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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9. Harry's Condition

I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I lifted my head and my red puffy eyes found a beautiful girl with long wavy blonde hair was standing in front of me.

"Are you okay?" asked the girl.

"Yes," I replied in husky voice and tried to smile, but another tears came out of my swelled eyes.

"You don't look okay," she said. "Mind if I'm here?"

I couldn't stop the tears. I grabbed her hand and patted a spot next to me, asking her to sit next to me. She sat there and held me in her arms then stroked my back. I hugged her and cried on her shoulder. I felt quite comfortable and a little bit relaxed. She hugged me tighter and whispered in my ears, "I don't know what happened to you but I believe everything's gonna be alright."

"Sorry," I muttered between tears and lifted my head. I tried to stop sobbing but I couldn't.

"It's okay, sometimes we need to take a moment in silence and leave all our problems behind," she said wisely. "Just cry and spill everything, your feelings. You can let it all out on me, if you want," she continued.

I rested my head back on her shoulder and sobbed, let all of my emotions out. She totally comforted me and I felt safe there, I didn't even know why. She just patiently stroked my back and held me tight in silence.

An hour later I stopped crying. It was quite late at night but this girl was still holding me in her arms and stroking my back. I let go off her arms and stood up.

"Thank you so much," I said and helped her to stand up.

"No problem," she replied shorty and smiled, showed off her white clean teeth.

"Well, I'm Harry, what is your name, beautiful?" I asked and flirted a little bit.

"Yes I know you're Harry Styles from One Direction. I'm Leigh," she said, still smiling. Wow, she was so beautiful.

"Ah yeah, you know that," I said and showed her my cheeky smile.

"Well, why did you cry like that?" she asked. "Wanna share?"

I stared at the ground for a while, considered should I tell her or not.

"Well it's okay if you don't want to. I understand if it's too personal," she added.

"No, it's fine. I'll share with you, but please don't tell anyone about this. Even my band mates have no idea," I said quickly.

"I'll keep your secret. I'll be your human diary," she said.

"But I think it's better if we go to my room and we can talk all night. Is it okay?" I asked.

"Okay, that's good. I have nothing to do tonight."

We stepped inside my room. I sat on my bed with crossed legs and she laid on her stomach on my bed.

Then I spilled everything. About Camille and Louis, and about my feelings. We talked all night long and I didn't even feel tired. I just met this girl but it felt like I had known her for ages. I could see fireworks every time she smiled and butterflies in my stomach. I felt so comfortable sharing everything with her, I just didn't know why.

 

CAMILLE'S POV

Since I left the boys didn't stop calling and texting me. I just ignored and rejected their calls, but I did read their text messages before deleted them. All of their texts were about the same thing, begging me to come back and wondering the reason why I left. Sometimes they told me about Harry's awful condition. I actually didn't want to know how was Harry. It killed me to know how Harry cried all the time, how he cut himself, how he suffered, didn't want to eat and hurting himself.

I sighed. I rolled my body on my bed, trying to get a good position to sleep. I glanced at the clock, it was only 7 PM. I decided to go to bed so early because I had nothing to do and never had, since I had make out session with Louis. Yes I knew it was not just a make out session. It was sex. I regretted it so much, I wish I could undo that. But the only thing I regretted the most is I enjoyed it, moreover I wanted some more.

I shook my head, tried to remove that thoughts off my mind. My phone beeped on the dresser beside the bed. I grabbed it and read it, it was an incoming text message. But it was so strange. It was from Louis. I carefully opened it and read it.

 

From: Louis

Message body:

I told him everything.

 

I dropped my jaw in horror and inadvertently dropped my phone. I quickly grabbed it from the floor and re-read the text over and over again. He-

What?

He told Harry? The truth? He spilled everything? Why didn't he just keep his mouth shut and stay out of troubles? He could tear this band apart.

Then a new text message popped and I quickly opened it.

 

From: Liam

Message body:

Harry left the band.

 

My jaw dropped again and I felt like my whole world crumbled underneath me feet. It was my biggest fear. Harry quit One Direction? What would they do? What would Simon and the management do? How about their fans?

I cried with no sound, regretting everything I did. I was the reason why One Direction torn apart. I had disappointed Harry, the lads, Simon, and the most, Directioners.

I glanced at a sharp pocket knife in the dresser. I took it, pointed it straight to my wrist and began cutting my wrist. It was very painful. I was about to deepen the cut but I stopped. Ending my life wouldn't solve the problem. Everything wouldn't had been back to normal if I died. It could had been even worse. I shouldn't had been selfish like that.

 

HARRY'S POV

I woke up in the morning and felt fresh and good. I sat and looked around the room, I was in a strange room and a strange girl was sleeping next to me. I blinked several times, my mind was still puzzled and didn't know what was going on. I closed my eyes, trying to remember what happened since yesterday. My mind ran to the pieces of what happened  yesterday and finally put the pieces  together. I remembered then, about Louis' confession, my runaway, the motel, and Leigh.

I giggled. I felt the warmth creeping up on my cheek. I laid back, put the cover up around me and Leigh, then closed my eyes and held Leigh tight. I felt safe and peaceful.

Leigh laid facing the opposite direction of me. I spun her around so I could see her beautiful face. Her eyes were still closed and she looked heavenly. I wiped her eyes on her forehead and pecked her forehead. My hand joined the freckles on her nose and ran through her wavy blonde hair. Her hair was so soft like silk. 

A few moments later her eyes slowly opened while I was playing with her hair.

"Morning, beautiful," I smiled. She yawned and smiled back at me.

"Morning," she replied. "How are you? Feeling better?" she asked. I nodded and smiled wider in response.

"Good," she smiled, she looked so beautiful. I felt my heart beat stronger and my body got weaker. Her smile lightened up my day.

We stared at each other in silence. My eyes explored her beautiful face and my hand ran to her hair and stroked her soft hair. I didn't know why I really enjoyed this moment. Shit, we just met! But why did I feel relaxed every time I was around her? Did I fall in love with her?

No, Harry. You're not falling in love with her. That's impossible. You just met less than 24 hours ago, my brain said.

But you're falling in love with her. She lights up your world and makes you get over Camille in less than 24 hours. You're completely in love with her, truly madly crazy deeply in love with her! My heart yelled.

I sighed. I still loved Camille, but not as much as before. I didn't feel the pain anymore. I could get over her, and it was because of Leigh, the girl I met less than 24 hours ago. Leigh, the Angel that sent from heaven to heal my broken heart.

My hand moved back to her face and touched her lips, then back to her cheek. I leaned in then removed the gap between us and pressed my lips against hers. My lips gently caressed hers and our lips moved in a slow rhythm, made a funny sound that filled the silence. I opened her mouth with my lips and entered my tongue inside, explored her mouth. I licked everything in her mouth, didn't want to miss a thing. Our kiss was very passionately, I could feel the heat burning up in my chest. Her lips were so soft, I really enjoyed the sensation. They tasted so good even she hadn't brushed her teeth. I could feel fireworks frolicking and flickering everywhere, swallowed me in an amazing sensation, brought me into deep pleasure, like orgasm. Jesus, I wanted to stay like this forever. I felt like I was in heaven. This was way better than sex.

"I love you," I said against her soft lips.

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