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?


5. The Thoughts

A/N: Hey there!! I'm Denna, the writer of this fanfiction (:

So do you like my first fanfic? Please comment what you think about it. Feedback are appreciated! :D

Anyway, I'm working on my second fanfic with Savannah (Twitter: @Sex101_Harry1D, follow her!!!). I think it's gunna be amazing! Savannah is the writer of 'Sex 101 With Harry Styles' fanfiction. Unfortunately her account got reported by faggots and deleted. :( 

We're making a new account for our new fanfiction, the username is BracelessMofo. So stay tune and we'll post the first chapter soonnnn... :D

Talk to me privately on Twitter @ddenna143 or kik ddenna143 (:

Now onto the story...





So Camille left. It was because of me. If I didn't fuck her she wouldn't had felt guilty and left Harry.

It was killing me to see my best friend hurt and crying like that because of me. I hated myself more and more.  I was such a dick. And guess what, Harry still counted on me, trusted me, believed in me.

He sobbed in my chest and fell asleep in my arms. I stroked his back, trying to comfort him as well as I could.

I was a fucking dumb, sick bastard. I didn't deserve Harry. I didn't deserve to fuck Camille.

I regretted it now.

The tears streamed down my face as I began to cry. I messed everything up and broke his heart, broke our friendship.

I fucking hate myself.




I stayed at my aunt's house in South London, and I was sure the boys wouldn't find me here.

I knew I couldn't stay with them any longer. I couldn't imagine what would Harry do if he knew what Louis and I did.

Moreover I felt butterflies in my stomach every time I saw Louis. I didn't want to let my feelings for Louis grow bigger. I had to get over him, even I knew it was hard.

My aunt Belle was my favorite aunt. She was very kind and caring, the one I shared my problem with. But this time I didn't tell much about this problem. I just told her that Harry and I broke up, didn't tell her the reason. Last night I cried on her shoulder.

After i spent a night in Aunt Belle's house, I decided do go out downtown in the morning. It was 7 am.

I grabbed Aunt Belle's key and got in the car, then drove to the only place I could think. My old school.

I parked in the front gate and stepped inside and walked around the school. It was Sunday, so nobody was there. Everything hadn't changed much since I graduated five months ago.

Suddenly I remembered the day I met Harry. We met six months ago, in this school.

Harry visited my school to watch his friend's football match. Stan, his friend, was my friend too and he introduced me to Harry. That day I watched Stan's match with Harry by my side. He was so sweet, warm, and friendly. I liked his cheeky smile, his cute dimples, and his voice.

After the match we went out together, with Stan too, for karaoke. His voice was so stunning and extremely amazing. And I was like "Wow, you're amazing, you'll be an amazing singer someday" and he just laughed. Then Stan Interrupted his laughter saying,"Yes he's a singer, he's from One Direction". I was so surprised.

I just realized that he was Harry Styles, the guy from One Direction who had HEAPS of fans around the world. I never watched news or gossip or stuffs like that so I had no idea about the latest celebrity information.

Our first real date was two weeks after we met. We went to the beach, my favorite place, and he kissed me on the lips. It was my first kiss and by that I fell in love with him. I was truly, madly, deeply in love with him.

About three weeks after the first date Harry brought me to his house, I mean One Direction's house, and introduced me to the boys.

They were so friendly and accepted me with open arms.

Finally after two months since we first met he asked me to be his girlfriend. We were on the same beach as our first date, walking together and holding hands.

Suddenly he told me how much he loved me and really wanted to be my boyfriend. It was so sweet and romantic, he was on his knees and holding my hand, as the wind blew and flipped his curls. His green eyes stared at my brown one.

His eyes were deep, and I could see he was so serious with me. I was in tears, I just nodded as the wind flipped my hair, then Harry kissed my hand. Placed himself upright and gave me a tight embrace. Then we kissed.

My tears slowly streamed down. I didn't want to memorize anything further about him. It just made me feel guilty and lost with no direction.

I just wanted to be alone to cool my mind down, and control my emotion. So I walked to the football field. I walked to the middle of the empty field, looked around and entered the locker room.

The room wasn't really big, but it was wide enough for this school. The walls were colored green and there were a lot of pictures of the players and ex players. I saw a picture of Stan and his team holding a trophy.

I missed Stan.

Thought of him made me think about Harry. I quickly removed that thoughts from my mind.

I sat on the bench. It was a big yellow bench. My eyes swept the room, and found many lockers across the room and another bench. Usually the players changed there.

I walked across the room and sat in the blue bench, still crying. I was thinking about the things I had done, the biggest mistake in my life.




I woke up in the morning at 8 with Harry in my arms. He was still sleeping. I looked at his innocent face, he looked like an angel. My mind went back to last night, when he cried over the girl he loved with all his heart. I felt fucking evil. I caused him hurt, I made the girl who owned his world leave him. What kind of friend was I?


I rubbed his back and rested my chin on the top of his head and kissed his curls. I loved him so much. But then the guilty feelings filled the air. I didn't deserve this. I got up and gently moved Harry from my arms to his bed.

I had shower and got dressed. After that I walked to the kitchen to get some cereal.

"How's Harry?" Niall asked with Apple Jack in his mouth. I took a bowl and filled it with cereal.

"Still sleeping," I replied shortly and poured the milk onto my bowl.

"That's sad. Why did Camille leave? She's very accepted here," Niall said in sad innocent tone.

I sighed and said, "I don't know, Niall. Let's just not talk about it. It's killing me." I ate slowly then left my empty bowl on the kitchen table and grabbed my key.

"Where are you going, Lou?" asked Liam. I didn't answer. I didn't even know where I was going. My feet moved themselves.

I got in the car and drove without knowing my destination. I just drove nowhere, downtown for hours. Then I stopped in the front of a building as the sky was getting dark. My heart told me to go here. I entered the building, hopefully I could find Camille. I missed her. I knew it was wrong but I missed her.

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