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?


16. Straight?


"I won again! Told ya, I'm the best! Don't you dare playing against me on FIFA when I use Barcelona!" I laughed. It was our fifth match and I won again by 10-6. Liam only won once in the second match by 7-5.

"Ah, okay, you're the best!" Liam said and leaned on the sofa and rested his hands on my shoulder. I turned the Xbox off with trembling hands. I felt strange feeling, I've never felt like this before. My heart beat fast as Liam rested his head on my shoulder blade. I felt something in my stomach. Ah, it couldn't be. I must had been hungry.

"I'm hungry," I said, turned my face to him. He looked at my straight in the eyes. Gosh, his puppy eyes were so adorable.

"Dani and Perrie are cooking for our lunch," he replied softly. His hand ran from his shoulder to the back of my neck, leaving splutters crept up from my neck  to my heart as our skin touched. Then he ran his fingers through my hair, played with my messy blonde and entwined it gently. I froze, my heart fluttered and my hands were cold and wet. I put my hands on my lap, squeezed my fingers and breathed a little bit heavier. I wanted to stay like this forever, his hands were so comforting but I felt so wrong. Like oh my gosh, we both had the same gender! He was a straight boy and had a girlfriend. Why did I ever had feelings like that?

Oh, I knew why. I was hungry, and I couldn't think straight when I was hungry. All I needed was just food.

Liam's fingers were still playing with my hair when we heard something from the kitchen.

"Zayn, Liam, Niall, the lunch is ready!" Perrie yelled. We quickly rushed to the kitchen. Before we made our way to the kitchen, Liam stopped me and pushed me against the wall. He pressed my body and leaned in, pecked my lips. Our lips made contact for less than a second before he pulled out. Then he continued walking towards the kitchen after put his index finger in front of his mouth and sizzled in front of my puzzled face.

I leaned in the wall with my eyes wide open, frozen in place. I heard Danielle called from the kitchen but I was still standing there, paralyzed with my mouth dropped.



"He said he'll be here tomorrow by 10," I said after hung up the phone. Louis inhaled heavily.

"Hopefully he can help us."

"I hope so," I replied.

"Anyway, how did you get involved in this problem?" Louis asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean how did you meet Harry and get into this trouble this far?" he asked more clearly. I threw my eyes to the dark sky outside the window and sighed. I looked at him and moved my bum a little, tried to get comfortable position. Then I explained about yesterday, how we met on the rooftop, and about this morning how I saw him kidnapped. I didn't mention anything about the kiss at all, I decided to keep it for myself.



"Now it makes sense," I commented after she explained. She just nodded and stared at the window.

"It's all my fault," I stated.

"Repentance won't bring Harry back," she said then stopped and seemed a bit guilty. "Sorry, didn't mean to."

"That's okay, I know. I just-"

"Stop it," she said

"No, I'm a jerk, One Direction will torn and it's because of me. All the blame is on me," I said as a few tears hung on the edge of the corner of my eyes.

"Shut up!" she yelled. I was a little bit surprised, never thought that this lenient girl like her would yell at me like that. I drooped, and stared at my feet. 

"Sorry," she said again, her voice got softened.

"Don't need to apologize. I just felt guilty for seeping with Camille and caused all this trouble."

"Don't worry about Harry's feelings about you and Camille. Just worry about finding him," she said softly.


"Because he's kidnapped and we have to find him. I'm worrying about his condition right now," she muttered.

"I mean why we don't need to worry about his feelings about me and Camille?" I asked, getting impatient.

"Oh," she mumbled. "Well, he can get over Camille now," she answered. I was surprised. I knew him, and I knew that it was hard for him to get over someone.

"Really? How?" I asked.

"I don't know," she muttered. I raised my eyebrow. "I can see in his eyes, and he told me earlier this morning that he was over Camille. I have no idea why."

I just nodded. I hope she was right. My eyes observed her room. The room was quite big and fancy, the walls were colored light pink, so girly. It was very neat and organized. I saw a nameplate on the open door with 'Leigh Fabregas' written on it. I assumed that it was her own room, and she designed it herself. It seemed cool to have a private room in a motel like this.

I glanced at Leigh, who was playing with her phone. She was very cool, and a nice one to talk with. I bet she had many friends, knowing how easy it was for her to make new friends. I was strongly sure that she would be a super great friend for Harry. And moreover, she was fit. Her blonde wavy hair waved as the wind from the open window blew. Her green eyes always looked shining, even though she was upset. She was very beautiful, but couldn't compare to a girl who haunted my mind these days.

My mind drifted to that girl. Camille. I missed her, and it hurt. I knew it was so wrong, I had tried to get rid of this feeling but I couldn't. Like what I said, she haunted me, and couldn't get out of my mind even if I wanted to. And to be honest, I didn't want to get her off my mind.

I shook my head. No, it was wrong. I should had get over her. I couldn't betray Harry. Even though Leigh said that Harry was over Camille, I couldn't take Camille. But my heart yelled in disagreement. I felt 'thirsty', my heart needed Camille. My whole body felt numb without her, I wanted her, needed her, and missed her so much. My ears were thirsty of her laugh, and my eyes yearned of her cheeky smile, her perfection. I was deep in love with her. I missed her. I wanted her so badly.

I closed my eyes tightly, tried to remove that thoughts. It was killing me, knowing I had no idea how was she, what was she doing, or was she okay. I suffocated, every second I thought about her.

Thoughts about Camille suddenly faded when I felt someone patted my shoulder. I turned around and faced Leigh.

"Are you gonna tell your band mates about him?" she asked. I shook my head.

"I started this trouble and I'll end it myself. They don't need to know about this so far. But I know sooner or later they'll know," I replied and she nodded. I decided not to tell them this time, it would make everything worse. I was going to let them find out about it themselves.

"What are you going to do then?" she questioned.

"I don't know. It's been late at night, I think I'll check in for a motel room," I said.

"No, you have to go back to the house with your band mates. They must be worrying about you," she stated.

"Ah, you're right," I said and stood up. "How about you?"

"I stay here."

"Don't you go home?"

"It's my home, my dad owns this motel," she answered. I just nodded and pulled my phone out of my pocket to see what time it was. It was 9 PM, and there were some messages, one of them was from Liam. He said that they cancelled the interview. I sighed and turned my face to Leigh.

"I'll just go home. Thanks, Leigh," I uttered.

"You're welcome," she said. We embraced then I grabbed my key on the table, stepped out, and walked towards the parking lot on the top of the four stories building. I entered my car then started the ignition and drove out of the motel to the busy night road.



"The girls just called," I said as I was lying on the couch with Zayn below me.

"What did they say?" he asked against the back of my neck. His warm breath against me made my heart fluttered.

"They told me to go to Leigh-Anne's house immediately to discuss about our upcoming single. I have to get there in 30 minutes, so I'm leaving now," I answered.

"I'll drive you."

"That's okay, I'll just ask them to pick me up."

"I insist," he stated whilst giving me a death glare. I just nodded and smiled, then walked to Zayn's room we shared to grab my stuffs.

"Are you staying with me tonight?" he asked wishfully.

"I'm afraid I can't. It's been late at night, so I'll stay on Leigh's," I answered.

"Take care then. I'll come over to Leigh's tomorrow to see you," he said and we walked hand in hand to the front door. Before we reached Zayn's car Liam stopped us.

"Where are you two going?" asked Liam.

"Leigh-Anne's house, she's staying there with the Little Mix girls. I'll drive her then come back here," Zayn answered. Liam just nodded and we entered the car, and Zayn drove to my curly haired band mate's house.



Right after Zayn's car gone behind the fence, another car came into the driveway. I narrowed my eyes, tried to see whose car was it. Oh my God, it was Louis' car, if I wasn't wrong. The car stopped in front of me as the ignition was turned off and the driver got out of the vehicle. I noticed a brown haired boy I missed.

"Louis!" I exclaimed. We burst into tight embrace and I started to cry on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Liam," he whispered in my ears. I just held him tighter, I realized that I couldn't be mad at him any longer. I missed him and loved him way too much.

"Thank God you're back," I whispered. We let go of our hug and walked into the house.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"I can't tell you, it's complicated. Sorry," he answered.

"Why? You should- I mean you must tell us everything," I stated.

"Sorry, Li. But I'm sure this is the right thing. Please, believe me one last time. I know what I'm doing," he said. I was puzzled by that. What was he doing? I was afraid that he would do stupid things, but this time I decided to trust him.

"Okay, I believe in you."

"Thanks, Li," he smiled. "Anyway, where is everyone?" he asked.

"In the house, except Zayn and Perrie. And Harry, obviously."

"Where are Zayn and Perrie?" he questioned.

"Zayn drove Perrie to Leigh's house, and she's staying there tonight."

"Leigh?" he looked surprised.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Leigh Fabregas?" I saw his eyes got widened as I was getting even more puzzled.

"Who is Leigh Fabregas? I mean Leigh-Anne, Perrie's band mate in Little Mix. Remember?" I said. Why did he say Leigh Fabregas? Who was she?

"Oh," I caught a tone of relief in his voice. "Never mind."

"Wait, who is Leigh Fabregas, and why did you look surprised?" I questioned.

"No, that doesn't matter. Forget about that," he said as stepped into the house and walked straight towards his room. I followed him, it was quiet in the house. Danielle was watching the telly in my room and Niall was probably sleeping.

I sat on the couch in the living room, thinking about this long day. There were a lot of strange feelings for today. I was still confused about Louis, what was he doing? I needed to find out more, I didn't want to wait for the unsure thing. I had to know about it. My mind went to what happened this afternoon, I couldn't help but felt a strange feeling whenever I was around Niall.  I didn't know what was that, but I just felt butterflies around him. And I didn't realize what I was doing when I kissed him. My body moved instantly without any warning. I couldn't help and missed his soft lips, leaving fireworks on my heart and caused my whole body weak.

Was I still straight?

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