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?


8. Scars

A/N: Hiii... Thanks for reading this fanfic xx

Well, I hope y'all read my other fanfic I create with Savannah (Twitter: @SavannahMathena) and fav it or like it (:

The fanfic called A Little Piece Of Heaven (account: BracelessMofo)

The link: http://www.movellas.com/en/book/read/201304071810177997

Thank you (: 

-Denna xoxo






I couldn't believe what I had just heard from my best friend who was crying. I left and walked to my own room and sat on my bed, rested my head on my hands. I felt nothing. Empty.

So it was clear. No wonder why Louis often glanced at Camille. No wonder why Camille acted strange, like swim naked. No wonder why she often stared at me blankly. No wonder why our kiss was no longer special.No wonder why she left the house. No wonder why she broke me up. No wonder why she didn't want me to know the reason. NO WONDER WHY SHE LEFT ME.

It hurt.

So bad.

I was drowning in sadness. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't even cry. Too bad, too cold, too much to cry.

I watched with blank stare as Louis entered my room, his eyes were so red and wet.

"Look, Harry. I'm so sorry and I know sorry isn't enough for you to forgive me. I know you'll hate me for the rest of your life, but please give me another chance to fix this. I promise I'll never do the same mistake, like ever. I honestly don't want to lose my best friend," he said. Tears streamed down his face again.

Me too, Louis. I don't want to lose you. My heart yelled but no sound came out of my mouth. I wanted to cry my heart out but my eyes didn't show any expression. I just stared at my precious best friend's face blankly. He looked very sorry and guilty. He should had been so. I turned my face. I couldn't forgive him that easy like I did two weeks ago when he left. I meant, I loved him so much. But I needed some time to forgive him. I didn't hate him, I just felt very disappointed with him, and I was so furious.

"Get out," I said coldly. He slowly walked out and shut the door behind him and entered his own room next to mine. I could hear him sobbed there.

I locked the door then laid on my bed. I just couldn't accept the reality that the girl I that owned my world cheated with my own best friend I trusted the most. I screamed loudly and put my hands on my hair, pulled my hair. It was hurt, but couldn't had been worse than the pain inside my heart. I grabbed a pocket knife, sat on the cold floor and started screaming in desperation and cutting my wrist a little bit.

I stopped cutting my wrist when I heard a knock on my door. I ignored it and threw my blackberry to the door and it was broken. I didn't care, I still had an iPhone though. 

"Harry, it's everything alright?" Liam asked behind the locked door. I didn't answer. Then he knocked the door again.

"Don't do stupid things, Harry. If you want to talk we're always here for you," I heard Zayn yelled through the door. They talked but I couldn't hear what they were talking. Then I heard footsteps and it slowly faded, meant that they had left.

I stood up, went back to the dresser then took my clothes and put them into my suitcase. I packed my bags then I saw something on my messy dresser. An orange T-shirt. It was Camille's. I grabbed the shirt and stared at it for a while. It felt like a thousand knives stabbed my chest. It was extremely painful and pathetic. I threw the shirt out of the window, didn't want to see or memorize anything about her anymore. It just made me want to kill myself.

I continued packing my bags. Actually I didn't know what I was doing. I just wanted to leave, I needed some times to be alone, away from the lads, away from Louis, and away from reality.

I walked out of my room, quickly grabbed my key in the kitchen and rushed outside.

"Whoop, where are you going, Hazza?" Niall asked innocently while watching TV and eating sandwich in the living room.

"Why are you bringing suitcases?" asked Perrie. I didn't answer.

"Wait, don't you say you're leaving," said Liam, he panicked a little. His face looked pale.

I continued walking towards the front door, but Zayn ran after me and stopped me in the doorway.

"Don't leave us. Please, don't leave the band. What's wrong with you?" he asked. He took my hand, then dropped his jaw when he saw the cut in my wrist as Liam approached us.

"Jesus! You cut yourself?" he said in horror. "I can't believe this. Oh my God, I just can't-"

"What's the matter? Tell us, what's wrong. Do you have any problems with us?" Zayn asked, he almost cried. I just stared at my best friends blankly.

"You can't just leave the band,"  Perrie almost shouted, and tears slowly streamed down her face.

I really wanted to cry and let it all out, hug them and tell them I'm not leaving but I just couldn't. My heart was broken and I couldn't feel anything, it was like my heart was cold and frozen.

"Call Louis," said Liam. "Louis!" he yelled.

Zayn ran inside towards Louis' room upstairs. I quickly rushed out to my car, shoved inside then started the engine and drove away. I wasn't dare to look back to see the boys' expression, their confused innocent face. Especially Zayn was about to call Louis. I didn't want to see Louis' evil face.

I decided to drive to a motel and checked in there. I probably would stay there for several days. I needed to take a break for a while.



I felt like my life was over. Harry left us. I fucking tore this band apart. This shit was my motherfucking fault. Completely my fault. I sat on the couch and rested my head on my hands, crying. Zayn rubbed my back beside me.

"He'll be back soon, Louis. Don't worry," he said, tried to comfort me.

"I know you're so close to him and I know how you feel. And we feel the same too," Niall added.

No, he totally didn't fucking know what I felt. The didn't know that I was the reason why Camille left Harry and the reason why Camille left us.

Liam was busy with his phone, tried to call Harry. Then he hung up his phone and tried again, and hung up again.

"Shit, he didn't answer at all," he threw his phone to the couch.

"He's probably driving, he can't answer your call," said Perrie.

"Oh, you're right," he replied then grabbed his phone from the couch and called Danielle.

"I'll text him," said Niall while pulling his phone out of his pocket and started texting him.

"We all text him," said Zayn. Everyone texted Harry. Everyone but me. I honestly didn't know what to say. So I just typed random things on my phone, pretended to text Harry. Then I walked away to my room.

I laid on my bed. My tears had been dry. I couldn't cry anymore. It was too much bear for me. It was my fault. MY FAULT. I caused everything. Why couldn't I disappear from this world?

I had been lying on my bed for hours and hadn't had eaten anything at all. I didn't want to eat. I glanced at the clock, it was 6 PM in the evening. I didn't know what to do, but finally I grabbed my phone. My finger danced on my phone and my thumb hit the 'send' button.



I checked in to the motel and put my suitcase in the room. The room wasn't really big but it was nice and cozy. I liked the design, like old school design but it was nice and lovely. The walls were colored soft cream, and there were some paintings hanging there. My eyes swept the room and found a fireplace in front of the couch. I sat there for a while and lit up the fire. I watched the fire burning in front of me, creating the sparks in my eyes. I got up then walked to the bathroom and took a shower. I let the warm water wet and cleaned my whole body from the shower. I really wanted to clean my mind and my feelings, forget everything but I couldn't. I wished those things had never happened, I wished I had never known the truth.

After having shower I walked out of the room, and still felt empty. I walked to the rooftop, in the parking lot. The parking lot was wide and there were only a few of cars parked here, included mine. I sat in there and saw the sky was dark. I could see the stars, they were so beautiful  but unfortunately they couldn't heal my broken heart. I stared blankly at the busy street outside, thinking about everything. About Camille, about Louis, about they had sex.

I just couldn't imagine how Camille had sex with Louis. She was just way too innocent for that. Thoughts of that made me even more furious. I had never done that shit with her. I hadn't even touched her, I respected her so much. I had ever asked her if she wanted to but she always refused and told me she wasn't ready for that. But I never thought she did that secretly behind me, with my own best friend. How could she gave her virginity so someone who wasn't even her boyfriend?

I threw my fist on the wall. It hurt. But couldn't relate the pain in my heart. Finally I buried my face on my hands and sobbed. It was the first time I cried after Louis' confession. I thought I could trust Louis. I thought he was my best friend and he would never betray me. I didn't expect she cheated with my own best friend. I felt like I couldn't trust anyone anymore.

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