One year later...
"So you're finally leaving huh?" Louis asked me. Louis and I were in my office, along with Carter. They were helping me transport the boxes to my car, so I could move them to my new place. "I might as well resign. I know Anderson won't be happy." I answered.
"No I won't." Anderson appeared at the door with his arms crossed over his chest. Though, he wasn't very good at hiding his emotions. He came up to me and gave me a big hug. In a sense, he was like my uncle. "We're going to miss you Styles." Carter patted me on the back.
The three of us hauled the boxes to the trunk of my car. "Well, that's the last of them." Louis said as I shut the trunk. "I want you to give this to Camille." I pulled out an envelope from my jacket pocket. Also, I gave him a box. Louis nodded and took the items.
Perrie was getting married and I couldn't be there. As much as I wanted to go, I wanted Camille to think that I was dead. I knew it would hurt her not to see me, but it was better this way. "Sad that you're not going mate." Louis said.
"I wish I could go." I said. "I want to." Louis knew the reason why. We went our separate ways as I got back into my car and drove on down the street. Louis had to make in time for the wedding, he couldn't be late.
As I passed by where the wedding ceremony was being placed, I saw Camille from afar. She was so beautiful. I drove away knowing that I shouldn't be there. I didn't want my cover to be blown. I arrived at my new place and unloaded all of the boxes from the trunk of my car.
I was going to have to make new memories here. I couldn't stand to live there. The funny thing is that I lived in the same apartment building. I opened my phone and looked down at the picture of Camille. It made me smile a lot and I thought about the letter I wrote to her.
This was hard for me to say this, but I love you. I know that this is not the best way to tell you. I wanted to tell you in the closet that night. I'm sorry about what happened at Zayn's apartment that night, but both of us weren't going to make it out alive if we stayed.
You were never going to be safe, not with me. So in order to keep you safe, I had to let you go. If you think that letting you go was easy, it wasn't. It was one of the worst decisions I have ever made. I want you to move on and my death will allow for you to move on.
I hope you'll find someone new, someone who could make you happy. Maybe someone like-
It was upon realization that I had to see her. I had to go to the reception. I couldn't let her go this time. She was the one woman I wanted to be with my entire life. Letting her go would be the death of me.
Though, I figured that it was too late. I drove to the jewelry store to buy her a ring. Although, I wasn't planning on proposing to her just yet, I was going to buy one anyway. "Must be a special girl." The woman smiled at me as she sold me the ring.
I smiled, "Yeah. Very special." I thanked her again before driving on down the street. The reception must've been over by now. It took me over and hour to find the right ring for Camille. She indeed had a very special place in my heart.
I drove back to the apartment building, only to catch a glimpse of Louis's car driving away. He didn't notice me. I parked the car and hurried inside to catch the elevator. The doors closed and I pressed the button as the elevator climbed.
It had been over a year since I've seen Camille, but the girl beside me definitely looked like her. The long blonde hair and I caught a glimpse of her bright blue eyes when she looked at me. She looked away, blushing.
Camille, I knew it was you. The doors opened on the twelfth floor and I stepped out. I smiled at her and winked. "Good night Miss Devine." My new apartment was on the opposite side from the old one. I guess I couldn't stay away from that place forever.
My new apartment just had stuff from the office. I guess you can call it my second home. I entered apartment 1215 and closed the door behind me. A knock came at the door and I smiled. I knew that she would come for me.
I opened the door and seconds upon opening, Camille wrapped her arms around me. Her lips pressed against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into the apartment. I closed the door behind her.
I started to unzip her dress and she unbuttoned my shirt to pull it off. Her dress fell to the floor as she began to undo my pants and they fell as well. I stepped out of them and picked her up as I carried her into the bedroom. I set her down on the bed and pulled down my boxers, and then I climbed on top of her.
I kissed her lips and moved my own to her neck, and then I proceeded to kiss down her body. I positioned myself and thrusted deep into her. Our hands intertwined with one another. My lips never left hers and in that moment, I never wanted her more.
Afterwards, I laid down beside her as she turned to look at me. I wrapped my arm around her. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. I guess she wanted to know the truth as I faced her and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Tell you what?"
"That you were alive... this entire time. For a year, for a year I thought you were dead."
"And I wanted you to think that. One of us had to make it out of that place alive, and it had to be you."
"But I wanted it to be you."
"I wouldn't have anyone to live for Cam. I lost my mum, my sister could still be in London or wherever the hell she is, and I would've lost you. I couldn't live with that. I couldn't live with knowing you're not with me, by my side. I couldn't live with knowing I'm the reason you're dead. I don't mean anything to anyone, so I'm good as dead Cam."
She reached up and touched my face. "You're not as good as dead. You mean a lot to me Harry. You have no idea what I've been through. I've heard multiple gunshots that night and when you didn't come out, I- I felt broken. No one could replace you, not Liam or Louis. I couldn't have anyone when my heart belonged to you. I love you Harry."
I wiped a tear away as she began to cry. "I love you too Cam." I leaned in and kissed her lips as she kissed back. She pulled away and smiled, "I'm ready to tell you that poem."