truthful with their apologies because they both look incredibly guilty right now and Nash looks like he’s about to cry, I can see his glistening eyes even when he’s hiding his face. 

 After a few seconds of awkward silence, Cam gestures for his friends to migrate back into the house and turns me around to face him. He rests his hands on my hips and lightly presses his fingers tips into the skin. 

 “Why didn’t you tell me that they were bothering you?” 

 “I didn’t want to upset you.” 

 “Baby,” He mumbles and sticks on a sweet smile. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” 

I nod my head knowingly but still shrug my shoulders. “I know I can, but they’re your friends and I didn’t want to make you annoyed.” 

No one wants to hear their girlfriend or boyfriend (or significant other) complain about their friends, do they? It just puts them in a position where they basically have to pick between their life long friends, or their possible long-term partner.

It’s just awkward and difficult. He softly kisses my cheek and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t listen to what anyone else has to say about us, your age is just a number, as is mine.” 

It’s so cliché hearing him say that, that age is just a number, but it’s completely compatible in this situation and he’s using it correctly. Nobody should care about how Cam is older than me, it’s only by a few odd years, it doesn’t matter at all. I guess the judging from the guys was the only thing that made me question everything. 

“You’re right.” 

“I always am.” I roll my eyes and scoff loudly. How arrogant can this boy get sometimes? “Oh, so cooking a pizza at nearly 350 degrees will cook it faster and not cause a fire?” 

“That’s our secret, sh.” 

 “Okay, Cameron.” I laugh quietly, nudging my forehead on his shoulder.

 “I love you.” 

 “I love you too.”