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?


19. On The Road


I finished my breakfast then looked up in the cupboard to see if I had something to eat. I opened it and sighed. There was nothing but salt, pepper, sugar, and those kind of shit.

“Fuck this,” I cursed. I walked out of the kitchen towards my room and took my wallet. I took a look at the money and counted it. Shit, it was just six pounds. I sat on the bed then put the money back and placed the wallet on my back pocket, hoped that it would be enough for all of us, except Harry. Honestly, I didn’t like it when Taylor always insisted to feed Harry. Why didn’t she let her suffer and die of starvation?

“Hey,” Taylor’s head popped from the door. “Are you free for today?” she asked.

“Yes, why?” I answered.

“I thought so. Ha, why are you always free? Don’t you guys have interviews or show or something?”

“No,” I shook my head. “The management never call us again for any events.”

“That’s pathetic. Don’t you know that One Direction just cancelled their interview yesterday, and next week they’re going to have a show and signings in Liverpool. Next month they will have recordings in Helsinki. You guys have nothing to do?” she teased.

“Hey, One Direction will be over, remember?”

“That’s true. Well, back to the matter. Would you accompany me to go shopping? I’m going to buy some good proper food for us, especially Harry,” she said.

“Okay, let’s go,” I said whilst managing myself to stand up.

“I’ll be ready in a minute,” she said then left the room.

I was glad that finally she would buy us some food. But her last words echoed in my mind.

I’m going to buy some good proper food for us, especially Harry.

Especially Harry.


Damn, I really fucking hate Harry. He didn’t deserve good treatment from Taylor. Didn’t she remember that he was the hostage?

I changed my clothes then walked outside, waiting for Taylor. I walked in front of her room and called her.

“Wait a minute,” she said behind the locked door. I glanced at my cheap watch.

“It’s three minutes already,” I replied.

"Almost done," she said. I sighed. Girls were always like that. When they said they'd be ready in a minute meant that they'd be ready when they were done. I walked to the living room and turned on the telly. The first channel that was played was AXN, it was E BUZZ, a show about Hollywood news and gossip.

"And the hottest news is that One Direction cancelled their interview last night," the presenter said. I turned the volume up and paid all of my attention to the TV. "They didn't tell the press why, but some sources said that Zayn cancelled it for Perrie as they were spotted together in front of Perrie's band mate's house. Another insider told us that Louis and Harry were fighting. We also found that Louis was caught on camera driving downtown alone at the time when they were supposed to be having the interview. So, what do you thing about that? Tweet us on-"

I turned off the TV and laughed. The news about One Direction cancelled the interview had spread and soon people will leave One Direction for The Wanted. One Direction would be over!

"What are you laughing at?" asked Taylor who was actually standing beside me.

"Just saw a news about One Direction cancelled their interview," I answered.

"Oh," she mumbled. "Let's go shopping. Take me to Tesco." I nodded then grabbed the key on the kitchen table. I entered the van we used to kidnap Harry and placed my bum on the driver's seat. Taylor followed me and sat on the passenger's seat next to me. I drove along Harleyford St. then turned to Kennington Ln and stopped in front of our destination.

"Here we are," I shut the engine down. We got out of our car and entered the supermarket.



I turned off the telly after surfing all the channels and found no interesting show. I sighed. I stared at the black screen of the telly and started drifting off.

The first person who came out on my mind was Liam. I was still puzzled of what happened yesterday. Since that moment, I hadn't spoken with him and was afraid to. I didn't understand why he kissed me. Didn't he got a girlfriend? What was wrong with him? Moreover, what was wrong with me? I inhaled deeply, let the air filled my lungs. I couldn't help it, I always felt strange feeling whenever I was around him. And I got very nervous every time his pretty brown eyes stared at mine. He seemed like he could see right through me whenever he stared at me. And it gave me butterflies on my stomach.

Was I in love with Liam?

I shook my head. No, I didn't. He was a guy. We both had cocks. I couldn't be in love with him.

"Hey," I heard a British accent greeted as the owner of the voice patted my shoulder. My heart pounded. I know who was it.

"Hey, mate," I replied.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Uh, ceiling," I tried to joke but it was a bad one. He laughed a little and I could feel the awkwardness.

"I mean, what are you doing?" he said, looked at me straight in the eyes and gave me a cheeky nervous smile. I looked at the ground and smiled, blushed.

"Um, nothing," I said shortly. He took a seat next to me. I was so nervous so I just stared at the floor.

"Where are Zayn and Louis?" he asked.

"Zayn went out to see Perrie, and Louis has gone since this morning," I answered.

"Where's he going?" he questioned. I raised my shoulder.

"I don't know, he didn't say anything."

"He will be back today."

"What makes you sure about that?" I questioned.

"I don't know, but I believe in him," he answered. I just nodded, didn't know anything else to say.

"Well, do you know Leigh Fabregas?" Liam asked, tried to start a new topic.

"Leigh who?" I asked back.

"Leigh Fabregas," he said.

"Leigh Fab- what?" 

"Leigh Fabregas," he repeated and said it more clearly.

"Leigh Fabregas? Who is she? Does she relate to Cesc Fabregas?" I asked.

"I don't know, Lou mentioned that name yesterday," he said.

"Probably his new crush," I mumbled.

"Who knows," he said. Then we talked like usual, even the awkwardness was still there. We didn't mention about the kiss at all.



After leaving Leigh's motel, I didn't know where to go. I drove to the park to get some fresh air. The sun shone brightly right above my head as I walked along the park, causing me to sweat. Fuck, it was very hot.

"Louis Tomlinson!" I heard a girl screamed.

"Oh my God, that's really Louis from One Direction!" another girl screamed. I stopped and turned around to see two girls approached me.

"Hey, girls," I smiled at them. They both instantly screamed and fangirled.

"Don't need to freak out, pretty girls. I don't bite,"  I joked. They managed themselves to calm down.

"Would you take a picture with us?" the brunette one asked whilst pulling her phone from her pocket.

"Sure," I replied and posed between them. That brunette tried to take a shot of us, but seemed struggled.

"Let me help you," I said taking the phone from her. I held the phone and took a shot of us. My arms was longer so I could take the shot easily.

"Here it is, beautiful," I handed her the phone.

"Thanks," she said. I just nodded and smiled.

"Anyway, why did you cancel your interview yesterday?" the black haired one asked.

"There are some problems, but don't worry. We can handle it," I answered, not sure with what I said. They both frowned. I gave her a fake smile to reassure them. I was so upset knowing I made our fans disappointed.

"But we still love you!" she said nervously, tried not to scream. Her brunette friend smiled and nodded.

"I love you too," I said and stepped forward to hug both of them. They freaked out a little but finally managed themselves to calm down.

"Look girls, I have to go. Bye, and nice to meet you two," I said then waved and walked away. They waved back and screamed. I giggled, it seemed like they couldn't calm down. But I felt numb knowing I made my fans disappointed. I had to find Harry soon. I determined not to disappoint my fans anymore. They were so loyal and dedicated, so it was a 'crime' if I upset them.

I walked back to the street where I parked my car. I got in the car and started the ignition, then drove nowhere. I was driving smoothly but then a reckless van got out of Tesco supermarket and shoved carelessly in front of me. I almost hit the van but then quickly hit the brake and fortunately I didn't touch that fucking vehicle.

"Stupid driver," I cursed to myself. I drove to the van, about to pass it but then I froze. My eyes stuck at the back of the vehicle. At the police number.

This was it.

The van's police number is match to the number Leigh wrote, as the kidnapper's van. This was it! My whole body was filled with excitement and hope as the joyful triumph songs echoed on my mind.

My heart stomped as I slowed down my car, and stayed behind the van, following it. I kept enough distance with that van so I wouldn't seem suspicious.

The black van turned left in the junction right before the traffic light turned red. I was about to pass the traffic quickly so I wouldn't lost the van, but the car in front of me stopped and blocked my way so I had to stop.

"Fuck!" I cursed and stopped behind the stupid car. I waited impatiently for the traffic light to turn green as my eyes sweeping the road on the left turn, trying to find the sign of that van. I narrowed my eyes, all I saw was vehicles but that black van. I knocked my fingers on the dashboard impatiently and kept my eyes on the red light, hoping it would turn green soon but it felt like ages.

Finally, the traffic light turned green and I instantly hit the gas pedal. I didn't realize that the cunt in front of me hadn't moved, hence I hit the back of that fucking Audi. Fortunately it wasn't a big accident, but it was bad enough to leave a light damage mark on the back of that car and my bumper. That driver stopped and forced me to stop too. We parked our vehicles on the side of the road next to the curb and that fucking driver got out of his car. He looked like a businessman.

"You just hit my car," he said harshly as we both stood on the curb.

"Sorry but I'm in hurry. Give me your address and number, I'll contact you right after my problem is done," I replied nervously.

"No, I want us to fix this right now," he said.

"But I really can't. I have to go now, I have more important thing to do and this is urgent," I excused.

"I don't care. Let's go to the police station now," he stated.

"For God's sake it's just a small accident. You just ask me how much money you want to fix your shit, then everything's done. Don't need to go to the fucking police station!"

"You're wasting your time, kid. What makes you afraid to go there? You don't have driving license?"

"Don't you know who I am?!" I started to yell.

"Yes I know, you're just a brat who sing like a frog with your four gay friends and become famous," he teased harshly.

"That's it!" I said then ran to my car, slammed the door and locked the door, then started the engine and ran away. I sped up and drove fast, escaped from the drunk man. Maybe he'd think I was the drunk one but I didn't care. I took a look at my rearview mirror. That man shouted crazily whilst pointing at my car, then he rushed inside his car and chased me.

Shit! Why troubles always came over me? Did I bring bad luck?

I focused on the road and drove to where that black van went. I drove around the area but I lost that van. My body became so weak. I lost it again. The hope flew away like a bird. My vision turned blurry as I drove nowhere.

I glanced at the rearview mirror again and saw that Audi was still behind me, following me. I know that man must had been furious. I decided to be responsible so I stopped my car on the side of the street and got out. That Audi stopped behind me and that same fucking man got out of his car and walked towards me furiously. He yelled at me then dragged me to go to the police station with him.

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