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?

236Likes
198Comments
30913Views
AA

38. The Club

A/N: Please read the important A/N in the end. Please xxxxxx

 

LOUIS' POV

"Eleanor?" I gasped and my eyes bulged in surprise. I stared at Harry in disbelief and pure shock as he nodded weakly, caused his curls to bounce in adorable way.

My face turned pale, and my whole body felt numb. My head throbbed as I studied Harry and Leigh's faces, tried to catch a glimpse of joke or prank on their faces but they seemed serious. I chewed my bottom lip and ran my fingers through my brown hair haphazardly.

I let out a deep breath I had been holding and recalled the last time I saw Eleanor. Yeah, the last time I saw my ex girlfriend was when we broke up. After she walked out of the door, I had never seen her, never heard anything of her, never contacted her. She blocked my number and moved somewhere only God knew where.

 

7 MONTHS AGO

"Babe, are you okay?" I asked in concern voice. I let my thumbs caressed her flawless cheek and my eyes searched for hers. I worried about her, a lot. She had changed for the past three days. I had no idea why, we didn't fight at all. We were sweet and romantic like usual. But why did she act like this? She barely talked and ate, she was getting skinnier; too skinny for my liking. Her face was pale.

"I'm fine, Lou," Eleanor replied in small voice.

"You don't look fine," I said. "Are you sick?" I asked, pressed the back of my palm against her forehead gently. She was a bit warm. She shook her head and looked at the floor, avoided the eye contact with me.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair back and forth. She had been avoiding me for the past three days. This was the first time she came to my house after three days avoiding me. She had been ignoring my calls and texts. And now she showed up, but she barely talked. I wondered what was wrong.

"What's wrong, El?" I questioned, lifted her chin with my fingers and forced her to look at me.

"Lou," she whispered, about to say something. I waited impatiently for her to speak, but didn't push her. "I-" she gulped, and I could see her lips were trembling.

"What, babe?" I asked softly, took her small hand in mine and gave a reassuring squeeze on her hand.

"I think we should break up," she finally said. Her voice was shaking and her palm was clammy.

"What?!" I exclaimed, standing up from the couch so I was towering her who was still sitting on the couch. She looked down at her lap and I just stared at her as my heart shattered into tiny little pieces.

"Wh-why?" I asked in disbelief. I could feel my eyes began to water as tears were threatening to escape. My heart ached, it was like a thousand knives were stabbing me at that time.

"This is the best for us," she whispered, and I could see a teardrop on the edge of her eyes.

"But we're perfect together," my voice cracked up. I fought so hard not to cry, at least in front of her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered weakly, her voice cracked as well.

"I don't understand. Please, we can work it out. We can start this over again," I pleaded.

"No," she sniffed, wiped the tears that fell from her eyes. A teardrop finally escaped my eyes, followed by the others. They left tear stain on my cheeks. "I don't think we can make it," she whispered.

"Please don't leave me," I begged, held her hands and squeezed them, even though my hands were shaking wildly.

"I have to," she said. "I don't have feelings to you anymore."

Every inch of my body ached and shattered as the words escaped her mouth. The way her plump pink lips formed the words made my world crashed down. I stared at her eyes through my blurry vision, and I could see hurt, pain, and sorrow in her eyes. But I caught a glimpse of sparks, and love. She still loved me, I knew that. Her eyes couldn't lie to me.

"Say that you don't love me," I said, hoped she would change her mind and said that she loved me. She couldn't deny her heart.

There was a pause for a torturing minute, I just cried silently and let the tears fell from my eyes. Eleanor pulled her hands from mine and placed them on her face to cover her face then sobbed a little. It was killing me to see her cry, to see our relationship was on the edge of a cliff.

Finally, Eleanor put her hands off her face and wiped her tears, then looked at me, not in the eyes, and opened her mouth to speak.

"I don't love you," she blurted out in cracked voice then stood up, and stormed out. She walked out of the door, with my heart and my world still in her hands.

 

PRESENT TIME

 

I was thrown out of my thoughts by Harry who snapped his fingers in front of my face and Leigh who shook my shoulder. I flinched and looked at them with wide eyes.

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"What were you thinking?" Harry asked.

"N-nothing," I sighed, looked at my feet then looked back at Harry. I was towering Harry who was sitting on his wheelchair. "What did you say before?" I asked.

"I just asked if you know why Eleanor tried to kill me," he mumbled, rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I wish I know," I sighed. I totally had no idea why. She was very sweet to me, and to Harry as well. I couldn't believe she tried to kill my best friend. Eleanor that I knew wouldn't even try to hurt anyone. Eleanor that I knew wouldn't try to kill me best friend.

"Don't tell anyone about this," he demanded. "Even Camille and the boys," he added.

"Kay," I muttered then walked out of the living room.

 

ELEANOR'S POV

"You have a call," a police told me and opened my cell door. I followed him to a room and he handed me a telephone. I took it hesitantly and pressed the speaker against my right ear.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Stupid bitch!" a familiar voice across the line hissed.

"I-I'm s-sorry," I stuttered. My heart throbbed fast and fear started to creep under my skin. "Sorry, I didn't know the police would catch me," I excused.

"You should have ran away!" she snapped. "Now we're in trouble," she hissed. "You know what I'm gonna do if they know about me, right?"

"I'll cover you up, but please don't hurt them," I pleaded.

"Don't worry you little shit. I won't hurt them, unless you spill something to the police," she replied in her usual bitchy tone.

"I won't," I told her.

"No matter what the police can't know about me," she said. "Or you'll know the consequences," she threatened.

"Okay," I said then hung up, without letting that bitch say more shit. I sighed deeply, disappointed because I was expecting my mum or dad who called.

I let the police brought me back to my cell. I entered the cell and sat on the uncomfortable bed, it was hard and cold. I sighed deeply, knowing that this kind of place would be where I stay for some years. I would be jailed, I was sure about that. I let tears leaked from my eyes and ran down my cheeks, left tear stain on my cheeks.

I paced around the cell nervously. I wiped my tears with the back of my trembling hand and stared at the gray ceiling. I would stay here for a night then face the judgement tomorrow. I was extremely terrified. My world would end tomorrow.

What am I gonna say tomorrow?

 

CAMILLE'S POV

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, spun the wheel of his wheelchair and made his way towards us who were about to leave the house.

"Clubbing," Louis replied shortly. He had his hand on my lower back. "Coming?" he asked, raised his eyebrow.

"Yes," Harry replied. "I'll be ready in 5, wait for me," he said.

"Wait, you're on your wheelchair. How can you even move in the club?" Liam asked.

"Please, it's been long time I haven't gone to the club," he pleaded.

"But the club will be packed," Liam uttered.

"It's okay, Liam. Let him come with us. Camille and I will take care of him," Louis said and glanced at me. I nodded in approval. Leigh wasn't here, so we volunteered to take care of Harry.

"Thanks," he said happily then went to the guest's room to change his clothes. Since he couldn't get to his room upstairs, he had to stay in the guest's room.

I looked down at my outfit and felt satisfied. My strapless yellow mini dress matched with my orange high heels. The dress was quite simple, there was just a mini flower on the front side near my left boob, and it exposed just a little bit of my chest and half of my thigh, made my legs looked longer. I had cute silver bracelets on my wrist and a simple silver necklace on my neck. I let my black wavy hair untied and fell through my right shoulder. I didn't even bother to straighten it.

Less than five minutes later Harry came out with light blue V neck T-shirt that exposed a bit of his birds tattoos on his chest and skinny jeans. I wondered how he put that tight jeans on. His curls were a bit messy but he just let it that way. He joined us and we were ready to go to the club.

We made our way towards Liam's car and helped Harry to sit on the passenger's seat. Zayn folded his wheelchair and put it in the trunk. Liam sat on the driver's seat with Harry beside him. I sat behind them with Louis and Niall, and Zayn and Perrie sat on the back seat behind us.

We arrived at the club fifteen minutes later and hopped off the car. Niall and Zayn helped Harry to sit on his wheelchair then we walked towards the entrance.

Inside there were a lot of people on the dance floor. The music blasted so loud and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the room. I wasn't in the mood for dancing, so I decided to sit in the bar and drink some. I looked around, and tried to find the nearest bar but the nearest one was across the packed dance floor.

"Do you want to go to the bar and get some drink?" I asked Harry. He nodded and I trundled his wheelchair then made my way towards the bar. It was very crowded, and I was struggled but finally I reached the bar. I sat on the chair and placed Harry's wheelchair next to me, then ordered two shots of drink.

"Are you gonna get wasted?" Harry asked, giggling.

"I don't know," I shrugged and giggled. I drowned one shot and let the liquid burnt my throat. I thought I would just drink one or two shots. I looked around the club, the music was so loud and the sweaty dancing bodies were moving crazily on the dance floor. I spotted Zayn and Perrie, dancing on the dance floor. Then I saw Liam and Niall near where I sat, they were dancing as well. Liam's back was facing me but I could see Niall's face. His face was red, I could tell he was quite drunk.

I laughed at them, Niam bromance was very cute. They were dancing like a real couple, it was just adorable. Liam had his hands on Niall's waist and Niall had his arms around Liam's neck. Their faces were pretty close, they looked like they were about to kiss. Niall giggled drunkenly as they danced along the music.

"Look at Niall and Liam, they're very cute!" I yelled at Harry through the music and pointed at them. Harry looked at them and laughed.

"Niam!" he exclaimed and drowned another shot.

I watched them dancing until I saw Liam leaned closer to Niall. Then the next second they were full on snogging. My eyes bulged in surprise, I couldn't help but freaked out.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed in surprise. "They're kissing!"

"They won't remember anything about it on the next morning," Harry said casually, then drank another shot. I noticed it was his third shots.

"How much have you drunk, Harry?" I asked.

"Does it matter?" he asked back, his voice was a bit slurred. His face was a bit pink and his perfect plump pink lips formed a grin. I stared at his lips for a few seconds until I realized what I was doing. I quickly turned to look at another direction, and mentally slapped myself.

My eyes found Louis' perfect figure, he was talking to a red haired girl. Damn, that girl was hot. She was checking him out, and that pissed me off. Anger started to rise inside me, but I swallowed it as I drowned another shot in a big gulp. And another. And another, until I forgot why I was pissed in the first place. I let the alcohol took over my body and flowed replaced my blood inside my veins.

My vision was a bit blurry and everything was spinning inside my head. The vision of Louis and the red haired girl who were now dancing together got blurry until it finally vanished, and all I could see was Harry. And his irresistible pink lips. I wasn't really drunk, but the loud music made me went insane inside, as the stupid teenage hormones went crazy.

I remembered leaning towards Harry, resting my elbow on his wheelchair's armrest and leaned down and down to him. All my attention was poured into his perfect formed lips, and I really had a huge urge to reach that lips. As I slowly leaned towards him, he didn't lean back or push me away. Instead he leaned towards me and quickly removed the gap between us by crashing his lips into mine. We kissed passionately without paying attention on our surroundings. His lips felt so soft and undeniable, I couldn't even think straight.

Harry's alcohol-tasted tongue traced my bottom lip, asking for permission. In my drunken state, I granted it jovially without hesitation. I let the alcohol controlled my body, controlled my lips. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and explored every inch of my alcohol-flavored mouth. Our tongue fought for dominance and I released a light moan on the back of my throat. My hands sneaked on the back of his neck and pulled his face closer, deepened the kiss. He just rested his hands on my waist and dug his nails on my waist through my dress.

My stomach jolted as the butterflies danced inside my stomach. My knees felt weak and everything around us disappeared. Our lips molded together and moved in sync, and I had to admit that they fit perfectly. At that moment, I felt like his lips were made for me. Only me.

Until it hit me.

I quickly pulled away just as soon as I realized that what I was doing was wrong. Totally wrong. Harry wasn't mine anymore. He was Leigh's and I had no rights to snog him like that. I felt so ashamed, and guilty.

I removed my hands from the back of his neck and placed them on my lap, and let Harry's hands fell from my waist and rested on his armrest. I stared at my lap, didn't dare to look at the boy that I just kissed. My breath was heavy and I was sure my face was red as tomato. There was an awkward silence and I could feel his gaze was burning into me as if he could see right through me.

"I-I'm sorry," I spoke in small voice.

"What?" Harry yelled, clearly didn't hear my small voice over the loud music.

"I'm sorry!" I exclaimed loudly and flickered my eyes on him. I let my gaze stayed on his eyes to show him that I was really sorry and I regretted the thing I just did.

"You're so funny," Harry slurred and chuckled. He winked at me then glanced at my chest several times. I rolled my eyes, he was very drunk.

I sighed and rested my head on my hands, felt so bad. I couldn't believe I just kissed Harry. We were over and we were never getting back together again. He didn't belong to me anymore!

I wished Harry wouldn't remember about this. I wish he was too drunk to remember. My head was now pounding and throbbing, and it hurt so bad. I never really could handle alcohol. If I drank, I would just be drunk and do stupid things, then a few moment later became a bit sober to realize and remember everything. And not long after that I'd get headache.

Harry was about to drink again but then I grabbed his drink away from him. I didn't want him to get too wasted.

"Hey!" Harry protested, about to get his drink back again.

"No more drink for tonight," I said, and clearly he didn't hear me over the loud music. He was reaching his hands out to take his drink but I spun his wheelchair around and brought him towards the back exit. I needed fresh air and so did Harry.

As I made my way towards the back exit with Harry, I looked around again, to see Niall and Liam were still dancing and Louis was still dancing with that redhead. Jealously crept inside me and boiled my anger, but I tried to cool down and got out of the club quickly. I didn't deserve to be jealous though, knowing Louis wasn't my boyfriend. He could check out at every girls he wanted. I really had no rights to be jealous.

I exited the club and inhaled the fresh cold air deeply. Finally I was free from the alcohol and cigarettes smell, even though my mouth smelt alcohol. I was in an alleyway, it was quite dark since there was only one streetlight that lighted the street. I leaned my back and head against the cold hard wall and sighed. My heart was still pounding because of the alcohol and there were mix of emotions running inside my mind. I didn't know how to feel. I just felt hurt, disappointed, guilty, angry, jealous, sad, and it was like I was going to explode. I closed my eyes tightly, tried to calm my heartbeat.

"Blue whale!" Harry slurred. I massaged my forehead with my fingers and ignored him. My headache was killing me and I was too weak to look up at him.

My eyes were still closed when I heard the back door opened and a single footstep heard from the door where I just stepped. I opened my eyes to see who it was, and my eyes found Liam closed the back door carefully behind him, didn't aware of my presence. I bet he was drunk, too drunk so he snogged Niall. Maybe he would just stumble around and slur like Harry. I was quite amused, he was always funny when he was drunk.

I was watching him looking around then his gaze landed on my direction. His brown eyes widened for a second and he spoke, "Camille?" 

I flinched a little bit because I didn't expect his voice would come out quite loud. I watched him walking towards me in normal way.

"Hey," I said and waved awkwardly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, furrowed his eyebrow at me.

"Are you drunk?" I automatically the first thing that came on my mind.

"What? Drunk? No," he replied, quite amused with my question. "I drank, just one shot, not much. I'm not drunk," he said. "I still have to drive us home, y'know."

Well, that was weird. If he wasn't drunk, then why did he and Niall snogged?

Maybe that was just like me and Harry. I was quite drunk and kissed Harry, but then became sober and regretted it. Probably Niall was like Harry, still drunk. And Niall wouldn't remember anything while Liam would remember and regret it, just like me.

I sighed and decided to just shrug it off. I saw Liam's mouth moved, formed words I didn't hear. He was probably talking to me and I didn't hear what he just said.

"What? Sorry I didn't hear what you said," I said.

"I'm just wondering what you're doing here, with Harry," he shrugged and glanced towards Harry.

"Nothing," I replied. "Just getting fresh air. I can't let him drink too much since he's not really well," I told him. He just nodded and looked at Harry. "But he's already drunk," I added.

"Oh, I can tell," he said. "Zayn and Perrie are quite drunk too," he told me in his think British accent. "They're in the bathroom now. I entered the loo and walked into them practically shagging. That's why I ran here," he grimaced and chuckled.

I chuckled lightly and changed the topic, "Should we going back soon? It's almost 1 already."

"Oh, right," he nodded. "I'll go inside to call Niall, Zayn and Perrie. Oh, it's gonna be awkward," he said and chuckled. "You go get Louis, eh?" 

"Um," I pondered about the redhead who was with Louis and about to say no, but I couldn't resist Liam's adorable puppy eyes. "Fine," I finally said. He mumbled something like thanks then walked inside the club to call the other. I followed him to get Louis, didn't forget to bring Harry with me.

We struggled to make our way towards Louis who was sitting with arms around the redhead's shoulder across the dance floor. My head was throbbing and the headache got stronger as I approached the beautiful brown haired boy. The loud blasting music made my headache ten times worse.

"Hey, Lou!" I called loudly to get his attention over the music. He looked at my direction and flashed a breathtaking smile at me.

"They you are, Camille. Where have you been?" he asked jovially.

"Doesn't matter. We should be going home soon, its 1 AM already in the morning," I told him.

"Well," he looked hesitant, and glanced at the girl beside him. She had long straight red hair and blue eyes. She also had tan skin and long legs. This girl was absolutely beautiful. Louis seemed like he didn't want to leave her. I felt sharp pain inside my heart. I was wishing him to leave that girl and come back with me, but what came from Louis' mouth later broke my heart. He said, "Can Ashley come with us? I mean she can stay the night, eh? I still want to catch up with her."

My heart sank and shattered into million pieces as I nodded in approval. I fought myself not to cry, at least in front of him. Then I turned on my heels and made my way towards the exit with Harry, without bothering to glance backwards to see if they were following me. I didn't even ask who Ashley was, because I already knew that she was Louis' new crush.

Maybe I didn't mean that much to him.

 

LOUIS' POV

I woke up in the next morning with Ashley beside me, still sleeping; on the same bed with me. I smiled and remembered talking to her all night until 4 AM. It was crazy, I really missed her a lot. She was fun and lovely, I could talk to her forever and spill anything to her like usual; like we used to. It was funny that we hadn't seen each other in two years until last night we met again and we were still close like the last time.

Honestly I was totally taken aback and surprised to see her here in London. All I knew was she moved from Yorkshire to Milan for work, as a designer. I didn't know she spent summer in London. I was glad I could see her again. She was always close to me.

Last night I spilled what was going on in my life lately. She also told me about her job that was really cool. She had become a professional designer and worked for big names there in Milan, the city of fashion. I was so happy for her achievement; she deserved that.

"Morning, Lou," Ashley cooed then yawned. I had to admit that she looked adorable, but I wasn't going to let her know that. However we mocked and teased each other, but deep inside we loved each other.

"Hey, sleepy head," I said softly then got up from the comfy bed.

"Any plan for today?" she asked.

"Interview tonight," I answered shortly. "I'm about to have shower now. Wanna join?" I winked.

"Pervert!" she exclaimed and threw a pillow at me. I laughed then entered the loo to have shower. Ashley was so fun to make fun of.

 

***

 

A/N:

Still awestruck by BSE? Me too. I still can't control my wild heartbeat. It was soooo amazing i

I'm just speechless!

Are you watching the MV over 200 times? You should! We have to break the record, 10.7M or even 11M in 24 hours! ((:

I've watched it hundred times, 200+ using 4 tabs of youtube in my laptop and also using my phone. I just wish that my little contribution can help us to break the record (:

Okay, okay, that wasn't the important note. Well, the thing is... school has started since a few days ago, and I'm in grade 12! This is senior year in senior high school, I'll be graduated soon, even though I'm still 15 years old now, and there are many of juniors that are older than me (;

It feels amazing knowing I'm the senior in school; and the juniors respect and afraid of me even I'm technically younger than some them :D

The feeling is like Niall won Brit Awards while he's Irish.

Like a boss! Hahaha :D

Well the national exam is in less than 10 months, and there are loads of homework, assignments, and school stuffs. I have to focus on my studying, because this year is really important. FYI, there was math quiz on the first day of school!

Please understand that I barely have time for this fan fiction. I really love this fanfic, you guys mean SO FREAKING MUCH to me. I love you all, but school is always number one. Year 12 is very hard, because I have to learn back the subjects for the past three years which are quite hard. I have to study harder and spend more time on studying. I want to be graduated with good grades and go to a cool university.

So I'm sorry if I can't update as often as before. If I'm lucky I can update once in a week or two, but I can't promise anything. School is hard!! I'm sorry, please don't leave me xxxx

I'm hoping you'll be patient and loyal, because I love you guys and I've planned good things for this story, that you might like.

Wish me luck for my senior year, eh?

Oh and anyway...

(sorry if this A/N is long but I might not see you in a while so yeah)

I wanna give you some tips.. to have good grades, social life, and fangirl life in once!

(Because some of you are always focus on fangirl life, and abandon social life and have good grades. I hope you're not one of them. But IF you are, here's the tips)

Well based on my experience, to get good grades you have to really pay attention at least in class. Pour all your attention on the teacher and the subject, and study seriously (even though I barely study haha)

A few months ago my school sent me to join Astronomy competition, and I feel proud to 'represent' a pervert directioner in that competition. There were loads of nerds there, but I was there in 1D bracelets and merchs, and appeared in style! I want to show those smart nerds that a pervert directioner can also have achievement in Astronomy. I passed the first round, but I didn't pass the second round. But I'm still proud, as a fangirl (:

Well I pay much attention in class, then after school I don't stay on my computer to fangirl. I hang out with friends, and having fun. I have a lot of friends even they know I'm a maniac, dedicated, and obsessed fangirl. Social life is important, guys!! My friends understand that I'm really dedicated with 1D, but they still accept me for who I am. Okay, sometimes they mock 1D, but in a friendly way. They still love me though, and I love them (:

Then after I get home, I'll study for a while maybe 1 hour or less, then fangirl for hours!! Usually until late at night. Fangirl hardcore!

Usually I watch football (soccer) at midnight (European soccer matches are in midnight in my local time so I have to wake up at 1-3 AM to watch the matches). I'm a huge fangirl of football (soccer), and my faves are Barcelona, Chelsea, and AC Milan. I always spend my midnight to watch the matches. Sometimes I watch 1-2 matches in a night, so my sleep time is very little.

So.. we have the equation that:

Good grades + social life + fangirl + football = no sleep!

Hahaha that's my life basically.

But honestly no sleep is unhealthy. But I just can't help it, for me 24 hours isn't enough.

Just remember, school and social life are important!

Okay, finally.. after a super long talk..

With unlimited love,

Denna <3

I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! XOXO

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...