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?


41. Oppressed

A/N: F I N A L L Y!

OMG finally I updated! I'm so glad finally I'm able to present this chapter to you guys, the loyal readers. I love you so so much!

Sorry for the long wait, and I'm so so so sorry if you don't like the chapter. I'm trying very hard to write my best but I've been distracted and gotten writer's block ):

My mind is full with the dramas lately, started from the fucking documentary, Liam and Sophia, Zerrie engaged (I'm very happy for them but it hurts actually bc I have soft spot on Zayn), Larry, Elounor, Liam swore at us, Liam insulted paps, carrots invasion, and another shit.

But our boys won TCAs, VMAs, MTV Hottest! We're beyonce.

And This Is Us is PERFECT! I'm just speechless.

Just the carrots make me want to stab them and murder them brutally! I hate carrots! Do they know that our fandom is full? They can join The Wanted fandom instead.

Well, I've been extremely busy with school so I barely have time to write. School is a fucking bitch! Lots of assignments, homework, tests, and stuffs. So I hope you'll be patient for the next update.

But I can still online on Twitter, so if you want to talk to me, you can follow and tweet or DM me on Twitter @ddenna143. I won't bite I promise.

Anyway, my birthday is in a couple of days (September 10th) so let's just say this chapter is to celebrate my early sweet sixteen lol.

Um.. I don't know what else to say so thank you for reading my rant and this story. Hope you'll still like it. I love you guys, you're the best!

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Denna <3




It was three weeks after Louis and I's first 'fight' and we had made our relationship official two weeks ago. We hadn't come out to the public yet, because management didn't allow us to. Well, Harry had been my former boyfriend so it would bring bad impression to the public if we came out. People would think that I was a bitch who dated two guys from the same band and it would make Louis and Harry's image look bad.

Harry and Leigh were very cute together. Looked like they were head over heels in love with each other, which was good. I was glad Harry had found the better girl for him than me. I knew Leigh deserved him more. Most of the fans had started to accept and ship them together, even though not a few who were against their relationship. There were still a few fans who still shipped Harry and I, and still couldn't get over the fact that we both had moved on and Harry had been happy with Leigh. Maybe the remaining existence of Hamille Shippers was another reason for the management to keep me and Louis in the closet.

I found myself at home lying lazily on my bed with my phone, googling for jobs. I had graduated from high school for almost a year but I didn't go to college or uni because I had ran away from home. Lately I felt so bored and useless, doing nothing all day with no jobs and no school. Actually my dad had signed me up to Bellerbys College and I would start college this Autumn which would be next month. So basically I had nothing to do for a month. I wanted to hang out with Louis and the boys but they were busy with recordings, interviews, and stuffs. Danielle was busy with her job as a dancer, Leigh helped with her dad's motel and I wasn't too close to Perrie. She was also busy with Little Mix. So I had to find a job to fill my free time.

Finding a job was really hard, knowing I was only graduated from high school. Most of the job requirements was at least college or sixth form graduate, not high school. I sighed deeply then heard the door was being thrust open. I looked up from my phone to see my dad poked his head into the room.

"Camille," he called. "You've been lying on your bed and it's 2 o'clock now," he said.

"I don't feel like getting up," I replied nonchalantly, then returned my gaze to my phone.

"I'm going to work now. I left the food from last night in the kitchen," he told me then left.

"Okay," I mumbled. Then my eyes spotted an interesting job vacancy. Hey, I could work at Tesco as the employer! The wage wasn't much but I thought it was quite enough. I could have my own money and savings so I didn't have to bother my dad. And I didn't want to bother Louis from the start. I had never asked Louis for buying me something. He was a billionaire but he was my boyfriend, not my dad, so I didn't ask money from him. Also the job was easy and pretty fun.

I filled the vacancy then had a quick shower before made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I ate shrimp from dinner last night as late breakfast.



Another lazy day, since we didn't have anything to do for today. I decided to use this free day to have some rest because we were going to have a gig tomorrow.

I thought it would be nice to spend time with Liam so I went to his room in hope he wouldn't have any plans for today. As I reached his door, I opened it without knocking then stepped inside and found him getting dressed.

"Why are you getting dressed? Are you gonna go out?" I inquired.

"Yes," he sighed, rolled the sleeve of his red and black plaid shirt so his toned biceps were revealed. "Dani wanted me to accompany her shopping," he told me.

I felt a sting feeling in my chest knowing Liam would go out with his girlfriend instead of spending time with me. But who the fuck was I; I wasn't his boyfriend or his daddy. I couldn't stop him doing anything he wanted.

"Hey, don't be sad," he said softly, noticed my sad frown. "I'll be back in a few hours."

"Have fun with Danielle," I smiled sadly. My heart ached, but I knew I had no chance to be with him. I had to accept the fact that he was Danielle's, not mine. I wasn't sure if Liam had feelings to me, even we sometimes made out or did sweet coupley things. He loved Danielle and I had to step back and better not to ruin their relationship.

"Ni-" he trailed off, but I cut him off.

"It's okay, Liam. I understand. Just.. have fun and be happy with her, okay?" I said and with that I stormed off the room before the tears fall off my eyes.

Liam loved Danielle, they were head over heels in love with each other and happy. I had to plant that in my head. I had no rights to ruin their relationship. I was just a fool who unwillingly fell in love with my best friend who had the same sex with me.



A few hours after I had breakfast I found myself on my room, reading The Da Vinci Code, my favorite book of all time. As I was drowning into the awesomeness, I felt my stomach grumbled and twisted, and suddenly I got an urge to throw up. I ran towards the loo and spilled the contents of my guts out, let the disgusting dense fluid went through my mouth into the toilet, left bitter taste in my mouth. My stomach ached and I felt suffocated, it was one of the worst feelings.

After brushing my teeth, I went back to my room and continued reading my book but then I felt like throwing up again. I went back to the loo and knelt in front of the toilet then puked my guts out again. I felt like my stomach was being squeezed as the breakfast I ate this morning left my stomach.

I had vomited for three times then, and my whole body felt weak. I had no clue what was wrong with my body, why I was throwing up three times in less than an hour. My stomach was empty then, so I couldn't throw up anymore.

I grabbed my phone to call Louis but as I gripped the device, it started to ring, signaled that there was an incoming call. Leigh's name along with a picture of her appeared on the screen and I slid my thumb across the screen to answer the call.

"Hello?" I answered in weak raspy voice.

"Hey Camille, just wondering if you want to go to the new Thai restaurant with me," she said cheerfully.

"Um, when?" I inquired, and I was sure I sounded like a dying goat.

"Wait, what's wrong with your voice? Are you okay?" she asked in concern.

"Just threw up three times a few minutes ago," I replied weakly. My throat felt so dry and painful.

"Honey, are you alright?" Leigh asked carefully.

"I don't know," I replied, massaged my temples due to the dizzy feeling in my head.

"Are you sick or ill?" she inquired.

"I was perfectly fine this morning," I told her.

"When was the last time you had your period?" she asked suddenly, and it was like a thunder just hit me.

"I haven't had it since last month," I replied, my hand began to tremble. I didn't have period regularly. My period was usually late but could it possibly be..

I shook my head in disapproval. No, that was impossible.

"I hate to say this but I'm afraid you're pregnant," Leigh said bluntly. Typical her. "You've been throwing up and haven't gotten period since last month," she said carefully. "But you should take pregnancy test to make it sure," she continued and I let out a gasp. "I'm sorry Camille," she sighed deeply.

I shut my eyes tightly, took a deep shaky breath to calm myself down. My heart was throbbing fast against my chest wall and my chest felt tight and heavy.

"I'll call you later," I told Leigh then hung up. I sucked a deep intake of air through my mouth and exhaled, tried just to breath normally.

There was now way I was pregnant. Louis always pulled out before he came. I bit my trembling bottom lip then suddenly something crossed my mind.



"What's up babe?" I answered Camille's call in bright tone since I was in good mood.

"L-Louis-" Camille replied, sounded scared.

"What's wrong, sunshine?" I inquired softly as worry started to blanket me. I heard sobs and sniffs from the edge of the line.

"I-" she choked out, her voice was trapped on her throat. She let out heartbreaking sobs that created clouds inside me then continued hoarsely, "I-I think I'm pregnant."

I felt the world stopped spinning and the ground crashed down, got me fall into dark bottomless pit. I gripped my phone tightly until my knuckles turned white and gasped.

"W-what?" I practically screamed to the phone. I heard Camille cried and I didn't realize I was close to tears.

"I'm pregnant," she said between sobs.

She was pregnant.


That was like a thunder just hit me.

"Wha-" I swallowed. The lump in my throat made it hard to speak. "H-how?" I inquired in high tone.

"I-I don't know," she replied in raspy voice and sniffed.

"Because o-of m-me? M-my baby?" I stuttered.

Of course it is, you little shit. She lost her virginity to you and you're the only one she had sex with. Idiot!

I gulped. She had my baby inside her stomach. That was my fault for being a careless stupid shit. And I had to be responsible. And that meant.. I was going to be a dad.

"I don't know," her voice was barely audible.

"What?" I exclaimed. What the fuck that she didn't know? That was clearly my baby, was it? 

"I don't know, Louis," she whispered, got me more confused and puzzled.

"What do you mean? You don't know if that's my baby or not?" I questioned. My trembling hand gripped my phone tightly and the other one messed my hair.

"I'm not sure," she said.

"Why?" I asked in loud voice. "Why, Camille? I'm the only one you've ever had sex with, right?"

"No," she breathed.

"What the fuck, Camille!" I yelled and Camille's sobs were louder. I felt a sting feeling in my chest hearing her cried like that but I thought I was the only fucking guy who had ever had motherfucking sex with her. What the fuck was going on?


"I thought you were a virgin when I first fucked you!" I cut her off as rage started to grow inside me.

"I w-was," she cried. "But I had sex with Harry when-"

"YOU FUCKING SLUT!" I snarled at the top of my lungs and with that I hung up.



I had been lying on the bathroom floor bawling my eyes out for an hour. My eyes were red and swollen, my nose was snotty and my hair was in such a mess.

You fucking slut!


His voice echoed in my mind, haunted me. He was right. I was a slut. I didn't deserve Louis, Harry, or even any good guy. I was a fucking slut.

But however, no matter how I regretted and hated my self, there was still a (possibly) baby inside my belly. And I had to do something about it.

I got up, lifted my head from the floor then managed myself to sit straight up on the floor. I was practically soaked but I didn't care. I grabbed my phone from the floor then dialed Harry's number. Maybe he could help me. I doubted it, but at least I had to give it a try, right?



I gripped the steering wheel tightly as the Audi R8 Coupe I was in moved in high speed over the speed limit, passed the vehicles on the busy road. My knuckles turned white because of the force I gave on my grip and my heart beat uncontrollably. I tried so hard to focus and pour all of my attention on the road, but it was impossible. I was living a nightmare.

I hit the brake to slow the vehicle down and spun the steering wheel, made the car turned left on the junction. I found myself in the very familiar block; my ex-girlfriend's neighborhood. It had been quite long I hadn't been in this place, but it felt like yesterday I was in this area. The atmosphere was still the same and I still remembered the details of the area; the park, the houses, the road, everything. It felt like yesterday I was driving here to pick my girlfriend up. It felt like yesterday I was still dating this girl.

Couldn't deny that I miss those times. When we were happy and fine with no troubles. When we thought that we were meant to be together forever, care less about anything else. When we thought that we were inseparable. When our relationship was still on fire, when we were still head over heels in love with each other, when truth and honesty was the only thing spoken. When our relationship was just simply perfect, before we blew it up.

But things changed. This girl wasn't the innocent girl I used to know. We made a huge mess, huge mistake. It was naive to say that I didn't regret anything. Even though this trouble brought me to Leigh, the amazing girl I was deeply in love with, but I fucked Camille's life up. In the blink of an eye, this girl was pregnant, possibly with my baby. Or it might had been my best friend's. But the chance that it would be my baby was bigger, knowing I didn't use protection when I had sex with her. I didn't even remember if I had pulled out before I came.

I pulled in Camille's driveway then quickly hopped off the car and entered the house, didn't forget to lock the car. The familiar smell greeted my nose and my stomach sank. I missed the atmosphere. I had felt like home in this place.

I banished the thoughts off my mind. There was no time to have nostalgia with this place. Moreover I had Leigh. And I had the more important thing to do at the moment. I walked past the living room and found it was deserted and quiet; not only the living room, but the whole house was really quiet. I knew her father was at work. I still remembered her father's occupation, a lawyer. He would be home at nine, and usually when he had gotten home, Camille had cooked dinner. She usually cooked spaghetti bolognese if she didn't have much time.

I climbed the stairs and made my way towards her bedroom with long strides. My feet hurt a bit, since I just removed the plaster cast two days ago. But thank God I was then able to walk properly again, and also drive. My hand reached the door knob and without knocking I thrust the door open. My gaze quickly met a small body that was curled into a ball, laid on the queen sized bed. Small sobs escaped her lips and her body was shaking furiously, her shoulder fell and rise along with her heartbreaking sobs. I approached her and threw my arms around her frail body.

"Ssh, it's okay," I whispered and held her tight. I rubbed her back gently and soothingly, tried to comfort her, in a friendly way. Camille buried her face on my chest and clutched my shirt with her small hand and I rested my chin on top of her head. Her hair didn't smell like shampoo, it wasn't bad though. Apparently she hadn't washed her hair. But the smell of her hair was so familiar.

We stayed like this the way we used to, when Camille was in her fragile state. I still remembered clearly we were exactly like this at the night when she ran away from her father. She couldn't stop crying and I just held her exactly like this.

"Harry," Camille croaked, her voice was hoarse due to hours of crying.

"Yeah?" I responded softly, my lips were pressed against her head.

"I'm sorry," she said and sobbed.

I sighed and shook my head. "Not your fault, okay?" 


"Don't say anything," I cut her off. "Try to calm down. Just breathe. I'm here for you," I said gently, hugged her tighter. "You can cry on me, and let it all out. Just remember that I'm always here for you."



For the nth time in my life, I cried myself to sleep.This time in Harry's arms, with my face was pressed against his chest and his face against my head. I untangled myself from Harry's arms and sat up, and a sudden cold attacked my body as Harry's warmth was no longer connected to my body. I looked around and my gaze fell on Harry's face, he was staring at me with his green eyes.

"Feel better?" he asked quietly.

"A bit," I replied, then moved my eyes from his face towards the digital clock on my nightstand. It was 5 PM, meant that I had slept for some hours. Harry got up and stood cross legged in next to me, and I felt his gaze burned into the side of my face.

As I recalled the reason why I cried myself to sleep, I felt my heart sank and my shoulder felt heavy. A lump started to grow in my throat and my eyes began to wet. I blinked fast, tried to hold back the tears. I wasn't going to waste more tears for my stupid mistake.

Harry noticed the sadness on my face and he quickly enveloped me into tight hug. I allowed myself to sink into his warmth and breathed in his angelic scent, felt a little bit comfortable. He caressed my back soothingly with his thumb and rested his nose on the crook of my neck.

"Ready to tell me?" he asked carefully, his voice was husky and deep. I let go off his embrace and looked down at my lap.

"You don't have to if you're not ready," he said softly.

"It's okay," I said in small voice. Harry took my hand in his massive one and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I took a deep breath then told him about it, explained how I had thrown up three times and when Leigh called me, telling me I might had been pregnant. And I didn't skip the part when I informed Louis and his respond to me. Harry patiently listened to me in concerned expression with eyebrows furrowed, without cutting me off.

"Well," Harry trailed off after I finished telling him. "I feel sorry for you," he said.

"It's my own fault," I replied, my voice was shaking. I was on the edge of crying, but I fought so hard not to let the tears fall.

"No, it's not," he said.

"It is!" I exclaimed, and a single tear fell off my eyes. Harry sighed and wiped the tear away using his thumb.

"Are you one hundred percent sure that you're pregnant?" he inquired.

"Not really," I answered.

"You should take pregnancy test to make it sure," he told me. 

"I know," I mumbled.

"Wait here, yea? I'll get you the pregnancy test," he stood up and straightened his tee shirt.

"Be careful," I said. "Make sure you're not followed or spotted."

"I will," he said then walked out of my room. I heard the sound of car engine and a car pulled off my driveway, indicated that Harry had gone to get the pregnancy test.

I waited impatiently on my bed for Harry to come back. My heart was hammering hard against my chest wall in anticipation. My head felt dizzy and heavy, my palm became clammy and sweats were dripping down my forehead. To be honest I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready to have a baby. I wasn't ready to be a teen mom.

Every passing seconds made me even presumed more that I was pregnant. I was scared i would be ruining Harry and Louis' career, but I didn't want to abort the baby. I didn't want to kill an innocent life. I would raise the baby by myself even though it was extremely hard for me, and wasn't going to bother Harry or Louis. And I would make sure nobody especially the fans know that Harry or Louis was the father of my baby.

An hour that felt like a million years passed and finally Harry came back with a Tesco bag of Oreo, my favorite Godiva chocolate (wow he remembered), a pack of Lil-Lets tampons (I was surprised he remembered the brand of my tampons too), and Medic, the pregnancy test.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently, pulling the pregnancy test and handed it to me. I took it with hesitation and Harry took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Let's just do it," I mumbled and took a deep breath as I made my way towards the bathroom. Harry followed me behind, his hand was still connected with mine.

I examined the Medic box and opened it, then tried to read and understand the instruction. But my mind couldn't focus with what was written in it, so I just stared hopelessly at the box in my hand.

"Let me help you," Harry said, took the box from me and pulled the pregnancy test from the box. "I've read the instruction," he told me. I just nodded weakly as response.

"Pee here," he handed me a small container. "Tell me when you've done. I'll wait outside," he said gesturing towards the door with his thumb.

"It's okay," I replied in weak voice. "You can stay here," I told him.

I tried to pee on the container but my hands were shaking so it was hard for me to hold the container in steady position. Harry noticed me struggled with it so he helped me holding the container while I was peeing. Being a gentleman he always was, he looked away, didn't peek at all.

After I finished, he put the container by the sink and set the pregnancy test device next to it. Everything happened in slow motion, my head felt dizzy and everything was blurry and spinning around me. I witnessed Harry took a pipette and dipped it into the urnie in the container, let some of the liquid trapped inside the pipette. Then he poured a few drops of urine into the small window at the lower part of the device. He waited until the device was completely soaked before adding the next drop.

"Wait for three minutes," Harry said in husky voice and flashed me a tired smile whilst dumping my urine into the toilet and flushed it. He washed his hands and sighed deeply. "Let's wait outside," he suggested, glanced at his watch on his left wrist then took my hand and held it in a friendly way.

I shook my head weakly and just stared at the device blankly, barely blinking. I was very aware of the small device, didn't want to miss anything. My heart was pounding hard like a drum and I didn't realize I was clutching Harry's hand so tightly and dug my nails into it. Harry didn't seem to mind though. My whole body tensed and my ears were ringing like crazy. It was probably the longest three minutes of my life.

"Look," Harry spoke, broke the uncomfortable tensed silence. "I know we've broken up but you're still my best friend. Whatever the result is, I'll help you get through this. Get it?"

I nodded slightly and he continued, "If the result is negative, thank God. But if the result is positive, I'll help you raise the baby, whether it's mine or not."

"No," I said huskily. "I don't want to ruin your career," I said.

"I'll make sure my career won't be ruined. Trust me. Let me help you," he replied stubbornly and I knew there was no way I could say no.

The silence was back again and only the sound of our heavy breaths that was heard. I glanced at Harry's watch and asked, "how many minutes?"

He glanced at his watch and wrinkled his forehead. "It's three minutes already," he answered. "Let's see the result."

I was preparing myself for the positive sign to appear. It was oppressing.

He took the device and examined it, then showed it to me. As I saw the result, I let out a loud squeal and my body collapsed on the floor.

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