Once more? : Cameron Dallas

Chapter 8

After finishing a movie I decided I should talk to Cameron now. I'm not even sure what I should say.

"Cameron?" My voice is weak as my eyes adjust to the dark room. I hear him shift in the bed.

"I'm sorry" he says wrapping his arms around me.

"I was being a bitch about everything." I admit. "I hate fighting with you"

"Let's just go to bed, and tomorrow we will go look at our apartment" he kisses my head.

•••

The apartment is amazing. The living room is lined with a few built in book shelfs, the kitchen is perfect, the bathroom is a bit cozy but it should do. The bedrooms are quite big. Cameron seems to like it, and it's a good deal.

"That concludes the tour, do you need a minute to make a decision" the middle aged lady, who is way to perky questions.

"Yes please" I smile. She leaves us in the living room.

"What do you think?" Cameron asks pulling me into him.

"I love it, and could definitely see us living here" I rest my head on his chest.

"Good, so we will get it" he rubs my back and releases me.

We get our keys and she tells us we can move in anytime. I haven't even started packing anything at Nash's up.

We leave and head home, and let Mady and Nash know the news. They both seem excited and happy for us. I call Harry and let him and Louis know.

"Okay, so I have boxes and bags already out" Cameron says when I walk into our mess of a room.

I start pulling out clothes and folding them into boxes and Putting hangers into a separate box. I fold our blankets, sheets, and pillow cases into another box. I put our pictures, clocks, and little random things into another box.

Mostly everything is put up in bags or boxes. We got a moving van and Cameron and Nash start putting our bed, dresser, boxes and bags into it.

They drive it over and I follow in my car. It takes them around an hour to get everything upstairs and set up.

"Allison!" A guy with a camera runs up to me. I shut the back of the van and turn away, but he grabs my arm.

"Get off of me!" I yell as he yanks me around. Nash and Cameron run out and push him away. by now a group of camera flashes has surrounded us.

We push through the small crowd and make our way to the elevator. Cameron's face is red and anger rushes over him. I haven't seen him like this. His eyes are a darker shade and he isn't saying anything.

Nash looks at him and then me and shakes his head. Warning me not to do anything. I obliged and keep my distance. He leads off the elevator and into the apartment. His fists are in balls and his Knuckles are white.

He's pacing back and forth, he approaches the brick wall, pulls back his fist, and slams it against it. I gasp and go to rush toward him but Nash holds me back. Cameron groans and slams the door causing me to jump.

"Listen, when he's like this don't go near him. He has anger issues in the first place. I don't think he will ever hurt you, or you wouldn't be here. But he's dangerous when he's mad or upset" Nash explains.

"Okay" I breathe.

•••

Hours pass and Cameron still hasn't gotten back. I've unpacked our clothes, and made our bed. I got our pictures hung up and the cable was set up before we moved in.