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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Note: In this fan fiction, One Direction released their album Midnight Memories on December 19th, not November 25th.

 

LEIGH'S POV

I found myself on my knees, staring wide-eyed at my phone in disbelief. I broke up with Harry through a motherfucking text message!

I shattered him.

I lifted the cursed phone of mine, about to throw it against the wall, but I stopped myself. This Samsung Galaxy S4 didn't come to me out of the blue. My father got me this phone, and he didn't get it for free. He worked day and night for me and my mother, drenched with sweat. Even though my family had loads of money from my dad's motels and restaurants business, I wouldn't just spend all the money like a snotty bitch. I would use the money wisely, and save some money, because every single pound counted. So instead of damaging my phone, I decided to just remove the battery again.

I was so screwed. I was nothing but a bundle of hot mess.

I sighed deeply, then pulled myself to my feet. I walked over to my garage where I kept my bike. I decided to bike around my neighborhood to clear my mind, hopefully that would help me for a bit.

 

NIALL'S POV

"Well, we see that you boys will release your album Midnight Memories on December 19th, which is in two days. How do you think about the album? Are you satisfied with your work?" The interview whose name was Joe Stevanelek asked, looking up at us from his question card.

"Erm, I think we did pretty good job in this album. We're totally satisfied with the songs," Zayn answered.

"Actually, we recorded the last tune yesterday," Harry said, his face was phlegm. He had been showing no interest at all during the interview that started twenty minutes ago.

I couldn't blame him though. We were lucky enough that he finally wanted to go to the interview. It was really hard to convince him to go, since he had been nothing but furious when he found out that Leigh had called while he was sleeping and Louis didn't wake him up.

Luckily, he didn't cry this morning, so the bags under his eyes weren't so bad and clear like last night. Maybe his tears had drained because of the crying last night.

I could feel the tension in the studio as Joe nodded his head awkwardly. I glanced at Louis, hoping he would crack some jokes to break the awkwardness but he remained silent with gaze fixed on the ground.

Well, I guessed Nialler had to take action.

"Since our fans always do last minute voting, we do last minute recording," I remarked, shrugging.

The studio was filled with laughter, even Harry had the corner of his lips pointing upwards. Joe laughed loudly, and I found his laugh quite adorable. And actually, he was good looking.

Oh well. I was gayer than I thought.

But Joe's laugh couldn't compare to the boy next to me. Liam laughed cutely, the voice was like melody to me. His tongue peeked from between his teeth slightly, made it looked more adorable. I looked at him lovingly, and tried with all my soul not to jump at him and snog him right there.

Well, I was glad I could ease the tension in the studio. Nialler's mission succeeded.

"So," Joe trailed off. "Tell me about the album," he said.

"Our new album will be different than before. There will be more mature sound," Liam answered.

"Yes, and the songs will be a little bit more rock and roll," I added, looked at Liam. Liam had his gaze on me, and for a brief moment, we stared at each other with stupid grin in our faces.

"That's nice," Joe commented.

"And we wrote half of the album," Louis said. "Harry wrote Something Great with Jamie. I wrote Right Now, and we all wrote Story Of My Life."

Harry just nodded, confirming the truth of Louis' statement as he seemed busy fumbling with his jeans pockets before muttering something about forgetting his phone. Then Louis whispered something to him that I couldn't hear.

"What is your favorite song from the album?" Joe asked.

"My favorite is definitely Story Of My Life," I answered. "And also Little Black Dress."

"Better Than Words," Liam said in his thick accent that I always loved.

"Something Great," Louis said.

"I just can't wait to hear the songs myself," Joe remarked. "And I'm very sure your fans are waiting impatiently for your album."

"Little did he know that they leaked our album and they've heard the songs," I whispered to Liam, earning an adorable chuckle from the said boy. Louis looked at us and raised an eyebrow, then I mouthed 'leaked' at him.

"The fans don't know that we know what they've been doing. They think we have no idea they leaked our songs," Liam whispered to me.

"And as a punishment, we won't release Just Can't Let Her Go," I replied, still whispering. Liam and I ended up cracking up.

I noticed Joe was about to ask us what was we were laughing about, but then he focused on something behind the camera. Then he spoke, "well boys, sadly, our time is over."

"Thanks for having us," Harry said immediately. I think he was desperate to get out of this.

"Thanks for you time," Joe said, then turned at the camera. "So, that's all from One Direction! I'm Joe Stevelek, thanks for watching our show. See you next week in our program-"

Joe couldn't finish his sentence.

Because a huge lamp that was hanging on the ceiling fell from above, landed on his head.

And Joe died.

Well, I wasn't even sure if he really died. But Joe was unconscious. His body was sprawled on the floor in unnaturally strange but funny position, and blood pooled around his head. He could dye his hair red with his own blood.

Hahaha

Haha

Ha-ha

Oh well.

It took me a moment to realize that it wasn't something to joke about.

As I realized what was going on, a loud gasp escaped my lips. Everyone stared at Joe's immobile body in terror and utter shock. No movement was made in the room. Everyone was dead silent.

The next second, the atmosphere was hectic. Some guys included Harry rushed to Joe's side. Some women cried. There were shouting and cries.

"Call the ambulance!"

"Is he still alive?"

"Oh my God!"

"Help him!"

"How could this happen?"

"Jesus Christ!"

I suddenly felt anxious and suffocated. My chest tightened, and I couldn't breath normally. My breath was ragged and uneven, and I couldn't stop whimpering. The sight of Joe was totally frightening.

My vision was blurry, and tears started rolling down my cheek. I didn't know what was going on, everything went as a blur. My eyes were wide open, but I couldn't process the sight before me. It felt like I was shut from my surroundings, because everything was spinning around me. I knew the studio room was wide, but I felt the walls were getting closer and the room was getting smaller. I felt claustrophobic.

I thought Liam noticed me panicking, because the next second I was engulfed in his strong arms. His warmth calmed me, but just a tiny bit. I was still on panic mode.

Liam slowly guided me out of the studio and we walked down the hall. Well, we didn't walk normally since we were in each other's arms. And I didn't know where we were heading because I buried my head in his chest, care less about my quiff being ruined. I took a deep breath, the masculine scent of Liam filled my nostrils and calmed me down a bit.

Liam unwrapped one hand from my body, just to open the door. Then I found ourselves in the parking lot. 

"Liam," I whimpered. "I-I'm scared."

"It's okay, love. Everything will be okay. I got you," he said soothingly, held me tighter.

"I-" I couldn't say anything. I was panting and trying to catch my breath.

"You'll be alright. I'm here," Liam muttered, nuzzled his nose into my hair.

"H-he died?" I asked, referring to Joe. Images of his bloody body lying lifeless on the floor was spinning in my mind, and no matter how hard I tried to push the image off my mind, it wouldn't go away.

"I hope not," he breathed. "Josh will make it."

"Joe," I corrected him. In this chaos, I decided to correct Liam for saying his name wrong.

Well done, Niall. You were officially dumb. 

"Joe will be alright. The crew will call the ambulance and they'll take care of him."

"I c-can't-" I swallowed. "I can't even-" I couldn't say anything more due to the growing lump in my throat. Oh well, I sounded like a fangirl.

Liam pulled away slightly, made me panicked even more. But then his next movement startled me. He captured my parted lips with his, moving his lips against mine slowly.

I was shocked at first, but then automatically kissed back. Our lips moved together in slow rhythm, but the passion was present. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulder and he had his arms around my waist, pulled my lower body closer to his.

We parted for air, but the separation of our lips didn't last long before he pulled me again into another kiss. The horrible image of Joe suddenly vanished, and Liam's lips on mine was my only focus at the moment.

After a few moments, Liam unattached his lips from mine. I groaned at the absence of his lips on mine, and leaned in to him for another kiss. But Liam dodged my attempts to kiss him. He just chuckled and pecked my nose.

"Liam," I protested.

"We're in public place babe," he said. Well, he was right. I didn't realize we were in the place where anyone could just randomly show up and witness us.

I bit my bottom lip and watched Liam's expression changed. It was like the color of his face had drained. He stared at something behind me in horror and when I turned around, my blood suddenly felt cold.

Less than twenty feet behind me, there stood a couple of paparazzi, with cameras in their hand. I just stood there, frozen, stared at those disgusting creators with wide eyes.

Uh oh.

We were busted.

"Run!" Liam hissed, and grabbed my wrist then ran towards the front door, tugged me along with him.

"Wait!" I heard one of the paps called, but we ignored them. We barged in through the front door then ran down the hall towards the studio.

As we entered the studio, it was surprisingly calm and terrifyingly quiet. I walked over to Zayn who was leaning against the wall near the door. I opened my mouth to ask him what was going on, but the silence was really chilling. No words escaped my mouth.

"W-what happened?" Liam asked my unspoken question.

Zayn took a deep breath before answering, "he's gone."

 

*

 

LEIGH'S POV

It was already seven, and I still hadn't gotten any response from Harry. The text I sent eight hours ago had been delivered, but he didn't reply. Was he too upset to reply?

I could just take a step back and tell him that it was a mistake, that I didn't mean that. Yeah, I could save our relationship. But he hadn't replied, so I had to wait until he replied. And if he didn't reply, that meant that he didn't want me anymore, that he didn't want to fight for me.

If he really loved me, he would at least call me and beg me not to break up with him, right? He had to fight for me. I didn't want to take back the message if he didn't want to fight for me. And I didn't want to text him first because I was a woman, and woman didn't text first. So if he didn't text, then we wouldn't talk.

I didn't realize I was sitting on my bed, staring at my blank phone screen until there was a knock on the door. Before I could respond, the door was opened and my mum stood in the doorway.

"Hey mum," I said, placing my phone on the nightstand. I sighed sadly, feeling upset due to Harry's lack of reply.

"You have plans tonight?" She asked.

"Nope," I replied, tried not to sound too upset. "Well, actually I'm planning on going to bed early," I chuckled humorlessly.

"You've arrived here since yesterday yet you still haven't gone out around town," she pointed out. "The city has changed since you left," she said.

"Really?"

"Well, not drastically, but there are a few changes. There are new buildings and new nice places."

"Oh," I replied shortly, not in the mood on talking. To be honest, all I wanted to do at the moment was just laying in bed, brooding over my pathetic intricate love life.

"You okay, dear?" My mum inquired, voice full of concern. "You seem off."

"I'm fine, just tired," I lied through my teeth. My mum raised an eyebrow, didn't seem convinced. "Y'know, long ride from London, 's all," I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wanna go to City Centre?"

"What are we gonna do there?" I asked, didn't feel like going out, but didn't want to drag myself deeper in my upsetting state.

"To see the festival, duh!" She replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What festival?" I questioned, felt like missing some part here.

"Dave's Leicester Comedy Festival," she answered. "You don't know about that? Everyone's been talking about that! And the festival has been going since last week."

"Oh," I replied. "Well, I've been only two days here so don't blame me for not knowing about the festival," I shrugged.

"So,wanna go there?"

"Erm, okay," I agreed. Well, there was nothing bad with going to the festival, wasn't it? A little comedy would hopefully lighten my mood.

"Great!" She said. "But let's grab something for dinner first."

It took us only ten minutes to get ready because I didn't really like make up. I just literally got my bum off the bed then changed into gray tank top combined with a pair of skinny jeans. I didn't put any make up on except some baby powder. I decided not to bring my phone with me since I had issues with constantly checking my phone. I wanted to enjoy the night with my mum without occasionally unlocking my phone anticipating for Harry's reply. Well, if he did reply while I was at the festival, he could wait. It took so long for him to reply to me so he wouldn't mind to wait a few hours for my reply. I wanted to make him wait and anxious, the way he did to me.

We went to Le Bistrot Pierre for dinner before went to the festival. The restaurant was really nice, and the food was scrumptious. The waiters were also nice and friendly. After the lovely dinner, we drove to City Centre.

The festival arena was quite packed, even though it was school night. The crowd consisted of teenagers at most, adults, and some kids. At the moment we arrived, it had been going on halfway.

I enjoyed the festival pretty much. It entertained me, even though the thoughts about Harry and Josh kept crossing my mind once in a while. There were a lot of comedians participated in the festival, made it more amusing.

We left the arena at ten due to tiredness. As soon as we arrived home, the first thing I did was going straight to my room and grabbed my phone. My heart beat faster in anticipation as I saw a little white envelope in the notification bar, indicated there was an unread text message.

I opened the message, and my heart sunk when I saw the sender.

It wasn't Harry.

It was Jenna, my best friend. I sighed in disappointment as I read Jenna's text half-heartily. She basically texted me because she and Vienna, my other best friend, saw me at the festival earlier today. Instead of replying to her, I called her. It had been long time since I talked to her, and I didn't told her about my arrival here.

"Leigh!" Jenna answered at the third ring. "I missed you so bad!"

"Me too," I sighed.

"I saw you at the festival," she informed me.

"You did? Well, I didn't see you," I replied. "You should've said hi to me!"

"I was about to. We were walking towards where you and your mum stood, but then you disappeared. We couldn't find you," she said.

"Oh, sorry. We've probably left," I picked at my nails. "Are you with Vienna now?"

"Nope, I'm at home now," she answered. "Anyway, Vienna and I were planning to go to London for Christmas, to see you as well. But turns out you're already here," she informed.

"Really? Damn, I shouldn't have come back."

"Guess we'll just cancel our tickets and spend Christmas here then," she said nonchalantly.

"No, I'll go to London with you," I said.

"Is it okay? I figured you haven't been long here."

"It's fine. I'll go to London with you guys. We can celebrate Christmas together there," I reassured her. I looked forward to spend Christmas holiday in London with my two best friends. Also, deep inside, I looked forward to see Harry in London.

We tittle tattled for ten minutes before hanging up. I checked my phone one last time for any text from Harry, but I got none. I huffed and laid on my bed, feeling gutted.

"Goodnight Harry," I whispered to myself before I drifted to sleep.

 

LIAM'S POV

Witnessing someone died devastatingly wasn't a pleasant feeling. I still felt weirdly numb and odd. The awful image of Joe's death body couldn't stop crossing my mind.

The boy in my arms couldn't stop shaking. He was really taken aback and bemused. His clear adorable blue eyes were filled with fear and trauma. He had stopped crying, but he was still in trauma.

After the incident at the studio, we stayed in the studio for a few hours before we departed, around seven o'clock. Harry and Louis went to a club, Zayn went to Little Mix's concert in Union Chapel arena, and Niall and I went straight home. We had been watching movies while cuddling and occasionally kissing and snogging. At the moment, we were watching Anchorman 2, one of Niall's favorite movies.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, nuzzled my nose into the neck of the boy on my lap.

"Weird," he replied, leaned his back against my chest. "I hate feeling vulnerable like this," he muttered in sad tone.

"Ssh, it's okay," I whispered, caressed his forearms gently and kissed his neck lovingly.

"I'm weak and useless, Liam," he said, voice louder than before.

"No, you're not. It's not like you caused his death," I replied, kept my voice gentle and quiet. "You're my though Nialler," I said, my lips touched his left ear. I could feel him tensing a bit under my touch. "Mine," I added, placed a sloppy kiss on his earlobe. I sucked the skin there a little, earning a small whimper from the said boy.

I placed a hand over his chest, and felt his heart beat like crazy. I loved the effect I had on him every time I touched him, it felt like his body was made just for me, like it would just react under my command.

"I love you," I whispered lowly, pulled his body closer to mine. His body wasn't shaking that bad anymore. He was more relaxed under my touch, even he wasn't fully calmed down from his anxious state.

"I l-love you too, Liam," he stuttered a bit. I smirked and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. My lips moved to the exposed skin on his neck, under his jaw near his chin. I kissed the skin sloppily, and nibbled the pale soft skin. My teeth trapped the skin as I sucked it, so hard that it left purple bruise. I was rewarded by a moan that made my member went hard and crazy. I stared at the mark I left, proud of my beautiful artwork. As selfish as it sounded, the hickey I left fit perfectly in his neck. The purple mark was contrast to the pale skin, but it just looked more beautiful.

I didn't know why but I felt really protective and possessive over this boy. I just wanted to keep him safe and happy by my side.

I pushed him into laying position on the couch and I laid on top of him. I used my knees and elbows to support my weight, so I didn't put my full weight on the slightly smaller boy. I hovered him, let my hot breath fan his beautiful innocent face. Niall breathed heavily, his pink plump lips were slightly parted, and I could've sworn this was the cutest sight I had ever seen.

I brought my thumbs to caress his flushed cheeks, let a few inches of space existed between our faces. Lust was the only thing in my system as my teenage hormones were going crazy.

"Liam," Niall breathed, voice raspy and thick with passion. I could tell he wanted me as bad as I wanted him at the moment. I knew he could feel the heat, desire, and lust.

I leaned down and captured his welcoming lips with my own, and hungrily kissed every inch of his mouth. He grabbed a fistful hair of mine and tugged it slightly, turned me on even more. We pulled away for a fraction of second to breath, and when he gasped for air, I took the chance to slide my tongue into his slightly parted lips. Another moan escaped his lips, and it was contagious as a low moan that practically sounded like a growl involuntary came out of my throat.

His hands left my hair and went under my shirt, roamed over my body. I tensed up a little as his cold hands made contact with the skin in my stomach. As my tongue explored his mouth, his hands trailed on my abs, occasionally dug his nails into my skin. Suddenly, these jeans pants felt really tight and uncomfortable.

With shaky hands, Niall lifted my shirt, tried to pull the fabric material over my head. I pulled away reluctantly, sat up straight then took off my shirt along with my jeans. Then I helped him removed his clothes off his body, leaving both of us in nothing but a pair of boxers.

"You're beautiful," Niall said breathlessly as a blush crept its way across my cheek.

"Nothing compared to you," I replied, and before he could respond, I was back in my previous movement, attacking his lips with so much passion.

As I snogged the life out of him, I purposely leaned my lower area down so our crotches touched. I moved my hips, rubbing my crotch against the part of his where the sun didn't shine. I growled at the sensation that was caused by the friction of our hard members, and the erotic moan from the back of his throat made my stomach twisted in excitement and pleasure.

I pulled away only to move on to his chest, trailing wet kisses all the way. His chest hair felt so soft yet rough against my lips. I elevated my hips a little, and at the lack of friction between our crotches, he lifted his hips to gain pleasure.

The thin materials of our boxers were the only things between us. I wanted to get rid of those things so desperately, wanted nothing between us, but I knew better.

"Liam, please," Niall whimpered breathlessly, then moaned as he made another friction.

Those sound he made really turned me on, but I couldn't do anything further. I knew he wanted this as much as I did, but I knew we had to stop. We had gone far enough in this intimate thing, and I didn't want to rush things by fucking him right there right then.

Well, what the fuck was I thinking? I had lost my mind earlier before, and I was glad realization hit me before it was too late. Even though he was so desperate to take this further, I knew he wasn't ready. He would probably regret it the next morning.

I reluctantly lifted my body and got off him, and helped him to get up as well. I got on my feet and he sat up on the couch.

"Liam," Niall whined, panting. "Why?"

"I'm sorry," I said, picked up his shirt and handed it to him. "We can't do this; not right now."

"B-but I want to," he said stubbornly, refused to put his shirt on.

"We're not ready," I stated the truth as I slipped on my shirt, followed by my jeans. We both had never had sex with boys before, and to be honest, I didn't really know how exactly to do this. Well, I had ever heard a little about butt-sex, but I wasn't sure if we could do that right then, on the couch in the living room of the house we shared with other three boys who were straight. "I'm sorry for going this far."

"It's okay," he replied, finally agreed to put his shirt on. "I'm glad we stopped because I've never done things like what we almost do; at least with boys," he said.

"I was thinking the same thing," I remarked. My heart was still beating out of control and it would be hard for me to calm this hard member of mine.

"But I still love you," Niall said, pecked me on the lips.

"I love you too," I smiled. "C'mere," I said, opened my arms out for him. He gladly took the invitation, buried his head into my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. I tightened my arms around his frame and kissed the top of his head.

We stayed in this comfortable position, in each other's arms, until we heard the front door being opened. We pulled away unwillingly, didn't want to get caught in the act even though the boys might had known about our affair.The footsteps were getting louder, along with the humming of Little Mix's tune Nothing Feels Like You.

"How was the concert?" I asked as Zayn entered the living room.

"It was sick, my girl slayed it off!" He replied excitedly, and I could see his eyes glistening with admiration towards his fiancee.

"Glad you had nice time mate," Niall said.

"Are Harry and Louis home yet?" The boy with amber eyes asked out of curiosity.

"Not yet," I replied, glanced at the clock. It was half past twelve.

"Guess they'll be back by the morning," Niall said then yawned. He turned to me, "I'm tired. Let's go to bed, yeah?"

I nodded, "want to sleep together?"

"Sounds good," Niall replied.

I looked at Zayn and he had weird look on his face. He raised an eyebrow and smirked knowingly at us, and as I realized how the words Niall and I said sounded like, my face turned bright red and I blushed furiously.

"Well, it's not like what you think," I said quickly.

"Yeah sure," he rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled.

"Don't think that way," Niall blushed, his face was even much redder than mine. He looked overly cute and adorable like that. Zayn's gaze then met the sight of boners owned by me and Niall.

"I knew it," Zayn winked then walked upstairs, leaving me and Niall with wide eyes and mouth hanging open.

 

***

 

A/N:

Thanks for reading. It will make my day if you comment.

Seriously, even one comment will lighten my mood and encourage me to write faster. I know I've been lazy but if you comment, it'll reassure me that someone is actually reading so I'll try to update as fast as I can. A single 'update please' comment will motivate me.

Anyway, maybe you guys are wondering why I put a new character named Joe into the story, then killed him.

If you think Joe takes effect with the story, then you're wrong. lol.

Joe's death has nothing to do with the plot. I just suddenly had an idea of putting him into the story then killed him.

Why?

Okay, let me tell ya. (Warning: this is quite long and if you're not interested with my almost non-existed love life that lasted shorter than Haylor, you don't have to read)

[THIS IS MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE IN REAL LIFE]

So in early December, I met a guy named Joe. And he admitted that he liked me, and he had been crushing on me for a year. We got close to each other. We couldn't stop texting. And if we were away, we talked on the phone a lot.

At first, I didn't have any feelings towards him. I liked him as a friend. But I tried to grow feelings to him because he learnt about One Direction before we met to make good impression to me.

He said lots of sweet bullshit to me, such as:

"I love you just the way you are, and if you lie to me, I'd probably believe it because people are blinded by love."

"Don't worry, you're safe with me. I'll try my best to keep you happy by my side."

"You're my queen."

"I'm done playing with girls. I'll be loyal now."

"You = my sunshine."

Oh well. I gotta stop with that. They are sickening now.

But then.... in early January, he left me. We stopped texting. And I didn't text first because I never want to text boys first. And that time, I started growing a little bit of feelings for him. 

But he fucking left. He avoided me at school. He ditched me.

Ugh!

OKAY IT SOUNDS LIKE HAYLOR BUT IT'S REAL ANYWAY

I rejected 3 boys for him. He was the only boy that I've ever given chance to get close with me. But he lost my trust.

So, instead of murdering him in real life, I put my revenge on my fan fiction. I just killed him in my story hahahahah

That's why Niall made fun of Joe's bloody head hahahaha

Oh.. his name is Stevano Joshua. And I named him Joe Stevanelek because elek means ugly. Lol.

Okay, I know I'm really mean.

Well, I have to admit that I'm upset with him leaving me. No one in real life knows that I'm upset. I act all though and nonchalant, like Joe didn't effect me at all. I can't tell any of them about my true feelings. They will never understand. And to be honest, I'm ashamed because Joe is in lower grade than me. I'm in 12th grade aka senior year, and he's in 11th grade. (but Joe is a month older than me)

So, instead of crying or telling anyone, I pour all my feelings in writing. This really makes me feel much better.

Writing is my cure.

Well, I hope you liked this chapter. Sorry for the long A/N. I love you guys!

Love,

Denna

PS. if you comment your opinion/thoughts about Joe, it'll make me sooo happy and I'll try to write faster than I already am (:

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