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?


20. Camille and Louis' Responsibility

I drove back to the house. Finally after a couple of hours arguing with that jerk and ended up for me paying for the damage of that fucking Audi, the police let me go. I drove wrathfully on the road then passed Nando's. I instantly felt hungry by seeing the logo of Niall's favorite restaurant. I turned around and stopped at Nando's.

I took a seat then placed the order. I ordered Peri-Peri Chicken for myself and packed 5 bags of the same chicken for the boys, Perrie, and Danielle. The order came and I ate by myself. I was still pissed and disappointed of what happened this morning, it was a shitty day and I really wanted to scream as loud as I could. I munched the chicken quickly, then I heard Back For You intro as my phone vibrated. I pulled my phone from my pocket and looked at the screen. There was a call from unknown number. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I answered abruptly. After a couple of seconds in silence, the call was ended. Fuck, who the hell was that? I put the phone back to my pocket and continued eating.

A few moments later my phone vibrated and rang again. I picked it up indignantly and tapped the answer button.

"Who is this?" I asked harshly. There was a silence for a moment.

"I'm gonna hang up!" I said irately. I knew it was rude but I was in such a horrible mood.

"Wait!" that voice across the phone yelled. It was a girl's voice, and sounded familiar. But I couldn't figure out who was that.

"Who's this and what do you want?" I snapped.

"It's Leigh," she answered softly. I could tell she was very nervous. Guilt crept on me. I knew she should had been the angry one, not me, knowing I left her this morning. But I just had shitty things today, so i deserved to be angry too.

"Sorry, Leigh. What's the matter?" I softened my tone.

"Um, I'm just wondering if you want to take Harry's stuffs and car and keep them in your house," she said.

"Well," I trailed off, thinking about my answer. "I can't."

"Why? Um, I can keep them in my motel room if you don't mind," she said. I shoved a piece of chicken into my mouth and munched.

"That's a great idea. I just don't want the boys question me why I bring Harry's stuffs without himself. I still don't want to tell them about Harry," I said.

"Okay, I can keep them as long as you don't mind."

"That's totally fine with me, thank you so much and sorry for bothering."

"You're welcome."

"Anyway," I gulped. "Sorry for leaving you this morning," I apologized. "I was really fucked up and needed to cool down myself," I excused.

"Well, don't do that again, okay?" she replied.

"Okay, thanks, Leigh. I'll see you later," I said then hung up. I sighed. I didn't want to tell her about the kidnapper's van that I saw this afternoon. It was embarrassing knowing lost the van and shit happened instead.

I realized that I had bothered Leigh. She didn't make this trouble, I caused this. But she got bothered by helping us. I had to get her out of this trouble that Camille and I caused.

I finished my dinner then paid for the foods. After that I walked towards the way out. Suddenly some men and a girl rushed in and quickly took a seat. They almost ran into me. I was surprised, they ordered insanely like they were drunk. I watched them, and I recognized them as The Wanted members. No wonder, I thought. It was rare for them to eat in posh restaurant so they freaked out like that. I glanced at them again and saw Taylor Swift. I bet she paid for the food since The Wanted couldn't afford that. But why was she with The Wanted? I knew she was so picky and always wanted to be classy. Why did she hang out with those bad boys for life?

I took last glance then quickly walked out of the restaurant before any of them could see me. I reached my car that was parked next to a black van then entered it. I started the ignition, but didn't move the car at all. I rested my elbow on the steering wheel and rested my chin on my hand. I was thinking about the one I really missed. Harry. How was he? I didn't have any clue about his condition. Was he okay? What was he doing now? Was he crying?

I just couldn't imagine his condition now, it must had been bad. I had to find him now. I had to find the kidnappers and save him from the sorrow. I caused the troubles and I had to fix this. I hit the gas pedal and drove along the parking lot, left that black van, and joined the vehicles on the road. I drove quickly to the house, in hope I could freshen my mind and find the way to save Harry.



I lied on my bed, rolled right and left, tried to get comfortable position. It had been late at night but I couldn't sleep. Today was unbelievable, I finally came back home with my dad. I stared at my old room, looked at the stars on my ceiling. I remembered my dad made it for my 7th birthday 11 years ago. He worked on it all day. The stars glowed in the dark and they were so beautiful. I smiled, thinking of good memories I had with my dad. I was glad I had fixed my relationship with my dad. We had a long chat this afternoon, and talked about everything. Now I realized that I left him for a very super ridiculous reason. I determined that I would always listen to my dad and never ruin anything between us.

I inhaled deeply. My mind drifted to someone who crawled to my mind, who made me awake all night and couldn’t sleep. I wondered how was he doing now. I really missed him, missed the old times with him. I could barely remember the taste of his lips when we kissed, and the warmth of his body when we embraced.

I missed Harry.

The last thing I heard about him was that he left the band. After that, the boys never texted me or called me again. Gosh, I ruined One Direction! I tore them apart, then left them without trying to be responsible. I didn’t even try to fix that. I gulped. I had no idea what I had to do to bring everything back to normal.

I closed my eyes and covered my face with the duvet, trying to sleep. But every time I breathed, his curls popped on my mind. Then the flashback of memories of our old times played on my mind like a movie. His cheeky smile haunted me every time I blinked.

Then suddenly my phone rang, caused me to jump in surprise. I grabbed my phone from the dresser then saw the screen. I gasped. My hand trembled and my heart beat much faster.

It was Louis.

Why did he call? He never called, so what was that call for? Well, I needed to figure it out by answering the call. But I was paralyzed, I just stared at the screen for a while then the ring stopped. Damn, I missed the call. I held the phone, preparing myself if he called again.

A minute later Louis’ name popped on my phone screen as my phone began to ring. I quickly answered it.

“Hello,” I answered nervously.

Hey, Camille,” Louis said huskily. I could hear he cleared his throat and inhaled, about to say something. But then he exhaled, held the words back.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Um, it’s about Harry,” he answered.

“How’s him?” I asked bluntly.

I don’t know,” he said. “I have no idea how’s he doing, or is he okay.”

“He left the band?” I felt my eyes got warmer. Tears hung on the edge of my eyes, ready for the free fall. “It’s my fault.”

Our fault,” he corrected.

“If we didn’t do that,” I tried to hold back the tears but I couldn’t. “If we didn’t do that, he wouldn’t had left the band,” I said in tears.

He didn’t leave the band,” he said. My heart stopped for a second. That words across the phone felt like a rain in a desert.

“Really?” I asked, my tone showed a little bit of excitement. “Where’s he now?”

I don’t know, he’s kidnapped.”

It was like the earth stopped spinning and the whole universe was sucked into a deep black hole.



“So here’s the last place I saw the van yesterday,” I said pointing at the road where I lost the van.

"Why didn't you chase further?" Camille asked. I turned to see her sitting on the passenger's seat , looking at the road. Damn, she looked like a sex goddess.

"I lost it. I was trapped on the traffic light then hit a car and ended up at the police station," I explained.

"That's bad. Anyway, thanks for telling me about him. It gives me the chance to fix my mistakes and start everything over again," she said without looking at me. I just nodded and ran my hands to her shoulder, squeezed it gently. I told her about Harry last night. I decided to involve her in this search, instead of Leigh because however, Camille and I caused this trouble and we both had to finish what we started, fix what we went wrong. I took a deep breath then drove to Southwark St then stopped at Frank's Cafe to have breakfast and  discuss about this.

"So, what's your plan?" she asked right after we placed our order. I raised my shoulder and stared at her brown eyes.

"Honestly, I have no plans," I answered. She sighed.

"What should we do then?" she questioned.

"I don't know, Camille. Do you have any idea?" 

"What's the van's police number?" she asked. I told her the police number and she nodded.

The waitress served our food and we ate in silence. I stole a look at her every minute and watched her eating. Then she lifted her head to look at me. I quickly turned my head and chewed slowly whilst tapping my fingers to the table and humming one of my favorite song, Over Again.

"Hey Louis," she called softly. I nervously looked at her and raised my eyebrows.

"The place where you lost the van was near my house," she said.

"Really? Where's your house?" I asked.

"I mean my old house. I've gotten back to my dad since yesterday," she replied.

"Gosh! I'm so happy for you! So how's he?"

"Good, he's good. We get closer and finally he allow me to date whoever I want as long as he won't do something bad to me."

"That's amazing," I said heartily.

"Thanks," she smiled. "I'll watch my neighborhood around to see if I can find that black van."

"Okay, hopefully we can save him. We must find him soon, next week we'll have a show and signings in Liverpool," I said.

"I hope so," she replied shortly. We continued our lunch then walked out of the cafe after I paid for the food.

We entered my car took our seat. I didn't start the ignition, I just sat there and looked outside the window, thinking about the girl next to me.

Then it came again. The lust, the passion. Without thinking any further, I moved my body and leaned to her seat, rested all of the weight of my body on her. She gasped, before she could act, my lips were on hers. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me.



I lost it. I really lost myself. The first touch of his lips drifted me to heaven, satisfied the drought in my heart.

I kissed back and for a while, I really enjoyed it. I closed my eyes, let him shove his tongue inside my mouth and explored my mouth. Our tongue fought for dominance. I licked his lips and moaned quietly in his mouth as my hands ran through his hair. I pulled myself closer and closer to him, enjoyed every inch of the warmth of his body. His breath was deep against my skin, and his chest moved up and down against mine. He moaned lightly against my mouth and moved his hand to my hair, entwined and played with my brown wavy hair.

Then my sanity came back.

My eyes suddenly fluttered open. I groaned then pushed him away but he was too strong. I bit his lips then he opened his eyes and pulled away. He looked puzzled and after seeing my face, he finally understood and sat back to his seat. I looked at my feet, regretted that kiss. I blinked several times to hold back the tears then lifted my head and looked through the window.  He cleared his throat then started the engine.

"I'm sorry," he muttered huskily. I inhaled heavily, then managed myself to speak.

"Why if we're together, we end up like this?" my voice came out as a whisper. He cleared his throat again and took a deep breath.

"I-" he gulped. "I don't know." I sighed and pouted.  I glanced at him who was driving. Why if I was with Louis, we always ended up like this, with make out session even sex? 

"Where are we going?" I questioned.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked back.

"J-just take me home, please," I demanded.

"Okay, but before that I want to clean everything up for Leigh," he said. He had told me everything and about Leigh Fabregas, the girl who helped him to find Harry.

"I don't want to involve her in this trouble anymore. We caused this and we'll fix this. She's innocent and don't need to get troubles because of us," he stated. I just nodded.

"Would you help me?" he asked. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows, questioning.

"Please take Harry's car and stuffs from Leigh's motel, and keep them in your house. I can't take them to One Direction's house, and don't want to bother Leigh," he said.

"Okay, I'll keep them," I replied. I knew he couldn't tell the other boys about the kidnap. They didn't need to know, it would just bother and trouble them. Then we spent the whole journey to Leigh's motel in silence.

"Here we are," Louis said then got out of his car. I opened my door then followed him. He pulled his phone from his pocket then texted someone. We entered a room and greeted by a beautiful blonde girl.

"Hey, Louis," she greeted then looked at me. "Oh, you must be Camille. I'm Leigh, nice to meet you," she said whilst shaking my hand. She was very friendly.

"Yes," I replied. "Nice to meet you too, Leigh."

"So, I've told Camille about Harry. She'll take Harry's stuffs and help me to find him. I don't want to involve you in this trouble any longer. Sorry for bothering you before," Louis explained.

"But I'm not bothered and I really want to help," she insisted.

"It'll just bring you troubles. Camille and I made this trouble, and we both will fix this. You're blameless, so I'm trying to clean you up from this shit," said Louis.

"Thank you for your help before, and don't worry, we're sure we can save Harry," I said.

"But-" she tried to speak.

"No but's," Louis cut her off. "Please, let us fix this. It's our fault, not yours. Stay out of troubles, okay." Leigh just frowned and nodded then gave Harry's suitcases and his key.

"I put his phone and wallet on the first pocket. Sorry for using his phone," she said.

"That's okay," I said.

"I'll keep this," Louis said pulling Harry's phone and wallet from the suitcase then put them in his pocket. Before that, he turned Harry's phone off. 

"We need to go now, thank you so much, Leigh," said Louis then walked away carrying Harry's suitcase.

"Yeah, thank you very much. See you later," I said then waved. She waved back and nodded as I followed Louis to the parking lot. We reached the parking lot then walked towards a black Range Rover.

"Here's the key, you drive his car and keep it in your house. Please keep it in the garage and don't let anyone see this. Don't use this to go outside, I'm afraid people will spot this," he said handing me his key. I received the key and unlocked his door.

"And his suitcase, please keep this," he said again and put the suitcase inside Harry's car.

"Okay," I replied.

"So," he cleared his throat. "I'll go back to the house. You can go back to your house," he said.

"Thanks, Lou. Bye," I said then stepped forward to hug him. We embraced for a while then let go.

"You're welcome, Camille. Promise me to reply my texts and answer my calls," he said and smiled.

"I promise," I smiled and looked at his eyes. We stared at each other then the sparks grew again. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I suddenly had an urge to kiss him. I gave him the code, I stepped forward and looked at his lips then moved my eyes back to his eyes. I could tell he got that code, he suddenly moved his head towards me. Our face got closer and closer then he quickly pulled away and turned around. I looked at the ground and blushed deep red, embarrassed.

"See you later," he said awkwardly then walked to his car and drove away, leaving me who was still standing still next to Harry's car. I sighed, felt really disappointed. I slowly entered the Range Rover and started the ignition. It took a while to heat the vehicle up, knowing it hadn't used for days.

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