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?


15. Over?


We sat around the small kitchen table, about to have lunch Taylor cooked. She was a good cook, so I expected delicious food for the lunch.

"Here's for the lunch," she said whilst serving instant porridge for us. What? Instant porridge? I frowned.

"Don't you have any ingredients so I can make proper lunch? I can only find this bloody instant porridge on the cupboard and there are only bloody eggs on the fridge. You have to refill your kitchen, Nathan," she complained.

"I can't afford that," Nathan replied.

"You all are so pathetic," she dissed.

"Well, we might be miserable now, but we'll take over One Direction's fancy life soon!" I said in joyful tone. Everyone seemed to cheer up.

"That's right! We'll be rich and Savannah will kneel on her knees for me," said Siva.

"So will Anintha," Tom added.

I raised my glass of plain water to the air.

"Cheers for our upcoming success!" I exclaimed. We all lifted our glasses and tossed. Then we ate in silence.

The food finished quickly and I was still hungry.

"Shit, I'm still hungry," I uttered.

"Me too," Max replied.

"Well I'm so full, I've had lunch with Savannah at Nando's before," said Siva loftily.

"I bet Savannah paid it all," I stated.

"Jackpot," he answered.

"Lucky you. I'm still hungry," Nathan said. "Look, there's still a porridge over there!" he pointed over a bowl of porridge on the table across the kitchen. We rushed towards the last porridge and had a little fight over it.

"Guys, stop," Siva pulled us apart. "Just share it equally, okay." We agreed and decided to share the last porridge.

Before we could get a spoon of porridge, Taylor took the bowl from us.

"This one is for Harry," she said and put the bowl away from us.

"But-" I tried to protest.

"No but's. We're not going to let him die in starvation, are we," she stated then walked away with the porridge in her hand.

"He's better dead," Tom said abruptly.

Taylor turned around and threw him a death glare then continued walking towards the basement door. She turned the key on the door knob, opened the door, and got in before shut the door behind her.



Simon cleared his throat and stared at us, one by one. His face expression was unreadable. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. There was a dead scary silence in the living room.

"I'll tell the management, we're going to cancel the interview tonight," he finally spoke. "And about Louis and Camille," he trailed off, took a deep breath and continued, "Let them solve their problem themselves, okay. Don't get involved into this problem, unless they ask you to."

I just nodded, my fingers played on my lap. I was so nervous, I stared at my nails to prevent eye contact with Simon.

"Wait, is there any other way so we don't need to cancel the interview?" Perrie asked. Damn, she shouldn't had asked that. It'd just make this a little bit worse.

"Well of course there's another way. We just need to find Louis and Harry. Simple like that," Simon replied sarcastically. Perrie just looked at the ground, I could tell she regretted for asking that dumb question. Zayn put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Well I think I better be going. There's nothing for me to be done here," he said and stood up, then walked towards Danielle and Perrie.

"For you two," he pointed at mine and Zayn's girlfriend. "I put my trust on you to look after my boys. Make sure they don't make any troubles, understand?"

"Yes, sir," Danielle replied and sent a glare at me. I just grimaced.

"If you need me, just call me," he said then left.

Niall growled and buried his face on his hands. I wrapped my arms around him, and held him tight, tried to comfort him. I stroked his back.

"Is this means that we're over?" he asked and lifted his head. Tears started to streamed down his face. I wiped his tears away and hugged him again.

"I don't know, Niall," I replied.

"No!" Zayn yelled. "Look, guys. WE ARE NOT OVER. I don't care what would happen, I'll fight for this band. We'll always be together, forever always. We all know Harry and Louis. They'll be back soon, together, with huge grin on their face. Everything will be back to normal," he said in just one breath.

Danielle responded, "He's totally right. Lou might started this trouble but I'm sure he'll fix this."

"I believe in Louis," Zayn said before walked out of the living room towards his room.

"Well, we'll cook for lunch and dinner," Perrie walked to the kitchen, followed by Danielle. There was just me and Niall in the living room.

"Let's play FIFA," I suggested. He nodded.

"I'll use Barcelona," he said quickly.

"I'll play using Chelsea. Demba Ba is on fire," I replied.

"But Messi is a legend, he's unbeatable. With Alexis and Villa in the forward, Petr Cech will pick up the ball from his own goal. And Christian Tello is very amazing, he's still young but his skill is incredible," Niall said.

"But don't forget the deadly collaboration between Juan Mata, Demba Ba, and Oscar. Plus Hazard, they'll make Valdes pee on his pants!" I argued back.

"Oh that's very scary," Niall said with 100% sarcasm. "Take a look at Xavi, Iniesta, and Pedro. They can't even pass Abidal and Pique!" he didn't want to lose.

"Okay, Barcelona and Derby Country are the best team in the world," I said, decided to lose on this argument. Niall grinned, and it made me overwhelmed. Finally he smiled and he looked so cute. I pecked his cheek that turned pink.

"Let's start the game and prove who's better," I said. I knew he'd definitely win. He was very good in FIFA. I meant, extremely good.



The porridge tasted awful. It made me want to puke. Taylor finally took off my handcuff. She watched me ate and it made me felt very uncomfortable. I put the bowl away after a couple of spoon and stared at the porridge in disgust.

"Why don't you finish it? I made it for you," she asked.

"I don't like it," I answered. I knew it sounded rude but I didn't care. I decided to stop being nice to her after she almost 'raped' me. I wanted to show her that I didn't like her and wanted her to get out of my life.

"At least show your respect, Harry," she was pissed off. I turned my face to the left side and looked at the floor. Then I turned my face back at her and stared at her eyes harshly. She raised her eyebrows, questioned.

"Why did you do this to me?" I asked rigidly.

"Did what? Making you lunch?" she asked back, pretended she didn't know.

"You know what I mean. Why did you kidnap me?" I said, straight to the point.

"Well," she trailed off. Her voice was softened. "Do you remember when we were on vacation in Caribbean islands?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was a few days after new year and it was the last time we spent time together. We broke up on the third night there," I answered.

"Correct," she said, then gazed at my eyes. Her eyes glistened and she continued tenderly, "That night.." she gulped her words. Her eyes were getting wet and a few tears hung in the edge on the corner of her eyes, about to fall. I wiped her tears gently with my thumb. I felt sympathy for her. I thought I shouldn't had been this rude to her. However she was a human who had feelings and could get hurt.

"Well, that night... We were in the ship and you left me for eight hours," she said, her voice was shaking, she was crying a little bit.

"I was drunk," I defended myself.

"Then when you came back you acted like nothing happened. You didn't know that I was madly worried about you and you didn't care at all."

"I did care about you, I mean when we were dating. I just tried to be calm. You're too emotional!" I raised my voice.

"You never cared about me! You ignored me and spent more time to your faggot band mates," she finally yelled.

"Don't you dare saying that about the lads. I've tried my best to spend more time with you. Don't you know I was busy with my job. You always ruled me and never allow me to hang out with my best friends."

"You never loved me! When I left in the Caribbean islands you didn't run after me. You didn't even call! You had another holiday and pool party with a millionaire instead!" she shouted.

"I loved you, Tay. Since our first date. And that night when you left, I've lost all of my love for you. Well I still loved you, but as a friend. Anyway, we're over. Our relationship is over, why are you still chasing me like this?" I protested.

"It's not over! WE'RE NOT OVER YET," she shouted on the top of her lungs. "You're still mine! and I won't let you go, not again! You'll stay with me."

"But we've broken up. That doesn't make sense!" I shouted back. I lost my patience, she was so insane. I didn't know what was going on in her mind, but she was so madly insane.

"No, we're not over. I consider us are still a couple and I'll do whatever it takes to get you back," she said.

"So this is the reason why you kidnapped me?" 

"Yes! Thank God now you understand," she said and walked towards the basement door. "You can't escape and remember, we're not over," she continued before locked the basement door.

"Shit!" I cursed. I put my hands on my curls and messed it. I sat on the floor and curled myself, then cried without sound.


A/N: So there are lots about football.. Well, FYI, I'm soooo addicted to Football/soccer (:

To make it clear, I'll make you understand about this chapter..

Barcelona: FC Barcelona, a football club from Spain

Chelsea: CFC, a football club from London.

Demba Ba: Chelsea's striker

Messi: Lionel Messi, Barcelona's striker

Alexis: Alexis Sanchez, Barcelona's striker

Villa: David Villa, Barcelona's striker

Petr Cech: Chelsea's goalkeeper

Christian Tello: Barcelona's winger

Juan Mata: Chelsea's midfielder

Oscar: Chelsea's midfielder

Hazard: Eden Hazard, Chelsea's midfielder

Valdez: Victor Valdez, Barcelona's goalkeeper

Xavi: Xavi Hernandez, Barcelona's playmaker

Iniesta: Andres Iniesta, Barcelona's midfielder

Pedro: Pedro Rodriguez, Barcelona's striker

Abidal: Eric Abidal, Barcelona's defender

Pique: Gerard Pique, Barcelona's defender

Derby Country: A football club from Ireland, Niall's favorite club.

Hope you'll understand xx

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Denna xx

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