Over Again (18+)

Camille's relationship with Harry was perfect until she was torn and cheated. Things got worse after Harry found out and troubles came over. Before everything has fixed, another troubles came again and broke hearts into pieces. Trust was broken, friendship was betrayed. Could Camille make everything straight and start this over again?


36. After The Accident


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I plopped on the couch next to Camille then threw my phone to the table in front of the couch. I sneaked my arms around her shoulder then let out a long sigh and squeezed my eyes shut. My heart was racing against my chest, and my palm was clammy. Even though Leigh had said that they were okay, I still could neither stop worrying about them nor keep myself calm. I really hated when I sensed bad feeling, especially about my best friends. I recalled the last time I sensed bad feeling, and that was when Harry was kidnapped. My bad feeling was right, and I didn't want it to be right again this time.

Don't think about it, Louis. They're perfectly fine, like what Leigh said. They're on their way home and you'll see them soon. There's nothing to worry about.

I wanted to believe the little voice inside my head. Harry was a careful lad, he would drive home carefully and get here safely. I believed that.

But they're on the road now. On the fucking road. Anything can happen on the road.

Another silly voice echoed in my mind. This time it was surprisingly louder. I wanted to believe the first voice, but the second one seemed more convincing. I covered my face with my hands and groaned in frustration.

"Lou!" Camille exclaimed and snapped her fingers in front of my face. I flinched and jumped a little.

"W-what?" I stuttered. Her angelic face looked worried and confused.

"You okay?" she asked carefully. "That was the fourth time I called you," she said.

"I'm okay," I said. Camille raised her eyebrow at me. I squeezed her shoulder gently to reassure her. "I was just thinking," I mumbled.

"About what?" she questioned.

"Nothing, not a big deal," I said and shrugged.

"Care to tell?"

"It's nothing, Camille. Just random thoughts," I decided not to tell her about my bad feeling, because it would make me feel worse.

Camille still had that confused look on her face but I shrugged it off. I fixed my gaze on the telly and watched a woman sneaked around a house whilst holding a gun. I could tell by the outfit she was wearing she must had been a cop, or an investigator. And the house was probably the suspect's house.

"What is it?" I asked, pointed at the TV. I tried to change the topic to make things less awkward.

"A gun," she cocked an eyebrow at me and looked at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yes I know it is a gun, honey," I said slowly. "I mean what show is it?" I corrected my question before.

"Oh," she chuckled. Damn, her laugh was very adorable. She was beyond perfection. "It's CSI," she said chuckling.

"You like CSI?" I asked.

"Yes! That's one of my favorite show," she answered jovially. "It's so cool how they solve a complicated criminal case. The way they investigate is just so cool!" she said. Her eyes were shining in excitement. I just nodded and ran my fingers through her soft black hair and stroked her hair gently. Then I gently put her head on my shoulder and kissed the top of her head. She giggled adorably and wrapped her small arm around my back.

"You like CSI?" she asked. Her voice was so cute.

"If I liked CSI I would have known what show it is, silly," I laughed and kissed her head again. She chuckled and I pinched her cheek lightly. She was very cute.

"Anyway where did Harry and Leigh go?" she asked.

"Kew Gardens," I replied. "He rented it," I told her.

"The whole place?" she asked. I nodded and watched her face, her eyes widened and her mouth formed an 'o' shape.

"Wow," she mumbled in a low voice, but still sounded cute. "That's crazy," she said under her breath.

"Yeah," I sighed. I started to feel bad. Harry had taken Leigh to a super romantic date, by renting Kew Gardens. It was very romantic, sweet, and crazy. The first date, but I bet it was the date they would never forget. Me, in the other hand, had never taken Camille to any date.

I had to plan the first date with Camille. She didn't like flowers, so a park or garden wasn't a good place for her. She was a simple girl, so I had to pick a perfect place that she'd like. Maybe a beach? I could take her to the beach, and rent the whole beach.

But then I shook my head. No, there was no way I would take her to the beach for the first date. It would just remind her much about Harry. I knew her first date with Harry was at the beach, and they made it official at the beach too. I wouldn't take her to that place. I had to find another place.

The ringtone of my phone kicked me out of my thoughts. I flinched and quickly grabbed my phone, then looked at the screen. It was Paul.

"Yeah, Paul?" I answered after slid the screen.

"Go to London Bridge Hospital now," he ordered in a strict voice. I felt like my blood stopped flowing and my heart stopped beating as the words reached my ears.

"Okay," I replied then hung up without asking any further. Paul was about to say something else but I had already ended the call. I didn't want to waste any time. My bad feeling was getting stronger every second, and I knew it must had been about Harry. And Leigh as well.

I quickly stood up and grabbed Camille's wrist, then rushed towards the garage where I parked my car, dragging her.

"Lou? Wha-"

"Shut up," I cut her off. "Sorry. Just go with me, don't ask anything because I don't know," I said, almost yelled. My voice sounded frustrated and worried. She just nodded and kept her mouth shut. She squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile.

We entered my car and I didn't even bother opening the door for her. That time I didn't care about anything, I just couldn't keep Harry and Leigh out of my mind. As I sat on the driver's seat I quickly started the engine and drove in high speed, without buckling my seat belt. On the way to the hospital I explained everything to Camille.



"Is he gonna make it?" I heard a man's voice. It sounded very familiar, but I couldn't tell whose voice it was. But it sounded.. worried and scared.

"Is he in comma?" a girl's voice filled the silence. I knew this voice too, but I just couldn't recognize. I wanted to see who were here, but all I see was black. Darkness.

"No, his injuries weren't too bad. He probably hit his head at the accident," another voice came. I totally didn't know that voice. It was deep and husky, probably a man.


Oh yea, I remembered. I had a car accident. It was clear that I passed out when it happened. And now I was at the hospital. I felt my whole body ached. And my head and feet hurt the most. I breathed in and out, tried to get rid of the pain.

After a few seconds I felt my body relaxed, and I thought I could open my eyes. I lifted my eyelids a little, and could see the light, just slightly. I could hear voices of people talking, and that was when I realized that they were Louis and Camille. And probably the doctor. I closed my eyelids again. I knew I could open my eyes. But I didn't. I was terrified to see my best friends. I was terrified to face the reality, that I just had a car crash.

Memories of the accident flooded in my mind, playing like a movie. The flashback of me driving home. Then Louis' call. Then I remembered stopping at the traffic light. I could picture myself waiting for the red light, while kissing Leigh. Then a loud bang, the sound of shattering glass and broken metal. I recalled the hectic scene of the accident, when things splashed everywhere. The noises, the collision. And then here I was, lying with eyes closed. I was sure I was at the hospital.

But where was Leigh? We were kissing before I passed out. Did she make it? Did she pass out? Did she hurt? Was she at the hospital? I closed my eyes tightly. I didn't want to lose Leigh. If something bad happened to her, I wouldn't stop blaming myself.

Leigh's face appeared inside my head. A figure of her dancing inside my head. Her beautiful laugh echoed in my mind, made all my muscles relaxed. I imagined her smile, her eyes smiling when she smiled. I loved the color of her eyes. They were darker than mine, but they looked like a leaf.

I heard Louis said something, but I couldn't hear it clearly. Then I heard Paul's voice, and Liam's voice. I knew they were expecting me to open my eyes, but I didn't want to. I was afraid if I opened my eyes, Leigh would be gone.

"Why don't he open his eyes?" I heard Niall spoke.

"Open your eyes, Harry," Louis whispered. I heard he sniffed and sobbed a little. He was crying?

"Harry," a little voice whispered. It was... Leigh!

Like a reflect, my eyes shot open so quickly. And a pair of dark green eyes met mine, made my heart beat much faster.

"Leigh," I whispered. She took my hand in hers, and I saw tears in the corner of her eyes fell and made tear stain on her cheek. I lifted my shaking hand slowly and wiped the tears in her cheek. My thumbs caressed her cheek gently.

At the moment, there was a silence in the room. Maybe everyone was shocked because I woke up in all of sudden. My eyes swept the room for a second, and I could see Leigh, Louis, Camille, Paul, Liam, Josh, Niall, and the doctor in the room.

I drew my attention back to Leigh. I examined her face, while caressed her face softly with my hand. She had bruises on her cheek under her eyes and on her forehead. Also a bandage on her left upper arm. There was a blood stain on the bandage, so it was probably a wound. She also had bruises and little scars in her body.

"Harry, you're awaken," Niall said.

"Ssh," Louis hissed at him, didn't want to let Niall ruin my moment with Leigh. I glanced at Louis and gave him a thank-you smile, then sneaked my hand to the back of Leigh's neck. Leigh had her hand on top of my other hand.

I pulled her face closer to me, ignoring the pain in my arm. She bent down closer and closer to me, until our lips met. Our lips brushed against each other's, and moved slowly until she pulled away.

"Hey guys," I spoke huskily, and looked at the others who were standing around my hospital bed.

"Thank God you're awake now," Louis said and sighed in relief. He wiped the tears in his eyes and smiled.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice was small and raspy.

"You had a car accident," Paul said. "A car hit you from behind."

"I know," I muttered. "What happened next?" I questioned.

"Well you just got bruises and little scars. But you also had broken ankle," the doctor said. "And despite you hit your head before you passed out, your head is fine," he added.

I sighed in relief. So my condition wasn't that bad. I was so lucky. I could had been dead, for God's sake! The crash was pretty bad but fortunately I survived without serious injury.

"And how's Leigh? I asked again. I really hoped her condition was much better than me.

"She's fine, just had bruises and small scars," he answered.

"Phew. Thank God," I sighed. "I love you, Leigh," I said to her. I was so relived and happy knowing Leigh was okay.

"I love you too," she whispered.

"Aw," Niall cooed. Louis punched his stomach playfully and I just laughed.

"So when can he go home?" Paul asked.

"He has to take a rest here until tomorrow morning but after he goes home he has to take a rest in bed for five days. You have to get back here in three weeks. Don't remove the bandage and the plaster cast on your ankle," the doctor replied. Paul listened to his explanation carefully whilst nodding his head.

"So I have to wear this weird heavy thing on my feet for three weeks?" I asked and looked at him with wide eyes. Paul glared at me.

"It's a plaster cast, and yes, you have to wear it for three weeks," Paul said. I rolled my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was 2 AM. Damn, I was so tired.

I yawned loudly as my eyelids became heavier. I closed my eyes slowly and drifted into sleep.



The next day I woke up in Harry's room, at One Direction's house. I didn't go back to the motel yesterday. When I looked at my phone to see what time it was, my phone was blowing up like crazy. I looked at the clock, it was almost 10 o'clock in the morning. The notifications on my phone couldn't stop popping, and they were from Twitter.

I opened my Twitter and my mentions were full of Directioners. My followers also increased a lot. The last time I checked I only had about 4,000 followers, and now it was ten times more. I wondered how did they know my Twitter username.

I saw the trending topics, there were three topics about Harry. The first one was #GetWellSoonHarry. The next one was Harry and Leigh, and the last one was #HowAboutHamille. Then I scrolled through my mentions and timeline, the tweets were about the car crash, the date in Kew Gardens, and about Harry and Camille. Apparently they didn't know that Harry had broken up with Camille. I was confused at first, but then I remembered that Harry didn't tell anyone except his band mates and management about his relationship with Camille. And now people didn't know that Camille was dating Louis.

There were also hates from the fans, who disagreed about my relationship with Harry. Most of people shipped Hamille (Harry and Camille), not Harry and me. I wasn't surprised if Directioners loved Camille so much. She was such a sweet girl. She was kind and caring. And don't forget she was extremely beautiful. No wonder why Directioners wanted Harry to be with Camille instead of me that was definitely not enough for him.

I read the tweets and replied some, then closed the Twitter app. After that I went to setting and turned the notifications from Twitter off. Then I rolled out of the comfy bed and got up. I walked towards the human sized mirror that was hanging on the wall.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and wrinkled my nose. My hair was in such a mess, I meant huge mess. There was still a bit make up on my face and I was still wearing the polka-dot dress since yesterday. I also smelt unpleasant. Overall, I was gross.

I walked towards the bathroom, but then stopped when I realized that I didn't bring any clothes with me. I walked to Harry's closet to find some clothes I could borrow. I took a white T-shirt that looked small and a blue boxer then headed to the loo.

I stepped into the shower and turned the hot water on. I let the water drops massaged my back, and my body was relaxed by the heat. I washed my hair with Harry's shampoo and cleaned my body using his soap. Then I let the water washed the soap off. After that I stepped out of the shower and dried my body in Harry's towel.

As I dried my body I examined my naked body. There were a lot of bruises all over my body, and a wound on my upper arm. I looked at the reflection of my face in the mirror, and ran my fingers on the purple bruise on my cheek. It hurt a bit when I touched it, and it was quite big. The bruise was visible, and it was embarrassing. I didn't think make up could even cover the purple mark.

Then my fingers wandered down my neck. There were also small purple marks. As I touched the marks I realized that they were hickeys Harry gave at Kew Gardens. I smiled to myself remembering how perfect yesterday was, despite the car accident.

The first date with Harry was the day I would never forget. It was the best day ever, and I didn't care about the car accident anymore. As long as Harry and I were still alive, the crash wasn't a big deal I guessed.

I put my bra and undies from yesterday on, then slipped Harry's T-shirt on. Even at first it looked quite small, but when I slipped it on it looked so big. The sleeves nearly reached my elbow so I decided to rolled them. I put the boxer on and it ended up on the middle of my thigh. I stared at myself in Harry's clothes, and I looked funny and weird. But I didn't care, at least I still had something to cover my body.

I got out and walked downstairs to the kitchen to have breakfast. In the kitchen there were only Liam, Niall, and Josh, eating pancakes. Damn it, what was Josh doing here? I wasn't in the mood to face him right now.

"Morning," I said and took a seat next to Liam, the furthest distance from Josh.

"Morning, Leigh," Niall replied with mouth full of pancake. Liam nodded at me because he was munching the pancake, and Josh just stared at me with his cold eyes. His lips were pressed together into a thin line.

"Here you are," Liam handed me a plate of pancake after he gulped the pancake.

"Thanks," I muttered then started eating.

"You look cute in Harry's clothes," Liam commented. I blushed and saw Josh tensed up.

"You and Harry are perfect for each other," Niall said. I just chuckled and focused my gaze on the pancake, didn't dare to take a look at Josh's direction.

"Have you guys made it official?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, yesterday," I answered shyly.

"Congrats!" he exclaimed.

"Thanks," I smiled sheepishly.

"So," Josh spoke. My heart raced as I lifted my head and looked at him. "How was the date yesterday?" he asked casually.

"Um, g-good," I stuttered. I didn't know why but he made me nervous. Maybe because I was afraid he would attack me this time. But I doubted it, because Niall and Liam were here. If they weren't, Josh would probably kill me.

"What were you doing with him yesterday?" Liam asked curiously.

"Just walking around the gardens," I shrugged. I couldn't help but smiled to myself every time I recalled the events yesterday in Kew Gardens.

"Come on, tell us about yesterday. I believe Harry planned something special for you yesterday," Niall pushed on the subject.

"He just rented the whole place and that's all," I replied.

"We all know," Niall said. "But what did you do there?

Before I could say anything, Josh spoke, "Well if you don't want to tell us any further, you don't have to," he said. "Don't push her on the question," he said to Niall and Liam. They nodded but I could see the confusion on their faces.

I gave Josh a thank-you-for-saving-me smile, but he just looked at me in blank expression. He didn't smile back, his pink plump lips formed a straight line. I stared at his lips for a second until I realized what I was doing and quickly looked at another direction.

We finished our breakfast then headed to the hospital to see Harry. I brought Harry's clothes so he could change in the hospital. Paul drove us there with a limousine. I wondered why we used fancy vehicle just to the hospital but I didn't say anything about it. There were eight of us; Liam, Niall, Louis, Camille, Zayn, Perrie, Josh, and I. Danielle didn't come with us because she had to perform in Birmingham tonight.



Leigh trundled my wheelchair as she walked quickly, followed a man in white long sleeved shirt. The hall was surrounded by black doors and a window next to it. I could see the activity in each room through the transparent window. I passed a room with a woman who was typing in her computer, then another room with two men who was sitting face to face, talking. Then there was a room, it was bigger than the other rooms. Several people with formal outfits were inside, they were busy with their own business. Talking on the phone, writing something on a paper, talking with another man, and typing on the computer.

Then Leigh turned left, and entered a room. The room had white walls, a big table and several chairs. The man in white shirt took a seat behind the table and motioned us to take a seat in front of him. She sat on the chair and dragged my wheelchair next to her. I reached my hand out to her and took her hand in mine. She squeezed my hand gently and gave me a reassuring smile.

Since I still couldn't walk properly, I had to use wheelchair for a week. I hated wheelchairs, but I had no other choice. I looked around the room, it wasn't unfamiliar. I had ever been in this kind of room before, when we were interviewed by the police about the kidnapping thing.

Now here I was, in the police station with Leigh. After the doctor allowed me to go home, a police officer told me and Leigh to come here. We were about to be interviewed about the car accident. I had no idea why, it was just an ordinary accident. A random car hit us from behind and there was nothing exceptional.

I heard the sound of the door opened and another man in dark blue long sleeved shirt and black pants entered the room and sat in front of us. He looked quite old, older than the first man who leaded us here. He was probably in his 50's. He nodded at us and stuck his hand out for us to shake his hand.

"Good afternoon Mr. Styles and Ms. Fabregas," the older man greeted. We just nodded and he continued in a firm tone, "I'm Officer Landon and he's Officer Franklin," he introduced.

"And we bring you here to get information about the car accident that happened to you yesterday," Officer Franklin said.

"Um, okay?" I raised my eyebrow, didn't know what kind of information they wanted.

"First of all, we want to know what happened to you at the accident," he said.

"Well we were waiting at the red light and then a random car hit us from behind," I replied. "That's all," I shrugged. Officer Franklin wrote something on his notepad and nodded. I glanced at Leigh who was biting her bottom lip nervously. I knew what she was thinking. I smirked at her and she blushed. I didn't tell them that we were kissing when it happened.

"What were you doing when the crash happened?" Officer Landon asked curiously.

I couldn't help but chuckled. I bent my head and looked at the floor, tried so hard to stop myself from laughing. My face flushed scarlet red and when I looked at Leigh, she was blushing as well. I gave her a should-I-tell-them look, and she just shrugged. A wide smirk was plastered on her face, and her cheek was red. She focused her gaze on the floor, while her fingers were playing with the hem of her T-shirt. Wait, let me correct. It was my T-shirt. She looked very cute with my T-shirt that was too big on her.

I looked back at the two officers who looked at us with confusion all over their faces. I glanced at Leigh again but she was still looking at the ground. I bit my lip to stop myself from smirking and looked at them again. Officer Landon looked annoyed and he just cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Is that matter?" I asked back, my voice was a bit shaking.

"Of course!" Officer Landon replied. I realized that my question just made their curiosity grew bigger.

"Well," I glanced at Leigh again, but she was still had her gaze on the ground. "We were kissing while waiting for the red light," I said quickly and blushed again. I looked at Leigh whose cheeks were getting redder. "And when the collision happened, we were still kissing. We didn't let go off each other," I continued, decided to spill everything. "I thought it would be our last kiss," I muttered under my breath, hoping that they didn't hear the last part. But from their expression, I could tell that they heard that.

"Oh," he replied, nodded his head. He wrote something on his notepad and let the awkward silence take over.

"Okay, next question," Officer Franklin trailed off. "Do you have enemies? Like someone who clearly hate you and have a revenge to you?"

"Um, haters?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Yeah, there are some haters who hate me, and probably my band mates too. One Direction haters. They're usually called Directionators," I said.

"Yeah like the more popular you are, the more haters you get," Leigh said. "Some people are jealous of One Direction, so they start hating."

"No, not like that," he shook his head. "I mean someone who threaten you, who really want to harm you," he said.

"Um," I wrinkled my forehead, thinking who would like to harm me. Suddenly I remembered something. "Oh!" I exclaimed, raised my index finger. "The Wanted!" I exclaimed.

"The Wanted?" he questioned. I smirked. The Wanted was too unpopular hence the officers didn't even know who they were.

"It's a boy band, and they kidnapped Harry several days ago," Leigh told them.

"They're Max George, Siva Kaneswaran, Jay McGuiness, Tom Parker, and Nathan Sykes," I mentioned their names.

"Oh, I remember," Officer Landon said. "I know them, and they've been arrested."

"Well, do you know this person?" Officer Franklin asked whilst pulling a photo out from an envelope and put it on the table.

"This person is the one who hit your car from behind. From some sources we heard that she hit you on purpose," Officer Landon explained. "Do you have relation with her?" he asked, pointed at the picture. "Apparently this person has been trying to kill you."

I gasped, my jaw dropped in disbelief. My mouth was hanging open and I just stared at the picture in utterly shock. Leigh was surprised as well, her face looked very pale. My eyes bulged at the picture. It couldn't be! She.. tried to kill me?

I couldn't believe that. I just didn't know why. I never did anything wrong to her for God's sake! I had always been nice to her. 

I thought the car crash was a pure accident. I never thought that it was her attempt to kill me.

Why fucking why?

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