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?


4. The Letter


Finally we had done our interview for E! Entertainment. We got home by 4pm. We walked in the house and Harry yelled, "Camille! We're home, baby!"

I heard no response. Harry called her again, but she didn't answer. 

"Maybe she's sleeping?" I said. Harry stepped to his room upstairs and I walked to the loving room, sat on the couch and grabbed the remote.

I saw a piece of paper next to the remote. It looked like a letter, and it was. Probably a letter from fans, so I opened the letter and read it.


Dear Harry, Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Niall

Hey guys, I know I'm not really good in words but I just wanna thank all of you for everything. I love you guys. You're the best! And I am sorry for everything I did, for bothering you all and bad stuffs I did.

I'm sorry I have to go and leave you all. Well, don't bother to find me, because I'm not coming back.

Please don't be mad at me. I have a reason for this. Believe me, this is for your own kindness. I just don't want to tear you apart.

Sorry, guys. Goodbye, all. I won't forget about you. You're the best!




What the fuck????!!!

"Boys! Come over here! This is important. Quick!" I yelled. The boys but Harry rushed in.

"Read this, guys," I handed them Camille's letter. They grabbed it and read it as I walked to Harry's room.

I entered his room and found him laying on his bed, sobbing. Camille's bags and stuffs were gone. I leaned in and hugged him, tried to comfort him.

"Ssh, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay. She'll come back," I whispered. He buried his face on my shoulder blade and sobbed. My shirt was wet because of him but I didn't mind at all. It hurt to see my best friend like that. I stroked his back tried to calm him down.

"She'll come back, love. Don't worry. She'll be back," I said. I wasn't sure if she'd be back. But I just wanted to calm him.

"No, she's not. She's not coming back. We're done, Liam," he sobbed.

"Don't think like that. Just calm down and wait. She'll be right back. She will."

"Bullshit!" Harry yelled. He pushed me away. "Get out, Liam." he yelled. I was shocked but I understood. I stepped out and closed the door behind me. I could hear him crying louder and it was so pathetic. I could feel what he felt. It hurt. So bad.



It was over. Everything was over. She was gone. I couldn't imagine what could had been worse. I walked into my room to find her but I found this letter instead, on my bed. I took it and read it.


Dear Harry,

Thank you for everything you did to me, your love, your attention, and everything. And I'm sorry for all of mistakes I made. I think I just made a huge last mistake in our relationship, and we need to separate. We can't be together anymore. Well.. it's hard to say that but yes, and sorry, we break up.

Please understand me one last time. This is for your own kindness. Believe me, I just don't want to ruin your life and your career by tearing you and your band apart. Sorry.

I loved you, and always do. But things get worse and complicated. I can't explain to you, and honestly I don't want you to know.

So I'm leaving. I'll never come back, just get over me. Someday you'll find your true love. Let's we just be friends, okay?




I felt so frail. I broke down into tears and sobbed. Liam came to comfort me but I kicked him. I was in such a mess. I felt like dying, because the girl who was my everything left me behind. She dumped me and broke my heart into pieces. I felt like the ground was crumbling underneath my feet. I had no reason to live anymore.

I had no idea why she left, why she broke me up. And why she didn't want me to know the reason? There must be a reason, but what was that? 

A few moments later Louis came and comforted me. He didn't say anything, he just hugged me and stroked my curls. He was always able to comfort me and make me feel a little bit better. I felt safe in his arms and cried my heart out in his chest, and fell asleep in his arms.

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