Just The Baker Boy

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  • Published: 15 Aug 2012
  • Updated: 19 Jul 2013
  • Status: Complete
Camille Amaya has always loved the baker boy that worked with her. She worked at Holmes Chapel Bakery side by side every Saturday, until he decided to furfill his dream on becoming the next big singer. A couple years later she has seen the baker boy she'd loved, turn into the hearthrob in a boy band called One Direction. When he comes back home from his world tour and calls her to hang out like they used to would he be the same boy she fell in love with years before?

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34. Goodbyes

Each of us go on the van one by one that will lead me to airport. We all sit down in the van side-by-side reminiscing about the summer.

"Has to be one of the best summers ever. Camille you're a fun groupie!" Louis comments.

I laugh as I nudge him.

When we arrive at the airport we all jump off from the van and Paul helps me unload my luggage from the back storage area. We're in the back of the airport where no fans can find us. Paul called ahead of time to make sure that no fans will be mobbing the boys.

I grab the handles of my two suitcases as I look to the group. There was an odd silence since we were always laughing together. Paul comes in front of me and gives me a warm embrace.

"Thanks for keeping the boys out of trouble for me," Paul says.

"Not a problem," I say as he let's go. Paul has literally been my dad for the last two months and I'll surely miss his guidance.

Zayn later steps up to me and gives me a hug. When he let's go he says, "You're really cool Camille."  I smile at him as he steps back. Niall comes forward

He reaches his arms out to me as I do too. His hug is strong, but gentle. He tells me, "We have to meet up again." I nod and I say back, "let me know how it goes with Charlie." With the sound of her name, Niall beams as he steps back.

Liam comes and gives me a squeeze. "Thanks for helping me realize who I love." I smile at him as I hug him again.

When Liam goes back, Louis runs up to me, picks me up and spins me around as my hands are around his neck. He puts me down and says, "Thanks for making my Harry happy." From the corner of my eye, I can see Harry beaming. Unlike any of the other boys, Louis was like an older brother to me. I can tell me him anything and he's willing to give the best advice. I'll definitely miss him back home.

Louis runs back and throws Eleanor at me. We look at each other and give each other a kind squeeze. "It's been great spending holiday with you. Text me everyday!" I reply with my eyes watering. She was my best friend. I knew that from that from the minute Harry introduced me to her back at the bakery. Eleanor let's go of me and walks back to Louis' side.

I look at Harry as he places his hands in his pockets walking toward me with his head down. He takes out one hand and I grab it.

Harry looks at Paul and tells him, "Can I take Camille to her gate alone?"

Paul looks a bit unconvinced, but then nods. "Call me if anything goes wrong." Harry nods and takes one of my suitcases with the hand that wasn't occupied with my hand. We walk toward the door to the inside of the building, exiting the parking lot.

We turn in my luggage and head to the entrance to the place only travelers can access.

Harry turns to me at the beginning of the line to enter. " I guess this is it."

I nod as I place my hands around his neck. I play with the hairs behind his neck with my fingertips.

He places his hands on my back. I turn my eyes until they see Harry.

"I'm going to miss you. I won't be back in England for another couple months," he says.

"I know...I know," I say quietly. "I just wanted to say, thank you for letting me come with you on tour this summer. It's been a hell of a summer."

Harry smiles at me and pushes a strand of hair away from my eyes. "Anytime. I love spending time with you, but there's something different about this tour, than any other."

I put on a questionable face, "What is it?"

"I spent it with you," Harry says softly. He slowly comes near me placing soft lips on mine. Our lips move gracefully as we kiss.

When we part, I say to him, "I love you."

My baker boy looks at me too and says, "I love you too."

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