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?

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17. Back Home

A/N: Soo... thanks for reading (:

Well, I'm in my school right now, and my teacher's coming so byeeee and enjoy the chapter!! :D 

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*clicks 'save and publish' and hides the laptop*

 

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CAMILLE'S POV

I missed Louis.

I had to get over him but I couldn't. I tried to erase him out of my mind but every time I blinked his face appeared on my mwind, and I could still hear his laugh echoed inside my head, his quiet moans ringing in my mind, and the taste of his soft lips on mine.

No, Camille. This is wrong.

I shook my head and closed my eyes tightly, tried to put that thoughts aside. That thoughts came every time I woke up in the morning. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't, so I rolled and got up, then walked towards the window. I opened the curtain and closed my eyes instantly as the bright blinding sun attacked me.

I yawned and lazily walked to the bathroom. I took a look at the mirror and found my self was horrible with messy hair and puffy eyes. I washed my face then stripped off. I turned on the shower, let the cold water freshened my body. I poured the shampoo on my hair and rubbed my hair. I was washing my hair when I heard a knock on the door.

"Yea?" I answered the knock.

"Camille, do you have plans for today?" asked Aunt Belle.

"No, why?"

"Let's go shopping then," she said.

"I'm not in the mood for shopping, auntie. Sorry," I replied.

"No, I don't want to see you miserable and doing nothing here. We'll have lots of fun," she insisted.

"But-"

"No excuse, you're going with me," she stated.

"Okay," I sighed and continued having shower.

After had done with the shower I walked to the dresser and picked outfits to wear today. I decided to be casual like my original style, so I grabbed orange T-shirt and black denim, matched with orange sneaker. I didn't wear any make up, because I didn't like them. I only use make up only for formal events like parties or movie premiere, where I used to walk and pose on the red carpet with Harry. I sighed. I remembered Harry always complimented me, said that I was beautiful without make up.

I took last glance at the mirror and smiled, I satisfied of being me. Then I walked downstairs to see Aunt Belle was waiting for me in the living room.

"Let's go," she said. I just nodded and followed her on the tail to her car.

Aunt Belle lived alone since her husband and daughter died in airplane crash in Japan five years ago. But she never looked sad. She accepted their death instantly and continued her life without them. She was different with me. When my mom died of breast cancer six years ago I was so low and locked myself from the world for a month. I was about to suicide because my mom was the closest one to me, but then Aunt Belle put my spirit up. Finally I could accept her death and go back to school. I always admired my favorite aunt's spirit, she was very strong and brave. She could solve problems wisely. I wish I could be like her.

She entered the driver's seat and I got into the passenger's seat next to her. She started the engine and joined the crowd of vehicles in the road.

 

LOUIS' POV

"But why, Uncle Pat? I know you've solved heaps of cases like this. Why can't?" Leigh protested. My body turned weak and numb as the hope fell off the cliff.

"Sorry, dear. But it's not my region and I'm not permitted to lack for that in London. I can only do this in Vegas. For this case, it's the local police's responsibility, not mine. I'm so sorry," Agent Patrick excused. I just sat there and stared at the ground. I couldn't say any words because I knew my tears would spill.

"What should we do then?" she asked as the tears streamed down her face slowly.

"I have a friend, he's London police," he answered.

"But we're not telling anyone about this. We're afraid the media will know. We don't want people to know," she stated.

"I will try to find out, I promise. I'll do my best for this. I'll wander this town to find the car. But I can't do the sure thing to find him right now, sorry," he said.

"Louis, what will we do now?" she turned to me. Her puffy eyes caught me playing with a small piece of paper of the kidnapper's van's police number she wrote. I just shook my head, tried my best to hold the tears and stared at her handwriting.

"Come on, you're his best friend. You can figure out the way to find him. Please, I know only you can save him," she shook my shoulder. I just glanced at her without saying anything. I knew if I talked I would burst into tears.

"If you find more clues, I promise I'll help," said the fucking useless LVPD agent. I really wanted to punch his ugly face right now.

I stood up in front of him and glared at him. I was about to throw my fist on his face but I held myself. I had to control my emotion. I groaned then rushed outside.

"Wait, where are you going?" Leigh yelled. I didn't turn my head, I just walked down the corridor.

"Don't you go like a coward you, jerk!" she screamed in front of her door. I just ignored and entered the lift to the basement where I parked my car. I left the motel and wandered nowhere, didn't know where to go. I needed to go somewhere to think, and figure out the way to find my best friend who was kidnapped and fix all my mistakes, then start everything over again.

 

CAMILLE'S POV

I narrowed my eyes. No way, it couldn't be him. It couldn't be. I stared at the guy in horror, watched his every single move.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" asked Aunt Belle as she caught the change of my face expression.

"Let's get out of here," I said, grabbed her hand, about to drag her out of the Top Shop.

"Wait, I haven't paid for these clothes," she protested.

"Forget about that, we can buy them next time," I said.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"He's here-" I gasped. My eyes followed the tall figure approached us, his brown hair moved in a rhythm as he walked and his blue eyes caught mine. Shit, he saw me. I dropped my bags and quickly ran out of the store. I tried to escape but I felt his grip on my wrist.

"There you are," his raspy voice vibrated through my bones.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted, tried to get away from him. My eyes met his, and suddenly all of the memories spilled.

 

3 MONTHS AGO

"Where are you going?" my dad asked harshly.

"I'm going out with Harry," I said rudely.

"Did I told you not to see him again?"

"Who are you, forbidding me from seeing him?" I replied in high tone.

"I'm your dad and I'm telling you that you're not allowed to go out with him," he replied coldly.

"But why?" I protested loudly.

"You can date another guy but him," he said.

"But I love him! Why not him?"

"He's a bad boy, he's from a boy band and a boy band member is usually bring bad influences. Can't you see, he's tattooed and naughty!

"He's not! He's very sweet and gentle. You have no rights to forbid me. I've graduated from high school and I can do anything I want," I yelled.

"You're just a little girl that was born yesterday, and I'm the one who decide who to date with and who to stay away from," he replied.

"You can say any shit you want but one thing for sure, I won't leave Harry!" I shouted.

"Fine! You're not belonged here then!" he yelled back.

"I hate you and I'll never come back!" I screamed and ran to my room, packed my bags and took everything I could bring as quick as I could, then left my house with a big suitcase. I walked out of my house and found Harry's Range Rover was waiting for me outside the fence. I entered the car and sat on the passenger's seat next to my boyfriend.

"What is that for?" he asked after kissed my lips.

"Take me away, I'm not coming back there," I answered.

Since that day, I lived with the boys in their house. I had never came back to see my dad and honestly didn't want to.

 

PRESENT TIME

 

"Where have you been?" he asked harshly.

"Stay away from my life!" I started to yell at the one who raised my since my mom died.

"Please come back," his voice got softened.

"I'm not coming back!"

"Please, I'm begging you. I've been searching for you for ages," he said whilst kneel on his knees in front of me.

"Please get up," I said in tears.

"No until you say you'll come back."

I gulped. My dad's eyes turned red as a few tears hung on the corner. I started to think the reason why I left. Oh yea, it was just because of silly thing. I regretted it now.

"I'll come back," I said. He got up and hugged me tight. I cried on his shoulder and he rubbed my back, crying too.

"I'm sorry, Camille. I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, dad. Sorry," I replied. We let go off our hug and smiled in tears, didn't care if people watched us. "I'm so sorry, dad. It's all my fault. I should have listened to you."

"And I shouldn't have let you go," he said. We hugged again.

"I miss you," I whispered.

"I miss you too," he said. Then Aunt Belle approached.

"Finally," she smiled.

"Thanks, auntie. Thanks for everything," I said and hugged her.

"So you're going home?" she asked. I just nodded and watched a smile grew on my dad's face.

We all left the mall and went to Aunt Belle's house to take my stuffs. After that, we said goodbyes and I left her house with my dad.

"I'm glad you're back," said my dad as we reached our house. I entered the house and hugged him again. Then I walked to my room upstairs to put my stuffs back to where it belonged. I sat on my bed, stared at my old room. It was still the same, and the stuffs were right where I left. I really missed this house, and my dad. I was so glad to be back home.

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