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?

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39. Slipping Away

A/N:

I'm back! :D

Miss me??? xoxoxo

This chapter is dedicated to..

ValTommo91 !

Her comments ALWAYS make me smile!!! Thank you for being a FAB reader, ily xx

Check her fanfic out, it's called 'Loved You First' ! :D

And ALL of you, my readers, are the MOST FAB PEOPLE IN THE WORLD.

I love you guys!!!! :* :* :*

I've tried my best to write as often as I can but school is a bitch. Sometimes I write at school, in the middle of the lesson. Haha I know I'm naughty :P

So.. anyway... I want to write another fan fiction, boyxboy (Larry) plus boyxgirl.

It will PROBABLY be called The Contract. Idk if the title is good. Idk should I write it or not, I haven't started anything on it yet, but I've planned the story line (tbh I like the idea of my story because it's a bit different than other fanfic I've ever read).

And like I told you, SCHOOL IS A BITCH! I have heaps of stuffs to do, so I doubt if I have time for that. I also have another on going fan fiction I make with my BFF Savannah (Hello Savannah! ily xoxo), called A Little Piece Of Heaven (movellas acc: BracelessMofo). I doubt if I can handle 3 fan fictions. 

So what do you think? Do you want me to write it? (:

Tell me what you think! :D

Feedback are always appreciated!! :D

And oh, enjoy the chapter! Sorry if it's terrible, I tried to finish this chappie as fast as I could so I barely edited it. And I'm not satisfied with my writing style here, I don't like it tbh. Sorry guys.

I wrote it in the middle of the class, so I couldn't pay full attention on my story. I just couldn't find better words here, so the writing style turned out quite bad.

I'm sorry, hope you still want to read and enjoy this.

I promise you better writing for next chapters (:

Much Love,

Denna <3

 

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LIAM'S POV

"Hey! That's my food!" I exclaimed, grabbed Niall's upper arm to prevent him from walking away with my cupcake.

"What food?" he asked, putting my cupcake inside his mouth then smirked mischievously.

"You just ate it!" I pouted. "That's the last one"

"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly and I rolled my eyes. "Want me to give it back?" he asked in full mouth, then opened his mouth to show the crushed cupcake inside his mouth.

"Yes," I grinned mischievously and winked then grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him closer to me and before he could react I leaned in and the next second my lips were pressed against his.

I shoved my tongue inside his mouth without asking permission, but Niall parted his lips to give me easier access. My tongue explored his mouth, licked the cupcake inside his mouth. He giggled against my lips, and rested his hands on my waist. Our tongue moved wildly, fought for the cupcake. He tried to swallow the remaining cupcake but my tongue snapped the food away and he gasped, so he ended up choking.

Niall coughed against my mouth and quickly pulled away then coughed uncontrollably. I put my hand on his back and patted his back to calm him down but he couldn't stop coughing crazily. His face was so red like a tomato and his emerald blue eyes were wet. I couldn't help it but he looked really cute and adorable like that.

"Calm down, my Nialler," I cooed, rubbed his chest gently and kissed his cheek, then walked to the cupboard and took a glass then filled it with water. I handed him the water and he took it then gulped the liquid, his Adam's apple blobbed up and down as he swallowed.

Finally, after a few minutes he calmed down and stopped coughing. But his face was still red, and he looked extremely irresistible.

"I'm not being racist but that's the price for stealing my food," I said.

"How is that racist?" he inquired, his eyes widened adorably and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I just said I wasn't being racist, do you even listen?" I laughed, pinched his cheek lovingly. He giggled cutely and stuck his tongue out at me. His eyes twinkled and his pink plump lips were so ravishing. 

Both of the corner of my lips pointed upwards as I watched his perfect formed face. Suddenly I felt hungry. Hungry to feel his lips on mine, to feel his body against mine, to feel his heartbeat, to feel him completely. As lust was filling my fiber and ran through my veins, I moved closer to him, stood up from my seat and took two steps to reach where Niall sat by the island. I was towering him but I leaned down towards him so our lips were in the same level. My lips were hovering his and I stared into his ocean eyes, with so much passion and love. I had my hands rested on the island and Niall were trapped between my arms, his back was leaning against the island.

Damn, I had never felt this way to a boy before. But fuck it. I liked the feeling anyway.

Niall giggled and leaned a little bit closer so our lips were touching. I smiled against his lips and brushed my lips lightly against his. His lips were soft like cotton candy, but not so soft as a girl's. The fireworks grew in my mind and sparks of love gushed out from my heart, made this moment perfect even though it was wrong.

Love was fair; love was equal. You couldn't choose who you feel in love with. You could fall in love with anyone, with a girl, even with a boy. Sometimes love caused pain, forced someone to choose. I had to choose between Danielle; the girl I had dated for years, or Niall; my band mate, my best friend. I would have to hurt someone; even I tried so hard not to.

 

HARRY'S POV

My eyes fluttered open and the bright light from the window quickly attacked my eyes. I blinked several times, tried to adjust the light that I was getting used to with. I lifted my head a little, tried to get up, but as my head got off the pillow a sharp pain shot my head, caused me to throw my head back on the pillow. My fingers traveled to my forehead and massaged my temples as my head was throbbing so hard, and it was painful. I shut my eyes tightly to get rid of the painful headache but it got worse every second.

Shit! How much alcohol did I drank last night? 

Probably I drank too much; I couldn't even remember what happened last night. The last thing I remembered was going to the club with the boys, Camille, and Perrie, then sat on the bar with Camille. The rest of the night was a blur to me, like a missing piece of memory puzzle. The hangover was killing me, it felt like my head was about to explode.

I groaned, tried to move my body off the bed but my head was so heavy, I could even barely lift it. I sighed then let my eyes wander the room. There was no first aid box here, so I had to go to the kitchen to get painkillers.

I scooted to the edge of the bed and struggled to get myself on the wheelchair, but finally I seated my bum on the wheelchair then rested my feet on the footrest. My bandaged ankles hurt as I tried to move it. I put my hands on the wheel then rolled the wheel slowly to make my way towards the door. The wheelchair was a traditional one, I still had to spin the wheel to make it move. I didn't want to spoil myself with fancy wheelchair.

I made my way towards the kitchen and heard the sound of smooching voice from the kitchen. I sighed, it was probably Louis and Camille. I wanted to get back to the guest room where I was sleeping in last night and give them some privacy but I had to get the painkillers.

I entered the kitchen casually, pretended that I didn't hear them, and made my way straight to the cupboard where the painkillers were. I opened the cupboard without taking any glance at the lovebirds, and took the painkillers from the first aid box. I took two pills in my hand and closed the cupboard haphazardly, too hard so Camille and Louis flinched and jumped away from each other.

I turned my throbbing head at them to apologize, but what I saw next made me scream in horror, caused my headache to increase ten times.

They weren't Louis and Camille.

They were Niall and Liam. They had been eating each other's faces.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed in surprise, my eyes bulged and my jaw dropped. Both of them stared at me in horror, Niall had his hand on his mouth and Liam were just staring at me like I was a ghost.

"What the fuck were you doing?" I asked furiously. They were.. snogging? What was going on in their minds?!

I ignored my headache and moved my wheelchair closer to them, and glared at them. Niall looked like he was about to cry, and Liam looked like a terrified lost puppy. I was mad, not because they were in love, but because they did this shit behind my back. And Liam had had a girlfriend, for fuck's sake! What about Danielle? She obviously wouldn't like it.

"I-I'm sorry," Liam stuttered nervously. I huffed then took a glass of water, swallowed the pills then left the kitchen without any other words.

I didn't that mad that I left them, but my headache was killing me so badly. I just wanted to take some rest before I go to the court this afternoon, and interview at night. Leigh and I had to attend Eleanor's judgement, and we came as the victims. I wished Eleanor's punishment wouldn't be too bad for her.

Today was going to be a rough exhausting day.

 

LOUIS' POV

"Well, it's a great pleasure to meet you all. Thank you very much for your lovely time, and enjoy your days off in London before your stadium tour," Cara, the interviewer said as we stood up from the large couch, followed by round of applause from the audiences. There were about a hundred people in the studio where the interview took place.

"Thanks for having us," Liam waved at the audiences and Harry blew a kiss to them, caused the sound of screaming girls filled the studio.

"Bye," I cooed while rolling Harry's wheelchair and made our way out from the studio towards the backstage. 

"You were so funny," Ashley chuckled, commented at the penis joke I threw earlier at the interview. I chuckled lightly then grabbed a bottle of water from the table.

I swallowed a gulp of water followed by other gulps, then took my phone and checked for the messages, but there was no new message from Camille. She had neither replied my texts nor answered my calls. I had no clue why, I really didn't understand. The last time I saw her was when we were in the club. Last night Liam dropped her by her dad's house before he took us home, so she didn't stay the night at our house.

Why was she avoiding me? What did I do wrong? I didn't remember I hurt her. I always tried my best to please her, to make her feel special, but as a return, she ignored me.

I ran my hands haphazardly through my hair and sighed deeply, stared hopelessly at my phone. I let my gaze stay on my lock screen, it was a picture of Camille when she was sleeping. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, like there was no trouble had ever came into her life. Her cheek were a bit pink, made her look very innocent. I locked my phone then shoved it into my back pocket. 

I went to the dressing room to change my clothes into the comfortable ones then grabbed my key, and exited the room. Outside Ashley was waiting for me while playing with her phone. I was going to go out with Ashley to the mall. We were going to have a lot of fun I guess, since we hadn't seen each other for quite long. Maybe she could distract my mind from Camille.

 

CAMILLE'S POV

I had been ignoring Louis' calls and texts today, and avoided any contact with him. I didn't even visit their house this afternoon like I promised Liam last night when he dropped me by my house. It was too painful to see Louis again, after knowing the fact that he didn't love me the way I expected. I wasn't ready to witness the affair between him and that redhead whose name was apparently Ashley.

But I still didn't understand why he was still trying to contact me. He had had that Ashley girl; she was fit and all, so why he was still trying to talk to me?

Oh, maybe he would just tell me about how much he fancied Ashley and ask me to stay away from him or something. He wanted me to leave him alone with Ashley. I was just nothing to him.

Well, he didn't have to bother asking because I would never enter his life again. Never. I'd try to get over him, even though it was bloody hard.

"Hey," Leigh's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, brought me back to reality. "What are you thinking about?" she inquired.

"What?" I asked, puzzled because she just snapped her fingers in front of my face. Leigh cocked an eyebrow at me, a questioning look was written all over her face.

"You seem-" Leigh paused, tried to find the right words. "Off?" her statement sounded like a question. I sighed and leaned my back against the backrest of the food court's chair. 

Well, Leigh asked me to hang out at the mall since we both had nothing to do today. So here we were, at the food court of Westfield London. We just had done shopping a while ago and we were about to buy some shoes.

Leigh was very nice, she was very cool and lovely. She was a great example of an amazing friend and a good listener. I had told her about Louis, and we talked about Harry as well. She didn't judge me at all. That was why I had felt comfortable with her around, as a best friend of mine.

But I hadn't told her about me kissing Harry. And I didn't want to, because it would ruin our friendship we just built. Moreover it was just a drunken kiss, I was drunk and so was him. We didn't mean it at all. And I was sure Harry had no clue about last night since alcohol had taken over every inch of his body.

"Thinking about Louis again?" she asked in concern voice.

"Yeah," I answered matter of fact in weak voice.

"Cheer up, Cam. Maybe he doesn't really like that Ashley girl like you think. Maybe they're just friends and that's all," she said, tried to cheer me up. I bit my bottom lip and looked down at my empty plate on the table, tried to believe that what she had said was right.

"Come on, let's do shoes hunting," Leigh said cheerfully whilst grabbing my hand and helped me to stand up, practically grabbing me towards on of the random shoes store nearby. We were just hunting some shoes that were on sale, weren't on the mood on expensive branded shoes. That was another thing I liked about Leigh. Even she was rich and her dad's motel business was such a great success, she was still down to earth and wasn't a maniac of expensive stuffs.

As we were walking towards the store, my gaze that were sweeping my surroundings landed on the figures of the two last people I wanted to see.

They were none other than Louis and Ashley.

"Oh no," I gasped, my mouth was hanging and I stopped in my track, unable to neither think straight nor walk away.

"What's wrong?" Leigh asked confusedly.

"I was right," I whispered weakly. She furrowed an eyebrow and I turned my gaze from Louis and Ashley to Leigh and continued, "I was right. They're together now," I pointed at Louis and Ashley with my chin.

As I turned my gaze to that beautiful people, they were a few feet away from where we stood. Louis in his blue and white striped shirt had his hands shoved into his front jeans pocket meanwhile that redhead Ashley was wearing light blue tank top and short shorts with her hands hanging loosely by her sides. Even their clothes were matching.

I could tell that Louis had seen me, from the change of his facial expression. My heart skipped a bit and throbbed faster and I looked at Leigh with a pleading look. Leigh noticed Louis and Ashley's presence and her face was hardened, her body tensed up. She quickly grabbed my upper arm then dragged me away from them before I could even move, before Louis could approach us.

My tears were threatening to spill but I fought hard not to cry, at least in front of them. He didn't deserve my tears. I wouldn't cry over a boy who didn't love me back.

Wait, did it mean that I did love Louis?

I was so fucked up.

As we quickened our paces, the footsteps behind us were getting louder; maybe Louis followed us. But I didn't dare to take a backwards glance. I was just praying he didn't follow me. I wished Ashley would drag him to a random counter so he would have no chance to follow us.

Finally I dared myself to turn around hesitantly, and relived to see that God had granted my wish. Ashley had dragged him to a counter that sold bracelets, and she had her grip on Louis' wrist so he couldn't get away from her.

Leigh and I kept on walking towards the parking lot and hopped into my dad's car. We then drove off towards Leigh's motel; we were going to chill and have girls talk there. Maybe we would invite Danielle as well.

Stuff yourself with that slutty redhead, Louis!

 

LOUIS' POV

(Song: Slipping Away by Greyson Chance)

 

It only makes me sad

I think we almost made it

Girl we almost made it

You know as well as I

And I take you in my arms

Pull you close to me

But every time I try

You keep slipping away

A little bit more every day now

Feels like I'm running in place

You keep slipping away, away

 

If Ashley didn't drag me to that bloody bracelet counter I would had gotten Camille and could talk to her. I would had found out what was wrong between us, what I had done wrong. But now she was gone, I didn't even know where in this fucking world she was.

I had visited her house earlier, thought that maybe she had gotten back home but I only found her house was complete deserted, not even her dad was there. I had also called Harry to ask if Camille was with him, but he only said that she was hanging out with Leigh.

 

Should I give up?

Should I let go?

My mind says yes

But my heart says no

My heart says no

My heart says NO

 

I was driving and making a turn to the right when an idea crossed my mind. There was a place that Camille would potentially there. Maybe I could find her there? What was wrong with trying?

The road was quite crowded, nevertheless I drove in high speed with mixed feelings. Confusion took over my brain, made me hit the accelerator even deeper. Ashley didn't complain though, and didn't say any words about it either. She always knew when I had a problem and knew when to talk or to leave me alone. She gave a light squeeze on my knee and sent me a reassuring smile.

"Lou," Ashley called softly. Her voice was beautiful though, it was quite comforting. "I don't know what's your problem but believe me, everything's gonna be alright," she cooed.

I sighed and hoped it would. But hey, I didn't even know what my problem was. Or maybe her problem.

What was wrong with Camille?

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