Camille was left behind by Zayn after his sucessful audition at the xfactor. She felt useless and unwanted. Now, Camile was absolutely gorgeous and has guys practically falling at her feet. She has many friends, but she still feels alone. What will happen when Zayn and Camille get reunited at a totally crazy party?


17. Chapter 17

Camille's pov:

When Jordan got here I tried to act like the boys weren't here.

"Hey Jor!"

"Hey Cami! Ready for this?"

"I was born ready."

There is a big thud.

"What was that?" She asks

"Oh, it's nothing. Probably Brady just... you know doing stuff."

"Uh huh? Well lets go upstairs."



She drops her stuff on my floor.

"Where is Paisley?"

"Ohmigod! Paisley!" Who knows what those terrible boys could be doing to my princess. They could be messing up her fur!

"Can you look for her in here, I will check my brothers room."

"Um, ok."

I run into my brothers room, scared of what I might find.

"BRADY GIVE ME MY CAT!!!" I scream.

"We don't have it." Boys giggle.


"We don't have her."

I see a boy holding something behind his back. I also see a white tail. Last time I checked, guys don't have tails. I stomp over to the boy and scream. My poor Paisley!


"NOTHING! Get out, Camille!" Brady says harshly.

I pick up my cat. "Fine. I just want you to know that I am very disappointed in you."

"Oh no, not that."

"What is the matter with you? God, Brady."

"Why do you have to ruin my parties?"

"Why do you have to torture my cat?"

"I HATE YOU!" My brother screams.

I feel tears sting my eyes as I stomp out of his room. He acts so different in front of his friends.

"I leave you alone for two minutes and that terrible little monster hurts you." I say to Paisley.

She meows at me. All I wanted to do was lay down with her and cry. And talk to Zayn. But I couldn't. For one, Zayn was at his concert and two, Jordan was here. So I did what I usually do when I want to cry. I flipped over the bracelet to reveal the words.



Zayns pov:

"You guys ready?" Niall asks.

"Yes. Our fans are excited, so am I."

"SO ready!!"



"Ok guys lets do this!"

As we step onto the stage the fans go crazy. I see so many posters. 





I smiled as I read the signs. The music started up and I started to sing

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bare this in mind it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me.

Liam started to sing his part and I couldn't  help but think of Camille. Not because of the lyrics, but it felt like I needed to talk to her. But I couldn't. I had a concert to do. And I will still have a concert to do for the next 2 hours. But still, it felt like she needed me. I started to walk of stage, but Harry looked at me.

'I need to talk to Camille' I mouthed.

he shook his head and told me to stay. we were having a break in a few minutes. But those few minutes were starting to feel like hours, years. I needed to talk to her. She needed to talk to me.


I ran off the stage and quickly grabbed my phone, then ran back on stage before anyone could notice. Or so I thought. As soon as I walked on stage, while texting Camille very quickly, Harry and Louis stood next to me and led mt to the front of the stage. I didn't unerstand why, but I realized, it was the end of the song.

"It's your turn to speak." Louis whispered to me.

"Oh, uhm... Hello everyone!! Thanks so much for coming here tonight!! I really-" My phone vibrated.

Camille: Hey

Zayn: how r u

Harry elbowed me befor i got the chance to read Camille's reply.

"Um I really appreciate the support and I'm Sure Liam does, too. Right Liam?"

"YOU BET I DO!!!" he continues talking as I slowly back up to the back of the stage.

Camille: Terrible. I thought you were doing a concert?

Zayn I am.

Camille: then how are you texting me? Are you on a break?

Zayn: No, I am texting you on stage. why is your day terrible.

Camille: My brother is being a brat.

Zayn: Im sorry.

Camille: me too. Im going to let you go ok?

Zayn: you don't have to

The next song started to play.

Camille: no, I am.

Zayn: ok...

Camille: I miss you.

Zayn: I miss you, too.

Camille: good luck with your concert

Zayn: thanks

Camille: bye

Zayn: bye

Paul motions from the side of the stage for me  to through him the phone. I do and he catches it and puts it with my stuff. 


I got to read Camilles message after the concert.

Camille: I miss you so much. please come home. <3

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