The Dare: To Dream,Believe and Succeed One Direction Fan-fiction

Camille Greene is your ordinary girl, not very popular, not stunning, in between, typical teenage girl. She's very outgoing and friendly, she pretty much knows anyone. She can get along with pretty much everyone. All is going well until something horrible happens, something that will change her life forever. She will struggle with who she is, what she was, and who she will become, with the help of some friends along the way.
This is The Dare: To Dream, Believe and Succeed.

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14. Chapter 12

 

Hearing Liam say those words, made my heart melt. I've wanted nothing more than to be accepted and I feel like I finally am.

Remember Cami, you can’t get too attached. Remember what Harry did to you, remember how broken you were.

                My mind echoed those words over and over, as if it were my mantra. I can’t become so attached, everything that happened is in the past, but it happened for a reason. It made me stronger. I can’t ruin all that now.

                All the excitement and happiness that I was feeling had left my body. I wasn’t happy anymore. I shouldn’t be here with them; with Harry. I worked so hard to mend myself, and become this new Cami. Being here, with Harry, would ruin everything I’ve built.

“Cami, Hello? Earth to Cami!” Niall’s voice snapped me back into reality.

“Yeah, Niall?”

“We’re here c’mon” Niall followed Liam and Louis out of the car. Leaving Harry and I alone

“Shall we go in?” Harry leaned over the seat looking at me. I huffed, looking away as I stepped out of his car. I hurried to try and catch up with the rest of the guys, before Harry got another chance to talk to me alone. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I’m being a bitch. I’m not sure any more.

I tried to stay somewhat in the middle the crowd.  I didn’t want Anne, Harry’s mom, to notice me. It would be so awkward if she saw me, and tried to catch up. Then she’d want to know why I had stopped being friends with Harry.

                As I walked in to Harry’s house, hiding behind Zayn, I gasped. Harry’s house was decorated so beautifully. I’m guessing it was Anne and Gemma’s doing. The house had white walls, and wooden floors. It was spacious and decorated in a modern style.  When you first walk in it has 2 sets of stairs leading up to the top floor. Between the stairs it had a hallway that leads into the kitchen. The walls were decorated with paintings and miscellaneous items. The outside of the house had white and grayish stones nestled in front a forest.

                “So mates what are we going to do?” Harry questioned as he led us down a corridor and into the games room.

“Play a game or something?” Louis suggested

“No, let’s Rock band!” Niall grinned

“Alright!” Harry said.

Niall went for the guitar, Zayn the bass, Harry the drums, Louis the keyboard, and Liam the microphone.

“I’ll just sit and watch” I shrugged and plopped down on the sofa that was placed in front of the flat screen. Harry gave me a side glance. I looked away, and focused on the rest of the guys.

                When they had finally chosen a song, I watched them all, even Harry. It was so fascinating to watch Niall’s fingers glide on the guitar. Watching Louis play piano was like looking at a ballerina. He was so graceful, never missed a note. Harry made these funny contorted faces, hitting the drum pads.

                While they were playing their game, I left to get up and go to the bathroom, or at least try to. I wandered around, getting lost. I was so focused on the beautiful house, I walked up the stairs. I tried the first door on my left, and walking into a messy bedroom.

This must be Harry’s room. I thought to myself. I was a bit curious to see how much had changed.  Surprisingly not much had. Harry had heaps of clothes and books scattered around his room. I walked into the room turning the knob then closing the door, causing it shut quietly. I maneuvered my way over to the desk he had leaning against the far back wall. Diagonal from his king sized bed, which had been pushed up against the wall by the windows, looking out into the forest. I noticed the sketch pads he had piled up in his desk. I was being so nosy, but I didn’t care. I was desperate to see his drawings, he’s so amazing at art, he’s always been quite the creative one.

                I flipped through the pages of the first notebook finding pages upon pages of tattoos, and random doodles. I sighed, I don’t really know what I was looking for, but I was hoping to find something that showed anything of our friendship. I wanted to know why he all of sudden decided to seek me out, and try to rekindle our friendship. I grabbed the next sketch book and flipped through it, stopping on a page that Harry had taped a photo of us together outside at the park. He was standing in the center, and I was leaning over his shoulders trying to get in the photo. Memories came rushing back. I felt a pang in my heart. Underneath the photo was a sketch of it, which looked so surreal. I began flipping through the pages, finding more and more sketches of me when I was younger, in art, in history, and at my old lunch table.  Words couldn’t describe what I was feeling right then and there.  I was mix of happy, sad, confused, and a bit angry. All this time Harry had been feeling something towards our old friendship, maybe even towards me.

“What are you looking at?” a raspy voice asked from behind me.  I quickly shut the sketch book and turned around with it behind my back.

Harry.

“N-nothing” I stuttered, while setting the notebook back on the desk.

“That’s not what it looks like.” He raised his eyebrows

“What does it look like?”

“You were going through my things.”

“I got lost, I had to use the bathroom, and I thought this was it, and I came in here and looked at the note books to figure out whose room this was.” Harry walked towards me.

“Liar.” He breathed

“I should go..” I tried to side step him, while looking at the ground.  Harry blocked my way out.

“What did you see?”

“Nothing I shouldn’t have” I lied smoothly

“Mhm”

“Ok, I saw the drawings of you and I, and the others of me.”

“Cami…Why did we stop being friends? What happened?”

“You know what you did Harry, don’t make me say it.”

“No I actually don’t what did I do?”

“Harry. You practically got up one day and said hey I don’t want to be your friend anymore and left me. You broke me, Harry, and now we’re here doing god knows what, but I don’t think I can do this.”

“Cami, it wasn’t what you thought it was.”

“Oh really? It wasn’t what I thought it was?” my voice rose in anger, “You stopped talking to me in 7th grade, and if that’s not bad enough, you dated my supposed best-friend Sara, right in front of me. It wasn’t what it looked like? Harry you practically crushed my heart.”  Harry’s face grimaced and I spat my venomous words in his face.

“Cami, you don’t know my reasoning behind that.” Harry clenched his fists, gritting his teeth, “You don’t understand why I did all that. God it was so obvious, how could you not see it.” Harry ran a hand through his mop of curls.

“Since we’re putting all the cards on the table, tell me Styles. I deserve to know why you deserted me. If you didn't want to be my friend any more you could've told me.” I hissed. My veins were pumping with anger and adrenaline. It felt amazing to get this off my chest.

“Cami, I was in love. With YOU! Couldn't you see it? I stopped talking to you to try and save myself the pain. I knew you wouldn't ever like me back, and I tried to push my feelings for you away, but I couldn't. Every time I looked at you, every time we hung out, every time I heard your mellifluous voice, I was reminded of the fact I couldn't have you.  I couldn't keep doing that, feeling my heart break every time I saw you. I had to stop talking to you, or it would've become worse. Then when I stopped talking to you, seeing that sad, confused look on your face every time I walked right by you, like you meant nothing. Do you not realize how difficult that was for me? I had to try something to get you off my mind, since not talking to you didn't work, so I tried to date Sara, but I couldn’t stand to see that hurt look on your face, every time you saw us together. Cami I never wanted to stop being your friend, but I had no other choice.” Harry looked at the ground, taking deep breaths.

Harry loved me? He actually loved me? He didn’t do that purposely?

“You l-loved m-me?” I choked out the words, “You did have another choice.” Harry looked up, I saw the tears in his eyes. I couldn't stand not being able to touch him.

“Yeah I did, and what other choice did I have?”

“You could’ve told me.” I sighed, “Maybe I felt the same way.” I mumbled

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