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?


40. Cleared Things Up


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Sorry for taking long time for updating.. ):

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Well, if you're wondering what Camille and Leigh looks like, I'll post pictures of them (:

I picture Camille as Camille Roberts from Big Time Rush. Her real name is Erin Sanders (:

Meanwhile, I picture Leigh as Jo Taylor from Big Time Rush. Her real name is Katelyn Tarver (:

And this is a picture of Camille and Leigh together (:

Maybe Camille looks more like curly than wavy hehehe :p

So what do you think about them? Aren't they gorgeous? :3

Anywho... I'm a Larry shipper, I 100% ship Larry with all my heart. I PERSONALLY believe they're real. Well, that's my opinion. It's fine if you're Elounor shippers or anything. I still love you all (: We're family, right? (:

So it's weird for me to write a story about Harry and Louis with girls. Hehehe. :P

BUUTTT.... Don't worry! I'm not getting Larry ending for this fanfic. In the end Harry and Louis will get their own girls. In this book, Harry and Louis are straight, so don't worry! (:

Well, enjoy the chapter, lovelies.

Massive love,

Denna <3





Today had been very awkward between me, Niall, and Harry. Fortunately the awkwardness wasn't too noticeable at the interview earlier. But however, Harry was still avoiding us, he was cold as ice. He refused to talk to us, or even look at us. Maybe he was disgusted at the fact that I had something between Niall.

It wasn't his fault though. The blame was on Niall and I, for having affection behind everyone's back; except Louis because he had found out about it himself. I felt bad for hiding this, especially I was the Daddy Direction who should had been a good example for the other boys.

I knew they would accept me if I was in love with Niall; if I was gay. Well, maybe I was bi. But the thing was, I was still in a relationship with Danielle. She had meant a lot to me, kept my head held high. She had been my strength, my support, my backbone. I wouldn't have been the way I was then without her.

I couldn't lie that I had been head over heels in love with Danielle. I had been, until the second when I kissed Niall for the first time. But things changed, without any warning. When I saw Niall differently; not as a best friend, but lover. 

I was the mess. I was the fucked up one. I was close to the edge, of ruining my friendship with Niall and my relationship with Danielle, that I had built for three years.

Why feelings screw everything? Why couldn't I choose who I was in love with? Hell, if I could choose, I would had chosen Danielle to be in love with. But I just couldn't. No matter how hard I had tried, I couldn't feel the same sparks as before when I was with Danielle. And I could neither stop the butterflies in my stomach nor shut the burning feelings of desire and lust inside my heart whenever my eyes got lost inside that irresistible ocean eyes which belonged to my own best friend.

I drowned the last gulp of Jager that was mixed with Red Bull to wipe away the ominous feeling on my stomach. I put the bottle back into the cabinet and exited the kitchen. I didn't want to drink too much and get hammered, I wasn't that kind of guy who liked to get wasted, unlike Niall. 

I had no plan for today, whilst the others were out, except Harry. Niall was seeing his friends from Mullingar who I didn't know who, Louis was out with Ashley, Zayn was somewhere with Perrie. Harry was in the guest room, probably sleeping. I was quite sure he was still mad at me.

After all, I had to sort things out with Harry. I had to break the ice between us. We couldn't keep ignoring each other, could we?

I braced myself and gathered all my courage as I walked towards the guest room slowly. My paces seemed unsure but I kept convincing myself that everything would be alright, that Harry and I would work our friendship out. No matter what, we were in the same band and we would always stick together.



9 years. Can you believe it? Nine fucking years.

Jailed for 9 motherfucking years. I just couldn't believe that. she had to stay inside the prison cell, caged there and unable to escape, unable to feel the beautiful world outside. Unable to see family and friends, unable to hang out, unable to feel the freedom.

Yeah, according to the judges' decision, Eleanor had to be jailed for nine years. It was the punishment for attempting to kill me, hurting me physically and caused my broken ankle, driving in high speed, and having a plan of murdering me in other ways. She also threatened my life, and Louis and the boys' life as well.

At first I couldn't believe that, until that confession escaped Eleanor's lips. She confessed by herself, that she, personally, had tried to kill me, and also had plans to end my life. And she did it with her will, without any force from anyone. And her motive was just because she simply hated me. She didn't tell why she hated me, which made me even more confused.

How could she hate me with no reason? What was my fault, so she wanted to murder me?

I glared at the ceiling, hoping that it would tell me the reason why. But the ceiling stayed quiet, the room was deadly quiet. Well, I felt like the entire house was totally quiet, since everyone was out.

Actually today I really wanted to go for a date with Leigh, but I was too tired and needed some time alone, to clear my mind from the events today. I wanted to refresh my mind and join Louis and Ashley to the mall, but I preferred taking a rest at home. Moreover Louis and Ashley hadn't seen each other in a long time, so I assumed they'd like to have some time alone.

The sound of the door knob being spun interrupted my thoughts as my gaze automatically landed on the door that was slowly being pushed open. On the halfway the door stopped, left enough space for a person to get in. A couple of second later Liam's figure had fully entered the room, and he shut the door behind him and made a click sound that indicated that the door had been closed properly.

"Hey," I said in low voice.

"Hey," he replied, and looked quite nervous with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and hands hung loosely on his sides. I wondered what caused him looked nervous like that, but then realized that I was the reason why. I walked into him and Niall kissing and got quite angry, then left them in the kitchen. Also I had ignored them all day. Well, I ignored the other boys as well. I was feeling really numb and hubbub after hearing Eleanor's confession, and I was not in the mood to talk.

"So.. what's up?" I inquired.

"Well," Liam trailed off, looked at the ground then his eyes met mine. "I'm sorry," he said in small voice, like a little kid who just got busted from cheating on a test. "I'm sorry for this morning," he said.

I inhaled deeply then released the air through my mouth and looked at Liam in concern look. He looked hesitant, opened his mouth to speak but then closed again. Finally, he opened his mouth and spoke, "Look, I know you're mad at me and Niall, and you're supposed to be. But I just want you to know that I'm really sorry, for secretly loving Niall and I wish we can work things out, considering we have a gig in a couple of days and tour in two weeks. I know we don't deserve to be forgiven but-"

"Shut up," I cut him off, too tired to hear his speech. I wasn't really mad at him, it was understandable that he hid his affection with Niall. What was bothering me was just the fact that Liam was still in a relationship with Danielle. But I wasn't that mad. I was just tired of Eleanor's case, and of what happened on the court.

Liam stopped talking, his chocolate brown eyes searched for mine in a pleading look and he stopped talking, his mouth were hanging open and formed 'o' shape. I bet he really thought I was really mad at him.

"I'm not really mad at you," I told him. "I'm just tired of today, of what happened lately especially at the court earlier. I was just surprised, and this morning I had hangover. Also, I just wanna say that you're still with Danielle so you should sort things out with her, and Niall as well. You and Niall can't hide forever, can you?" I explained.

Liam's face expression changed, and he looked at me in disbelief. Relief covered his face, and his smile widened. I smiled at him and asked, "now if you don't mind, would you leave because I'm very exhausted and need some rest?" 

"Thank you so much, Haz!" he replied and pulled me into bone crushing hug before walked out of the room.

Hopefully Liam will find his way to solve his problem.



"And the crowd was unbelievable! My ears are still ringing from the loud scream there!" Danielle exclaimed jovially. "I still can't believe it," she grinned widely as she told us about her dancing performance in Birmingham a few nights ago.

"Believe it," I sang, tried to get the right tone and sing it right like Cimorelli but failed miserably. We all chuckled and I continued, "that's very amazing, Dani. You're a very great dancer!"

"And you know what, girls?" Danielle asked, looked at me and Leigh with excitement in her eyes.

"What?" Leigh asked, getting curious.

"Frank Lampard was there too, watched me perform! Can you believe it? Frank freaking Lampard!" Danielle said in the same excited tone.

"Holy shit!" Leigh exclaimed, leaned forward. "Frank Lampard? He watched you perform? Jesus Christ!"

"And he also went backstage and talked to me!" Danielle replied.

"Sweet Jesus! He bloody talked to you! Oh my God, that's- that's incredible!" Leigh practically screamed.

"He was a nice man, and hot!" Danielle laughed.

"I'm really jealous you've met him!"

"You should be!" Danielle laughed.

"Wait," I said, since I had been just listening to them talking about a person I didn't know. Now all of their attention were drawn on me and I opened my mouth to speak, "who the hell is Frank Lampard?" I asked. "And why are you guys crazy about him?"

"He's Chelsea's player," Leigh told me. I nodded and leaned my back on the couch's backrest. Leigh's couch was comfy. Oh, football. I wasn't interested in that weird sport.

"Best midfielder ever!" Danielle added, her eyes were wide.

"I thought you didn't like football?" my statement sounded like a question as I furrowed my eyebrows at Danielle.

"I like it, just a little bit. I don't watch it too much, but I do like Chelsea. And Lampard is the captain," Danielle explained. Again, I just nodded my head and mumbled "I see".

"We should watch Chelsea together!" Leigh exclaimed.

"Err, I don't really enjoy watching football," Danielle confessed. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"You can watch with Harry, he really likes football," I suggested.

"But he likes Manchester United," Leigh pouted.

"And what's wrong with that?" I asked.

"MU is Chelsea's biggest rival. I hate MU and Harry hates Chelsea," she answered.

"There you are," a familiar male's voice surprised three of us, caused me to jump and screamed a little. I quickly turned around and looked at the front door, only to see Louis and Ashley stood by the doorway.

I stared at them in horror, my jaw dropped and my body froze as I watched Louis entered Leigh's motel room, followed by Ashley hot in the trail. That slutty redhead looked like a lost puppy. Leigh's body tensed up, and Danielle stood up from her seat, ran towards Ashley whose face lightened up when she saw Danielle.

"Ashley!" Danielle exclaimed.

"Oh my God, Danielle!" Ashley responded, and they both hugged. "I miss you."

"I haven't seen you in a year, how's Milan?" Danielle asked.

I didn't know Danielle was Ashley's friend. This made me more curious about who Ashley was. Whilst Danielle and Ashley were drowning into conversation, Louis called my name in low husky voice. I sighed and looked at the ground, refused to meet his gaze. Finally he found me. I couldn't escape. And I couldn't run forever, could I? Maybe I had to face him and see what he wanted from me.

The room remained silence, as everyone was waiting for me to speak. But I kept my mouth shut and with that Louis spoke, "I don't get it."

Louis was standing in front of me who was sitting on the couch, his height was towering me. I looked up at him who bent his head down to look at me. Our eyes made contact for a second before I turned my gaze to the ground. I didn't want to get lost in his emerald blue eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked-half mumbled, still had my gaze on the ground.

Louis put two fingers under my chin and lifted my head, forced me to look at his addicting ocean eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked softly, but sounded irritated.

I sent him the best innocent and clueless look I could and wrinkled my forehead, to show that I had no idea about what he was talking about. He sighed in annoyance and glanced at the wall behind me before turned his gaze back at me. He put both of his hands on my shoulder and inquired, "you've been avoiding me. What did I do wrong?"

I let out a long deep sigh then blinked back the tears in my eyes. I couldn't speak, I was afraid my voice would crack up and I would burst into tears. I didn't want to waste my tears for silly reason.

"What do you want from her?" Leigh snapped, defended me. Louis tore his gaze from me then looked at Leigh in annoyed look. Leigh glared at him, her arms were folded in front of her chest. Meanwhile, Danielle looked more puzzled and shared a look with Ashley who just shrugged.

"What's your problem?" Louis snapped in sassy voice at Leigh.

"Go fuck your new girl and leave Camille alone," Leigh snapped, glared at Ashley who paused her conversation with Danielle. That redhead gasped, her expression was unreadable. She looked like she was about to laugh.

"My new girl?" Louis narrowed his eyes, and took a step towards Leigh. "You mean Ashley?"

"Whatever her name," Leigh rolled her eyes. I bit my bottom lip nervously, too chickened to speak.

"Wait," Ashley spoke, waved her hands to get our attention. "You mean that I'm Louis' 'new girl'?" she asked, formed an invisible quote mark with her fingers.

"So that's the reason why you're mad at me?" Louis turned at me. "Because you think I'm dating Ashley?"

"You really think that we're dating?" Ashley inquired, giggling. What a bitch.

Soon after the words escaped her mouth, Danielle burst into laughter. The next second, Danielle, Louis and Ashley were bowing with hands clutching their stomach, cracked up laughing. They laughed hysterically, Ashley was slapping Louis' back and Danielle knelt in front of the couch, buried her face on the couch.

After a while the sound of laughter vanished, replaced by the sound of them breathing and panting uncontrollably. But they were still laughing their heads off, so hard so they even made no sound.

Leigh and I watched them laughing in confusion, too puzzled to realize that tears were running down my face like a waterfall. My heart ached. I covered my face with my hands to hide the sobs.

"You all are so cruel! Look at what you did to her!" Leigh yelled furiously, so loud so they jumped in surprise.

Danielle was the first one who stopped laughing, then the room remained silent. Through my fingers and blurry eyes I saw Louis' face dropped and his laugh stopped automatically as he realized that I was crying. He stepped closer to me, gripped my wrists and removed my hands from my face. Anger rose inside me. How dare he was, did such a thing like this to me. I didn't even understand what the hell was going on.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed, slapped his hands away.

"I'm sorry, Camille. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry," Louis said, his hands were still gripping my wrists even though I had tried to get his hands off me.

"Go away!" I snarled. "Get your fucking hands off me and get out of my life! You don't need me cause now you have that slutty Ashley girl and-"

My words were cut off by Louis' lips, being crashed into mine, shut my mouth and brain up. My eyelids closed automatically, and I felt Louis' lips moved against mine. I was paralyzed, too shocked to kiss back. I was still frozen in place and didn't realize he had removed his lips from mine.

I was so puzzled. Louis stared at me, his gaze was burning into me like he could see right through me and read my mind. The room was deadly silent, and it felt like everything was spinning around me. Louis licked his lips then opened his mouth and said,

"Ashley is my cousin."

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