Prima donna (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nineteen

>>Chapter Nineteen: Bye Bye Creeper<<

>>Harry's Point of View<<

"Tell the truth." I said simply before I closed the door. I smiled to myself as I made my way towards my bedroom.

Just as I thought. I don't like Adriene. But I still do like someone else. Scratch that, I love them. I've done enough hiding. It's time to fix things.

Once I was finished getting dressed I headed out the door, my mind set on one place. Obviously she has something to do with it. I mean, I know Camille, and she doesn't randomly go crazy. Unless you bring up her parents.

One step at a time.

It seemed like too long of a drive. Way too long. I tried to distract myself, but I couldn't. Everything went back to her. She was everywhere.

This has never happened before. Even when I thought I was in love with Sabrina, she wasn't in my head all the time like Camille is, like she's been ever since that day we were forced to sit next to each other on the plane. At first she was someone who was going through the same heartbreak I was going through, someone who hated all the couples around us. Then she became so much more.

I couldn't lose her.

 I knocked on the door loudly, ready for the sight before me. But instead of seeing bright green eyes, I saw striking blue eyes that scared me. Instead of perfectly straight black hair, there was blond hair done in huge, obnoxious curls.

Instead of Camille, there was Sabrina.

"Harry!" She squealed in that fake voice of her's. "Back for more?" She winked and started to lean in for a kiss, but her lips met the palm of my hand as I pushed her head back.

"I'm looking for Camille. Is she in?" I asked, trying not to shudder at her dress that could be a shirt.

She jutted her hip out and frowned. "Why do you want that ugly bitch?"

I raised my eyebrows. "I know she's here. Let me in."

She put her arm across to prevent me inside. "I would never let that piece of shit inside my flat. Now unless you're here for me, you should leave."

I sighed in defeat. "Just tell her that-"

>>Camille's Point of View<<

"That I still love her." Harry said before turning and walking away. Sabrina closed the door behind him and turned back around, pulling her dress down so it wasn't quite as short.

I clenched my fists and stepped out from the corner I was behind so she could see me. "What the hell?"

She looked up at me, startled. "You woke up from your nap!" She said in a hurry.

"Yeah, I came down around the same time you opened the door." I took a step towards her. "Last time I checked, I wasn't an ugly bitch."

She crossed her arms. "You obviously haven't checked a mirror recently."

"You tricked me!" I screamed. "He never liked Adriene, and she never liked him! You were just trying to get him to dump me so you could have a chance!"

She clapped slowly. "You're smarter than you look. But the damage is done. You can kiss Harry goodbye. He's moved on."

I scoffed. "I heard him say he still loves me. You're the one that needs to move on!"

"He loves me!" She yelled. "I know he does!"

I sighed. "You're a sad, pathetic, little slut. Did you know that?" I turned around and started up the stairs, but something pulled me back.

I fell backwards and rolled down the stairs, landing on my back with a smirking Sabrina standing over me. Anger surged through me and I jumped to my feet. "You really wanna do this?"

She took her earrings out. "Bring it bitch!" She lunged at me, and with one swift movement I did a roundhouse kick to her head. She landed in a heap on the floor, unconscious.

"Bloody idiot." I shook my head at her as I ran into my room and started packing as fast as I could. Once all my things were collected, I ran into Sabrina's room and took all of her actually appropriate dresses and cute shoes. Hey, she owes me.

I rolled the suitcases behind me, a large smirk on my face. I put my things outside her door and went back inside, dragging her into the hallway.

I closed the door and broke my key in half, putting it next to her. Next I took her key and did the same, laughing to myself.

Good luck getting in. And she can't ask for a new one because I put the apartment under my name last week, so she would need my approval. And she can expect that flat to be for sale very soon. 

I smiled to myself as I left the building. Hey, what did she expect? After all, she made me into her. Revenge is my specialty.