Run (Sequel to Broken Walls)// L.T. *AU* *On Hold*

•Chapter 7: Penitence•

Enjoy the update!
-Jess x

Camilla P.O.V.

I'm gasping for air, as my hands find the white sheet beneath me, not remembering my surroundings. My heart is racing, when I see Louis sitting across from me, his head in his hands, rubbing his face.

"Where am I?" Is the first thing I blurt out and one of his eyes pop open at me, his face tired.

"My room. Are you okay?" He asks agitated, making eye contact with me. I don't answer, just looking around his room. It's already messy, with clothes tossed on the floor and a Ramones poster on the wall. "I'll take that as a yes. Do you even know what happened?"

"Yeah, I think." I furrow my eyebrows and disgust overtakes me, at what I've done.

"It's not that big of a deal Cam. You had an anxiety attack again, and there was no need for it." He rolls his eyes and stands up, leaving my mouth agape at his words. He grabs something off his dresser and hands it to me. My phone.

"It's not a joke Louis. I can't control them. They just come on and-"

"Okay, I get that. But this is Luke and I's situation. You've caused a full out war between us now. The hate has been fueled again. You slept with both of us Cam. Deal with your mistakes." He speaks before leaving his room. My thoughts are flustered as I step out of the bed, and my sock covered feet hit the carpeted floor. I follow him into the kitchen, my head a bit hazy.

"I am trying, Lou-"

"No, no your not. You brought all of this on yourself." He shakes his head and opens the fridge, my jaw practically hitting the floor.

"This is bullshit Louis. You know what, fuck you. This wouldn't of worked anyway." I spit out and cross my arms, standing as he paces around the kitchen, only a small light illuminating from the stove. It's nighttime now, I've probably been out for an hour or two.

"See, that's the problem with you Cam. You are so iritic and set on this vision you have of the world and how it works, that you don't see the reality in front of your goddamn eyes. You're always caught up in all these men and lies, and you depend on others to get you out of the shit hole. But not anymore."

"And who's fault is that! Certainly not only mine, considering the man I am most complicated and divulged into is standing before me. The nerve you even have to say that is highly amusing." My fists are clenched at my sides and I'm feet away from him now, but the blow doesn't seem to affect him.

"Highly amusing? Well I was always known to be the comical one. Would you like another laugh? Because I'd be happy to oblige." He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks, and I can't tell his emotion anymore.

He's learned how to put up his wall well.

And that's when I snap.

"You are so passive aggressive! Act like an adult for once in your pubescent life style Louis, and look around you! This is the reality of life and I understand that, but you take everything as a joke. You only feel emotion when your mind decides for you, not you." This conversation has lead to a even bigger concept, someplace we've never visited before. My tone has lowered and I'm pointing my finger into his chest. "You only care about me when there is someone else involved. I'm not a prize Louis. I'm a human being. You are a narcissistic little arsehole who can't deal with me trying to handle the world on my own. Deal with it. Because guess what? I came here on my own without you. You think I need you? There's a joke for me to laugh at Louis. Take a bow. I've got myself now, and that's all I need."

Once I'm done with my rant, my teeth are clenched and his eyes have turned a darker shade of blue. His eyes are glossy and he gulps, not saying a word. I begin to back away and raise my hands in defense.