Another World

Tell me a Lie

A/N

Usually I don’t like placing Author Notes at the beginning of a story but I felt too mean making you guys wait until Sunday so here it is, Chapter 8, Enjoy!

-         Seshi xo

Chapter 8: Tell me a Lie

Camille's POV

The throbbing pain in my head was making it really hard for me to fall asleep again. I could hear the sound of someone scurrying around the room.

Popping one eye open I saw Niall grabbing towels and cleaning up what looked like a pike stain.

I groaned, "Please don't tell me you're cleaning up my puke..." My voice made Niall jumped in the air giving me a sheepish smile.

"I think we should keep you away from alcohol Cami. At one point I thought you were puking your intestines out," he smirked, grabbing the towels and tossing them in the bin. 

I frowned realizing I was still in my dress from last night. Niall was dressed in a dark blue v neck and denim jeans, boy did he make me feel like crap.

He approached the bed, sitting by my feet frowning.

"You think too much Cami," he pouted. 

I rolled my eyes ignoring his comment. "What's on the schedule for today?"

"Today is our day off," he smiled widely. "And since you owe me for last night..." 

His words made me blush. God, I was a pervert.

"... I thought maybe we could hang out?" He finished.

I smiled widely, "Sounds like a plan but here in Seattle it's always raining so please tell me we are doing something indoors." I begged him with my eyes. I owned maybe like one sweater and hopefully with my first paycheck I could buy myself some clothes.

Niall chuckled, "How are you planning on surviving London? It's ten times colder there."

"Well hopefully by then I'll have a couple of sweaters," I said softly, staring at the bed sheets.

I could feel Niall gaze burning a hole through my head. I hated how he could see how broken I was. Was I that transparent?

Feeling brave, I glanced up at him. His eyes looked sad as he glanced over my face.

"Hurry up and get ready," Niall gave me a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

I nodded, bunching up my dress and heading out of his room without a second glance.

I was definitely too aware of him. Damn you Niall.

"Ouch," I yelped as I crashed into something hard. A tattooed arm reached out to steady me.

"Are you alright Camille?" Zayn asked huskily. He had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept at all. His eyes pierced through me almost like he was reading me, trying to see how I'd react towards him.

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly tracing the dark circles under his eyes with my thumb. He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds before breaking into one of the most genuine smiles I have ever seen on him.

"I am doing amazing," he hugged me. 

"You reek Camille," he scrunched his nose, feigning disgust. "Jeez Cam I think we clean up better than you," he added teasingly, poking my side.

I gave him my best sour look, "Oh shut up."

I started walking around him to head to my room when his hand touched my shoulder softly.