Camp Direction *Complete*

Amber, Emily, Olivia, Delaney, and Sarah make up the girl band Dangerous. They won their way into a camp for aspiring singers and others in the music business. They are so happy to finally have they dream of possibly becoming a real band come true. There's one thing though, the owners of the camp are the hot new boy band: One Direction. And they fall head over heels for these girls, but the girls have hearts of stone.


65. The Last Day

*The Next Day-Late Morning*

No, no, no! I don't want to leave! Everyone's suitcases are on the bus that brought us here from the airport so many days ago.

Harry brings me into a hug; just like the other boys are doing with their girlfriends. "This isn't the last time I'll see you, Buttercup."

I cling to his shirt as tears run down my face. "No, I don't want to leave you. Please take me with you."

He starts rubbing the spot between my shoulder blades. "I'm sorry, Amber. I can't take you with me. How I'd love to, but I can't. You have to go home. Finish your education. Once you do that, I'll take you away. Us boys will take you girls away with us."

"I want to be with you forever. Never being apart. Why do we have to be apart?"

He holds me out by my shoulders, "Because this is our rough patch. We have to have one, but we'll survive. Power through with all we've got. I promise we'll make it."

"I love you, Curly Whirly. And I love you, Harry Edward Styles."

He smiles and I see his dimples that still make my stomach flip. "I love you, Buttercup. And I really love you, Amber Faith Scott." Then he kisses me. A kiss full of passion, love, memories, and sadness. For it's a goodbye kiss. The worst and best kiss.

Harry pulls away and has tears running down his cheeks. Neither of us say anything. I somehow turn my body towards the bus and walk to it. Then I'm on it. My bands mates and I look out the window at our boys. Then bus starts up and starts driving away. Away from memories. Away from our boys. Away from the best thing that has ever happened to Dangerous.

A minute or so in shock, and then my bands mates and I start looking at each other. No longer looking out the window. That's when the real water works begin. We huddle together like on the night of the storm and just let it all out. There's no holding back. We set the two other bands off and soon we're all crying. Just the opposite e of when we showed up to camp.

*I'm not joking. I started crying when I was typing this up. It just got to me. These characters are so close to me and I feel their pain. I'm gonna have to listen to a lot of happy music now.

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