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?


25. Reunion


I waked out of the loo with just a towel covered my body. I opened the closet to find my clothes and decided to wear an oversize pink sweatshirt and black hot pants then put on little bit foundation and mascara. Right after I finished I heard Harry woke up and yawned. I watched him got up and sat on my bed. He looked very puzzled as his eyes observed my room. Then his emerald orbs found mine and his expression was priceless. He looked surprised to see me, probably forgot about what happened last night.

Or he didn't mean that?

I sighed as the pain crept under my skin. He probably thought that last night meant nothing for him. He just came for sex then left. I should had known that from the start.

But the main question was still hanging in the air. What was he doing in my house? I thought he was kidnapped and waiting for us to rescue him. How could he escape and come here?

I wanted to ask but my tongue tied and my lips were glued.



Finally I could get rid of the headache I got when I woke up and recalled how I got here. I remembered last night clearly, the way she rocked me, the way our lips touched, and the way we found each other and fit so perfectly like two pieces of puzzle that solved each other. I stared at her brown eyes and she stared back with blank sad stare.

What was wrong with her? She was different last night her eyes were full of love, passion, and lust. But now she stared at me with blank stare, like last night didn't mean anything to her.

I sighed and just stared at her orange sheet that covered my naked lower body. I was too afraid and shy to get up, I was frozen in place. I heard her walked across the room and I lifted my head to see she bent down in front of my suitcase then pulled out my jeans, white T-shirt and underwear. I chuckled a little when she pulled my underwear then threw it to me, followed by my jeans and T-shirt.

"Go dress up, I won't peek," she said then walked out of her room, leaving me alone.

I grabbed my underwear first, then removed the sheet. I put it on and wore my shirt, then stood up to put on my skinny jeans. I stared at my suitcase, wondered why it was there. I also remembered that my car was in her garage too. I was so puzzled. The last time I remembered they were at Leigh's motel.

My mind drifted to Leigh. I remembered telling her I loved her when I was in her motel. Also we kissed a lot there, she helped me forget about Camille. I didn't forget when I was kidnapped, I kissed Taylor. And now there I was, in Camille's room after shagging her last night.

What was wrong with me?

I knew my mind was very fucked up, and I did very stupid things. I should had thought about the consequences before I act. There would be broken hearts, pains, and scars because of me. I wish I could rewind the time and back to the time when Camille and I were still together and no troubles came between us.

I sighed then walked towards the door. I opened it and walked out of the room. It was deserted outside her room, so I went downstairs.

On my way down the stairs I almost bumped into a tall figure that was walking upstairs. I stopped and Camille's dad lifted his head to look at me, his expression was unreadable.

"Um, s-sorry. Excuse me, sir," I stammered. He just gave me a strange look then walked past me without saying anything. I raised my eyebrows and continued walking downstairs.

I found Camille in the kitchen, making sandwich for her breakfast.

"Hey," I said and leaned on the kitchen doorway. She jumped in surprise, didn't expect me interrupting her cooking.

"Sorry if I scared you," I said slowly. I wasn't in the mood to laugh now. She owed me bunch of explanations.

"That's fine," she said whilst spreading butter on the toasted bread. "Ketchup?" she asked looking at me. I nodded and she spread the ketchup on a bread. "Chili?" she asked again. I shook my head then she put some smoked beef, tomato, onions, and cheese. She took some lettuces from a plate, about to put it on my bread but she realized something and put it back on the plate. I smiled, she still remembered that I hated lettuces. It made my heart warm.

"Basically," I trailed off, finding the right words to say. "Um, why are my stuffs in your house?" I asked carefully.

She let out a sigh and kept on putting some mayonnaise on the bread then closed it with another bread.

"Here you are," she said and handed me the breakfast.

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Well," she looked at my eyes then took two breads and made another sandwich for herself. "Louis asked me to take your stuffs and car from Leigh's motel and keep them in my house," she explained. I nodded but then my heart beat faster. She had met Leigh?

"You've met Leigh?" I asked. She nodded and asked, "Why?"

"Um, never mind."

"I thought you were kidnapped?" she crooked one of her eyebrow.

"Yes I was," I answered.

"Then?" she asked, puzzled.

"I escaped," I said shortly.

"I'm so confused now. You know Louis and I have been searching for you. I'm so-" she trailed off, now wanting to continue.

"What?" I asked.

"Um, I'm so worry about you," she whispered, but I still could barely hear her.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"For what? I should be the one who's sorry," she said.

"I shouldn't have left the house," I said. "I left the lads, they thought I was going to leave the band. Actually I never wanted to leave the band, never! Then I stayed on Leigh's motel for a few days and got kidnapped," I explained.

"There are a lot to explain. We both owe explanations to each other," she said under her breath.

"You're right," I mumbled and sat next to her then started eating the sandwich.

"We need to talk," she stated.

"I agree. Let's go out somewhere to talk."

"Okay, where?" she asked.

"Um, how about going to Avian, at lunchtime?" I suggested. "I'm in the mood for Italian food."

"Good idea," she replied.

"Anyway, I almost bumped into your dad when I walked down the stairs," I said.

"Really? Did he say something?" her eyes widened.

"Nope, he just sent me a weird look then walked past me," I told her.

"Well, I just talked to him before you arrived here," she uttered. "He.. um-" she trailed off. I crooked my left eyebrow then she continued, "He heard us last night."

I gasped. I knew we were loud and it was very awkward knowing Camille's father, who hated me with all his heart and every drops of his blood heard us. So that was his strange stare about.

"I'm sorry for last night. That was embarrassing," I said taking her hand and looked deep into her eyes.



He took my hand and squeezed the back of my hand. His orbs were staring deeply into mine, making my heart raced even more.

"It was awkward," I mumbled. "I didn't know I was that loud."

"You were loud, Camille. You were screaming the whole time," he said then burst into laughter. I couldn't help but laugh too.

"Oh my God, Harry! That's so embarrassing!" I said between my laughter. Harry was laughing very hard, a few tears escaped his eyes as he laughed his brain off.

"You screamed my name all night long!" he laughed and wiped his tears. His face was red and my face was flushed.

"Stop laughing, Harold!" I said, but then I laughed again.

Finally I managed myself to stop laughing but Harry was still laughing and mocking me.

"Harry, stop!" I yelled and waved my hand in front of his face. He didn't stop, so I stepped closer, leaned in and pressed my lips against his to make him stop. He was surprised at first and I was hesitant, but after a few awkward seconds he kissed back and put more passion on the kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around my body and I put my arms around his neck. He pulled me closer and after a few moments we pulled away.

My face was flushed and red, and so did he. We stared at each other then grinned like idiots.

"Well," he trailed off. "That was great," he said smiling at the ground.

"What? The kiss?" I asked.

"Not just it," he replied. "But last night, the whole thing. It was just.. incredible."

"Did you really mean everything you did to me last night, or you just did that to satisfy yourself?" that words escaped my lips without warning.

"What? No! Not at all, Camille. It was the night I would never forget. I really meant that," he replied and took a deep breath. He looked at the ground, then looked up to me. His emerald green orbs found mine as he took my hand once again, rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand then whispered, "I love you."




"I don't want to do it for you anymore!" I shouted.

"You're mine and you'll do everything I say," Josh grabbed my wrists and forced me to look at him. "Understand?!" he yelled right in front of my face. I stared at him in terror and tried to collect myself together, and braced myself to fight him.

It was too much. He was off limit. I was sick of him, tired of being his sex slave. I had no idea why my 1 year boyfriend who used to be sweet, caring, and gentle now used me as his sex slave.

"I've had enough for this, Josh. I don't want to be your sex slave anymore," I cooed tiredly.

"You're motherfucking mine!" he yelled then twisted my wrist in a strange direction, caused me to scream in pain. "Shut the fuck up," he whispered in my ears, sent me shivers down my spine.

Josh put my hands up above my head and began to rip my shirt off, raped me like he always did every night. But that time I wouldn't let that happen. Not again. I wasn't a barbie doll he could play whatever he liked.

I moved away, tried to get off his grip but he was too strong. He licked his lips then lied me down on the bed roughly. He tugged my short denim abruptly, leaving me with just bra and underwear. His lusty eyes stared hungrily at my half naked body and his hands grasped the corner of my underwear. I quickly got up and rolled out of bed, then ran towards the door of his bedroom. It had been two weeks since he had locked me in flat, and had never allowed me to leave or even take a step outside his flat.

"Come back, little slut!" he growled furiously and ran after me. I reached the door and opened it, then ran across his flat to get the front door. In the middle of the room I felt his grasp around my waist and he spun me around. My feet tripped and I fell on the floor headfirst. I knelt on my knees in front of him, tried to get up but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up.

"Don't you dare to run from me," he whispered huskily. His glare was full of anger and lust. He seemed like he was going to eat me in one gulp. Tears started running down my cheek as I stared at him, wondering why my sweet gentle boyfriend turned to an evil one. I couldn't figure out what was my fault, what did I do that caused him treated me meanly like this.

"Get up and satisfy me," he demanded and pulled my hair even harder. I slowly got up with trembling feet. I glanced over the door to find out ways to escape from him when the door was thrust open and a man stepped in. I couldn't see the face clearly because my were blurry from the tears.

"Josh? Bloody hell!" the yelled. I could recognize his voice and could tell who was it.

"Ben!" Josh exclaimed nervously. I could tell he was surprised to see his brother stepping in when he was about to rape me.

"What the heck are you doing with Leigh?" Ben snapped, putting his hands on his waist.

"Not your business. Now get out, Ben," Josh yelled. 

"Don't tell me you're gonna rape Leigh," Ben said.

"Shut up and leave. This isn't your problem," Josh said then put his hand off my hair. Instead he grabbed my waist harshly and pulled me closer to him. "Go to my bedroom, now!" Josh whispered huskily in my ears. It was loud enough for Ben to hear it.

"Help," I whispered shakily. Josh pinched my waist, caused me to moan in pain.

"Let her go," Ben demanded.

"No, she's mine. I can do whatever I want with her," Josh protested.

"Let her go!" Ben shouted loudly. "Or I will call the police," he threatened.

"You won't dare," Josh replied, pretended not to afraid but I could tell he was afraid that Ben would call the police.

"I'll call the police now," Ben said whilst pulling his phone from his back pocket.

"Let me go!" I dared to fight again. Josh let me go off his grip and I ran towards the door passed Ben. I threw him a thanking look before opening the door.

"Remember, Leigh," Josh shouted. "I will get you back! I'll find you and next time, I will never let you go. You can run this time, but next time, you have no chance to escape," he growled.

I continued running and got out of his flat. I ran to my house and quickly packed my stuffs, then left Leicestershire. I moved to London, and never looking back.



There he was, Joshua John Devine, staring back at me with unreadable expression. I stood there clumsily, unable to think straight. His last words before I left echoed in my mind.

You can run this time, but next time, you have no chance to escape.

I closed my eyes tightly, hoping that it was just a dream, hoping that when I opened my eyes his figure would disappear but when I opened my eyes, he was still there, sitting next to Zayn Malik with a bowl of popcorn on his lap. His brown eyes were deeply glued on me, exploring me from the top of my head to the edge of my heels. My body was shaking, I was very terrified.

He found me.

I didn't know how to face him. Ben wouldn't be here to interrupt and save me this time. I gasped at that thought. My head was spinning and I felt my stomach began to wobble uncontrollable.

I was kicked out of my thoughts by Louis snapping his fingers in front of me.

"Leigh!" Louis called loudly.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Um.. yes, I'm fine, Louis," I replied. I tried my best to sound normal but my voice didn't come out as what I hoped. I sounded shaking and raspy.

"You don't seem alright," Niall spoke.

"I'm fine, really," I said as I got my voice back.

"Well, I'm about to introduce you to my friends," Louis said. I nodded then he gave me a purposeful look, and I instantly understood what he meant. He still wanted to tell his band mates about Harry, and he needed my help.

"I'm Niall," Niall said and smiled cheekily.

"I know," I grinned nervously.

"This is Liam, my band mate. Liam, this is Leigh," Louis introduced me to the brown haired boy who sat on the couch, not far from where I stood. I stepped closer towards him and shook his hand. Liam smiled and nodded at me whilst shaking my hand.

"This is Dan, my guitarist in the band. He also part of One Direction," Louis said. I approached the light brown haired boy who was next to Liam.

"Nice to meet you, Leigh," Dan smiled. I smiled back and shook his hand.

My heart beat uncontrollably and my feet trembled. I knew I had to face Josh.

"This is Zayn, my band mate too," Louis said.

"Hey, Leigh. I'm Zayn," Zayn smiled and shook my hand.

"And the last," Louis showed me the guy who was sitting next to Zayn. "Josh, the drummer," he said. Wait, Josh was One Direction's drummer? I knew he was very expert in drumming, but I never thought that he would be One Direction's drummer.

Once again, I was frozen in place. I felt cold and my whole body shivered. I stood still and there was a awkward silence in the room.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Leigh," Josh's husky voice broke the silence. His voice was like a thunder in my heart. I knew there was a veiled meaning on his statement.



My heart pounded really fast. I didn't expect to see her here, in this place. I had never thought I could meet her in London. The last thing I knew she left Leicestershire three years ago and never came back. A few months after that I was offered a job in London as drummer in X-Factor, then became One Direction's drummer, touring with the lads.

Rage filled my heart. Revenge pumped through my veins, and it grew bigger and bigger every time I saw the face of my ex girlfriend that I used to date for over a year. I clenched my fist, tried to control myself. My body was shaking in anger. It happened over three years ago and my anger had been quite decreased, but revenge and rage was still remaining. My mind recalled the events of three years ago, the reason why I tortured Leigh and used her as my sex slave.

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