happily. ⇢ camarry

three.

-lauren-

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I rose from my bed, checking my phone. It read 11:53am, with billions of messages, missed calls, and voicemails left by Camila.

Oh my god. Camila!

I rushed out of my bed and quickly got ready to run over to Camila's apartment.

I knocked frantically on the door, revealing a shirtless Harry. He looked down at me and smirked. What?!

"What brings you here?" He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms.

"Where's Camila?" I walked in.

"Hey hey hey. She's sleeping, leave her alone."

I looked at him. "Excuse me? Who are you to tell me to leave my best friend alone?"

"Well I'm Harry Styles. And you don't seem like a great best friend, you know, since you left her by herself." He raised his eyebrow.

"Shut up. You could've hung out with her, you know." I gritted my teeth.

"Ah yes, but I'm not a babysitter." He walked over to the counter. I surprised myself as I followed him.

"She's not even a year younger than you." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"And?" Just then, Camila walked down.

"Look, it's sleeping beauty." Harry smiled as he looked at Camila.

"Camila!" I breathed and rushed to hug my best friend.

Camila didn't return the hug. I felt a little upset. "Nuh uh. I'm mad at you. No. I'm pissed at you." Camila walked past me and headed toward Harry's direction.

"Camila, I'm so sorry I--"

"How could you?! You told me you'd be right back and I waited, Lauren. I waited for a very long time because I didn't want to be stuck in this stupid house with some guy, which, to point out, I've only known for a few hours and he already hates me!" She yelled. Harry looked down at Camila with a confused expression on his face.

"You think I hate you?" Harry asked.

"Just let me explain! I went back to my apartment and Dinah had made chamomile tea. I drank some and laid in bed, calling my mom. I finished and before I knew it I was passed out. I'm so sorry, please forgive me." I pleaded.

"Camila--" Harry grabbed Camila's arm but she shook it off.

"What do you want? You want me to drink spoiled milk this time? Or the floss in your trash can?" Camila shot at him.

"What?" Harry and I said in unison.

"You made her eat expired food?" I glared at Harry.

"The bananas. They were bruised....I'm sorry Camila, I'm such a--

"Idiot?" I said.

"Douche? Asshole? Yeah, I know." Camila said as she gritted her teeth.

"Camila, listen." I grabbed Camila's hands.

"Listen to what? The fact that my roommate wants to get rid of me, or the fact that my best friend ditched me? Don't waste my time with that shit, I already know!" Camila began to cry.

"Camila please--" I hugged Camila.

"Get off." Camila rubbed her eyes and stomped up the steps.

"I'm going after her." Harry marched up.