Around the campfire [h.s au] {RECONSTRUCTION}

V: Snogging strangers...

Hey there, just a short chapter for now because I'm a British girl living in the middle of a heat wave right now and my brain isn't working at the minute:-(

The next chapter will be up soon, hopefully on Sunday but I'm not making any promises because I am a horrible person but at least I'm going to apologise in advanced...

So, here it is, I'm a sorry for always being behind with updates and messing up the whole book and reconstructing the whole thing (except the general storyline) and, if I'm honest, I don't have an explanation- I'm just very sorry and I want you lovely readers to know that I love you all.

Harry and Olivia edit in the sidebar/above❤️

I hope you enjoy this chapter❤️

"I dare you to," she started, tapping her chin mockingly whilst pretending to conjure up a new dare- although she and I both know that she had already made her mind up- "make-out with Harry!"

Oh god!

Dear, sweet, inviting ground, please swallow me whole and save me from this torment!

Not that kissing Harry would be torment for any normal person but, for me, it would cause emotional breakdown- which I'm certainly not ready for.

I feel like my whole body is on fire right now, everyone is whistling and cheering; this is so embarrassing and I feel like I want to combust, right on the spot, and haunt Paige for the rest of her life!

Words cannot describe how confused and angry I am at the minute- not even at Paige, but at myself!

I would have just done it and just shrugged it off before the incident. However, right now, I feel like crawling into a closed off corner in the woods and letting an eternal sleep take over my body.

You see, normally I wouldn't mind a dare like this but Harry is new and I don't know how he feels about it snogging strangers.

Okay, that was a huge lie. The thing is, I haven't kissed any guy since it happened so I'm freaking out a bit.

I know that Paige is just trying to help- so are the twins- but they all need to realise that I'm just not ready to move on like they have.

The memories are still too fresh in my mind and, every time I close my eyes, all I can see is his face smirking above me.

Oh dear God! Here come the flashbacks. I need to get out of here, preferably before I have a major meltdown in front of everybody.

Instead of processing what I'm doing or where I'm going, my body decides to get up, turn away from the campfire and run.

Away from Paige,
away from Harry
and away from the memories.

Of course, I know that I cannot escape the disturbing memories that plague my mind, but that doesn't stop my brain from trying.

I hear everyone question what I'm doing and where I'm going and, to be honest, I am wondering the same thing but I still don't dare to look back.

I hear Paige calling after me but I don't dare to look back.

I hear the twins shout my name, but I don't dare to look back.

Over all of the noise I hear footsteps behind, coming towards me at a fast pace, but I still don't dare to look back.

I just keep increasing my speed and run further into the forest, being consumed by the darkness as I get further from the fire.

This is one of the times I'm grateful that my dad made me join the cross country team at school...

I am suddenly cut out of my thought train when a large hand clamps down on my arm- fairly gently- and spins me around; I come face to face with the source of such an unexpected stop.

All I can make out, in this light, is his silhouette but I instantly know who it is: the tall, slim build; the too-tight-jeans; the unruly mop of curls...

Harry.

What I don't know is why he is here.

Does he really want to do the kiss that badly? I mean, I thought he would be a bit of a dare devil but I didn't expect he would go this far to fulfil such a seemingly irrelevant dare.

"Harry?" I ask skeptically, a little shocked- and rather embarrassed- at this point, to say the least.

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to get you to kiss me!" Harry proclaims, waving his hands through the air in a defensive manor.

How charming!

"I'm just confused, do you really hate me that much already? I mean, I know I knocked you over but I honestly thought you found it funny?" He says quizzically, rather than stating it, whilst nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"Erm-I-uh... Oh, you know what, forget it! It's none of your business anyway! Just stay away from me." I snap, feeling the anger build up inside of me.

I spin on my heel and start walking in the opposite direction, toward the toilets.

He clearly doesn't care if I'm okay, he just wants to snoop.

This is all one big joke to him and I'm sick and tired of it all! I just need se time, alone, to think for myself.

Being back here really wasn't the best idea, I understand that now, and I'm beginning to wish that I had just listened to my dad and missed it out again this year.

I guess there's no going back now but I at least need to clear my head before going back to the fire.

That's all I need, just some time to myself- without Harry, or any of the others, trying to ask me what's wrong.

So... Olivia is appearing more and more broken as we go along, isn't she?

What do you think happened to her? Leave your suggestions in the comments bc I love hearing what people think❤️

Again, sorry for the length of this and how late in the day it is:-(

Bye hunni's

Charlotte, x