Beautiful Nightmare

He never trusted anyone, not after he had been deceived. He kept secrets from anyone who has ever known him. He lived in fear until he found the one place that helped him escape. He discovers the reasons of his mother's death and the betrayal of his friends. A life he has chosen to live. A past that cannot be left behind to find the truth of this Beautiful Nightmare.


9. Eight

Work was slow as usual as I sank back into my daily routine of ignoring Camille... completely. It was just as it had been the first day she started work here at the company. That girl always challenged me in ways that I couldn't explain.

I was beginning to like that about her. I was working the late shift with Jesy and her. Could Ethan have made my job more difficult? Nope. After seeing Camille last night at the agency, I wondered why she followed me.

I doubt it was because of her curiosity. Maybe she was being plain nosy or maybe she was searching for answers, but what kind of answers did she want? She should've just come straight to me, but of course, I spent most of my time with my mouth shut.

Along with ignoring Camille, I began to ignore Jesy from time to time. Thankfully, she understood my situation. I was thankful that she wasn't as nosy as Camille. I chose to ignore Camille, but with Jes, I didn't want her to know too much about my new feelings towards Camille.

Jesy was leaving and I assumed that she had other things to do. I guess Anderson had other plans for Jesy. After all, she was one of his favorites. She didn't even say goodbye to me, but it didn't matter. She and I were close enough to understand what the other was thinking.

I was now left on the floor with Camille, who I hardly looked at all day. I didn't want to picture her beautiful long blond hair and bright blue eyes. I finished up my work and approached her, "Let's go." I said. She looked at me startled, but stood and followed me to the elevator.

I pressed the button for the last food, but reminded her that we had to take the stairs the rest of the way. Upon reaching the rooftop, the sun was now setting. "You want to talk, let's talk." I told her.

"What's with the grey building?" she asked. Well, she was smart to start with that question. I answered every question she threw at me. She asked about my sister, my mum, and the reason for being at the agency.

I have never been known to tell secrets, just known to keep them from people I didn't trust. I felt that I trusted Camille more than anyone I work with and with the exception of Jesy. Night had fallen and I stood as I held my hand out towards her to help her to her feet.

"I come up here to think. It's easier to clear your mind when you're not surrounded by voices." I replied when she asked about why I go to the rooftop. It became a second nature really. She told me that she wrote poetry and was uncomfortable about reading them out loud. She'll tell me when she's ready.

I was in no rush to hear them. I drove us back to the apartment building and we stepped into the elevator. "Are you fine sleeping on your own?" She pressed the button to her floor. 

“I’ll be fine Harry.” She said. It was also second nature to make sure that anyone I cared about was safe, not that I cared about Camille. Keep telling yourself that Styles. I walked her back to the apartment and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

She blushed slightly and entered her apartment as she closed the door behind her. I waited for a minute or two outside her apartment. What was she doing to me? She had this hold, unlike any other girl has. Though, there was only one girl I compared her to.

Shaking my head, I walked back towards the elevator and pressed the button on my floor. I wondered what she wrote. Would her poems be about me or about someone else? Maybe I was just as curious as she was.

Going to the rooftop became a casual thing for Camille and I. We seemed to bond really well. The fact that I was starting to fall for her, killed me. I didn’t want anything like that to happen again. I was trying to avoid being deceived.

The others questioned about Camille and I talking. I guess they’ve started to notice how close we’ve been getting. Jesy began to trust Camille. One day, Ethan called Camille to his office. For a brief moment, we glanced at each other and she had a look on her face that I only knew about.

I didn’t trust her with him. She wasn’t aware of the fact that Ethan and I were close once. I wish I could’ve stopped her. Time passed and Camille hadn’t come back to her desk. Immediately, I started to become worried.

I called her cell, but she wasn’t picking up. Where could she have gone off to? I told Jesy that I was going to find Camille. She nodded and I was off. I went down to the lobby and got in my car. I passed by the park and spotted her. I stopped the car and got out, approaching her sleeping body on the bench. “Camille… Camille.”

She opened her eyes and sat up as I took a seat beside her. “I tried calling. I got worried.” I said.

“I wanted a moment to myself, that’s all.” she said.

“What happened back there?” She was hesitant to tell me what was bothering her. I was concerned for her well-being. She told me that Ethan called her into her office, talking to her about a promotion, and then he kissed her but stopped it immediately. “Well, at least you stopped it before it went to far.” When I get my hands on him, I’ll kill him. Camille doesn’t deserve to be treated that way.

“What if things do go to far Harry? I can’t… I can’t work for him.” There were tears in her eyes and I reached out to wipe them away. “You’re staying with me for a while.”

“What about work?”

“Don’t go.”


“Don’t. Go. I’ll put in a word with Ethan that you had to go out of town for a family emergency. You’ll be gone for two weeks. He’ll understand.” She nodded. I drove her back to the apartment building and went up with her to her apartment.

She packed enough clothes for two weeks and re-entered the elevator. We entered my apartment and told her that she could sleep in my room. She set her bag down near the bed as I grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet. “I want you to stay.”

She had grabbed my arm and looked up at me with those blue eyes of hers. I put the blanket back in the closet and set the pillow on the bed, nodding. As she went to take a shower, I exited the bedroom to make a quick phone call. Jesy picked up on the other end and I told her about what happened between Ethan and Camille.

We talked for about twenty minutes and I hung up. I walked back into the bedroom to see that she had already gotten into bed. I joined her and wrapped an arm around her. I rested my head in the crook of her neck and felt her become limp in my arms as she fell asleep.

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