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?


18. The Murder

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I got up late, around 10. I yawned then got out of bed I shared with Tom and Siva. Tom was was still sleeping and Siva wasn't in the room. I rolled out of bed and walked outside towards the kitchen and found Max was sitting there, eating his breakfast.

"Is there something to eat?" I asked.

"Just eggs. Taylor made us scrambled eggs," he answered. I took  plate of scrambled eggs and grabbed a spoon then ate the breakfast.

"Taylor is such a good cook," I said with eggs in my mouth.

"Yep," he replied shortly.

"Where's she now?" I questioned.

"Feeding the hostage."

"Morning, guys," Tom yawned. We just nodded at him and he took a seat next to us and started eating the breakfast on the table in front of him.

"So what are you gonna do today?" Max asked. I raised my shoulder.

"I don't know, I have nothing to do," I replied.

"Me either. We all don't have plans for today since we don't have any interview or show or anything," said Max.

"That's true. One Direction takes our popularity. That's sucks," I mumbled.

"We have to end them soon," Tom uttered.

"Calm down, mate. We have to wait the instruction from the boss Taylor," I said.

"I can't wait. I want to murder him now," Tom growled and grabbed a knife from the cupboard then walked out of the kitchen.

"Hey, wait!" I yelled.

"What?" he asked impatiently.

"Are you gonna finish this?" I asked, pointing at his breakfast.

"Whatever!" he said then continued walking towards the basement. I took his plate and ate the eggs remained on his plate.

"You didn't stop him?" Max protested.

"What for? Wouldn't it be better if we kill him and end One Direction soon? " I excused.

"Ah, right. Good luck, Tom! Cut his throat down!" Max yelled. We laughed and I raised a glass of plain water.

"For the end of One Direction!" I exclaimed. He followed me lifting his glass.

"For the end of One Direction!" he repeated as we tossed.



I just lied alone on the cold hard basement floor all day since I didn't have anything to do. I had done with my breakfast Taylor brought and it was horrible. However, I didn't have anything to eat and I was very starving so I decided to eat the eggs in a big gulp. I closed my eyes, tried to take a nap but then I heard noises outside the basement. Then my eyes locked to the door that swung open as a figure stepped in. Even it was at noon, it was quite dark inside so I couldn't barely see who was coming. I witnessed a shadow approached with a shinny thing on the hand. That figure turned on the lamp and I could see Tom Parker walked towards me with a knife in his hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he snapped back.

"Stop it, are you going to kill me?"

"If so, why? That's enough for One Direction to steal The Wanted's popularity,"  he stated. I quickly stood up and tried to get away from that fucking evil. I ran towards the door and rushed to open the door, but it was locked.

"Shit!" I cursed then ran again, before Tom could catch me. I ran around the room, didn't know how to get out. He madly chased me and shouted wildly.

"Go away, Tom. You're drunk!" I screamed. He growled and ran faster. His feet hit a plate of my finished breakfast and he tripped on the floor and fell.

"Fuck you!" he shouted.

"You're fucking insane!" I shouted back at him, my feet was shaking as I leaned on the wall, took the furthest spot from him and waiting for him to chase me again. He managed himself to stood up then stood still, tried to control his breath. His shoulder were moving up and down as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. I tried to breath too, but I could barely breath as the fear crept to my chest, snuggled and pushed my heart, clogged my lungs.

"Don't you run, little shit!" he growled.

"Don't kill me! Please, I still owe a bunch of things to Louis and my band mates," I pleaded. He smirked and coughed as saliva ran down his mouth to his chin, and it was disgusting.

"That's sad knowing this day is the last day you breath the air."

"You're pathetic. Your band is so pathetic," I teased.

"Keep talking cause your band will be over right after this knife cut down your throat," he stated then started walking towards me, slowly. 

I slowly stepped back, placed myself as far as I could from him. He slammed his feet then without any warning he rushed towards me. I quickly moved, but it was too late. His grip was set on my wrist, and then clutched me, placing me in front of him. He pushed me against the wall, didn't give me any room to move. His hips was pressed hard against mine and his left hand gripped my shoulder so tightly.

"Let me go!" I screamed on the top of my lungs. He placed his knife vertically in front of my neck, and pressed it lightly against my skin. I groaned and moved wildly, gasping for air as I could barely breath. My hands crawled the air and my feet trembled. My body started to sweat, caused my shirt wet. I could feel his cold blade cut my skin lightly. I shook my head, to the right and left, tried to push him and get rid of him but it seemed useless. His grip was very tight. Moreover, the blade cut my skin as I moved.

"The more you move, the more scars you get," he said in raspy voice. I gulped, and watched his eyes gone wild.

"Let me go!" I screamed in husky voice, as tears spilled out of my eyes.

I collected my courage and with all of my strength I lifted my thigh, and hit his balls with my knee as hard as I could, with all of my power. He snarled loudly, and growled angrily. He lifted his hand and his knife was pulled, giving me more time to breath. I took a deep breath as attempting to get away, but he was still holding me tight.

I couldn't escape.

He got more furious. He growled and lifted his knife, about to stab me hard. His eyes were flaming, filled with anger, fury, and madness. He screamed in husky voice as he flew his knife towards my throat. I closed my eyes, waiting for the knife to cut down my throat and get through my flesh. I had waited for a few moments but nothing happened, so I dared to open my eyes.

My eyes slowly fluttered opened and I saw his hand and knife was hanging in the air as he froze there. I narrowed my blurry eyes and saw Taylor held his arms, preventing him to stab me.

"Put the knife down," Taylor commanded. Tom was still standing there, gripped his knife tightly.

"I said, put the knife down," she repeated. Tom didn't obey so she grabbed the knife and threw it away. "We're kidnapping him, not murdering him. I control this kidnapping operation. I command you, and you do what I say. Don't you ever dare to rebel."

"We have to kill him!" he screamed and pounded my chest, made me moan in pain.

"Shut up and go back to your room! Remember who feed you, buy you food and make your meal!" she stated and then pushed him away, dragged him outside the basement. I sighed in relief.

"Thanks, Tay," I said in huskily.

"You're welcome," she smiled. And for the first time, I smiled at her.

I stared at her eyes then without realizing what I was doing, I leaned in, ignored the pain in my neck, then wrapped my arms around her waist. I pulled her close to me, removed the gap between us, and pressed my lips against her soft one. I kissed her lips gently, then the kiss turned hotter as the fireworks grew on my chest. Our lips moved in sync then I licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance that given instantly by her. She opened her mouth and I shoved my tongue inside. Our tongue moved in a rhythm together, fighting for dominance as I licked everything inside her mouth. I escaped a soft moan as butterflies filled my stomach, hitting me away from reality.

My heart pounded like a drum when she wrapped her arms around my neck. I could feel the pain Tom caused on my neck, but I ignored it. I pulled her closer and enjoyed every inch of her body that was pressed against me. She moaned lightly against my lips then stepped back, pulled my bottom lip then let go off the kiss, leaving me wanting more.

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