Another World

Nobody Compares to You

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This was six pages on Word lets hope its long enough read my A/N at the end!

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Chapter 10: Nobody Compares to You

Camille’s POV

Niall was pissed and I knew it. I tried making small talk with him but he ignored me, simply discussing the details of the interview with Zayn.

“I decided which song we should perform,” Niall began telling Zayn as we approached the studio. Zayn nodded, giving me a small smile.

“Are you nervous Camille?” Zayn asked me, sliding his fingers easily through my hand and giving me a gentle squeeze. “This is your first London studio!” He exclaimed, pulling me closer to him.

I chuckled, “You have no idea how amazing it feels.” I smiled widely at Zayn and Niall. For a split second I swear Niall’s lips twitched upwards.

“That’s good to hear Camille,” Niall said politely. We turned into a make shift salon where Harry, Louis, and Liam were already sitting in chairs waiting for me to work my magic.

“Well boys no one is going to be able to call you ugly today!” I exclaimed earning a chuckle from all of them.

“Less talk and more work,” Louis slapped my butt as I passed him. I turned, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Shut up Tommo or I’ll shave your eyebrows,” I scolded pulling my brushes out and starting with Liam since he was the easiest and didn’t fidget whenever the brushes touched his face.

I couldn’t help the smile on my face. It had been days since I’d been around the boys. Louis kept making faces at Liam to make him laugh. While Harry whined that Louis wasn’t sharing the cheetos from the buffet table.

Even Zayn and Niall were joking around picking on Harry. I locked gazes with Harry. He gave me a small smile before chucking his shoe at Zayn who dodged it skillfully tossing a pillow at Harry.

I finally understood how much this not only meant to Harry but to the boys. Together they complimented each other so well.

Louis glared at me as I brushed his face methodically.

“I hate your devil brushes,” he muttered as I worked on accentuating his cheek bones.

I smiled, that’s what I loved about Louis, he always found something to make you chuckle over.

“You are all done Lou,” I pinched his cheek snapping shut my box of makeup. He smiled shyly at me, getting up from his chair.

“Well boys it’s show time,” Louis said excitedly. “Let’s go make them regret they booked One Direction.”

“How about we tell them about the time Liam tripped and his face landed in dog maneuver,” Harry stated thoughtfully.

“Or how about we talk about the time Harry drank my pee,” Liam added.

Harry glared, punching Liam lightly. “I’ll kill you.”

I couldn’t help but feel amazed at how conversation fell so easily for them. They were groping, shoving, and teasing each other. There was no way in the world there was a group of boys this comfortable around each other.

“Watch our performance Camille,” Niall addressed me for the first time as the other boys ran down the stairs. A guy in black was motioning for Niall to follow. I nodded.

He stepped forward looking unsure, “Camille…” he smiled, “Thank you.”

For what? I thought.

Thank you for snogging Zayn? Or for Harry blaming me that I would be the reason this band broke up? I couldn’t find myself able to say anything but nod.

He smiled, blowing me a kiss before disappearing down the stairs.

I was falling for Niall Horan, and fake dating his best mate. Cupid has such perfect timing doesn’t he?”

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Harry’s POV

I couldn’t bring myself to look in the direction of Alan. We were only two minutes into the interview and he was already finding different ways to embarrass me.

Don’t you just love being me? It seemed everywhere I went everyone focused on me. I knew the lads didn’t mind much but did anyone ever stop and think the pressure it placed on me?

Sure it was handy like when Zayn wanted to go out and about or any of the lads. I would just casually go to a club, sit the whole time sipping beer, do absolutely nothing and paparazzi and update accounts on twitter would be going crazy over a few pictures.

Whenever we were asked a question the lads would look at me before continuing to answer. Like was I the manager or something?

Maybe it was why I felt so strongly about getting rid of Camille?

“So Harry we hear that there is tension between you and a certain makeup artist?” Alan starts sweetly. I feel my heart freeze as Alan pulls a video up on the big screen.

It’s a video of a week earlier where Camille was staring dumbly at Zayn’s door and I was leaning casually against the wall.

“I think the boys will be interested to watch,” Alan whispers as the video plays. I can see the way he looks apologetically at me that if it were for him the video wouldn’t be playing. The producers need ratings for the show, and an exclusive is a good way to get it.

My heart drops when the video zooms in at me going into Camille’s room. I can almost see it from Zayn and Niall’s point of view. I see me in the video I have a flirty smile and Camille rolls her eyes and lets me in.

A few minutes pass and you can hear the yelling through the door. The lads have their eyes glued to the screen. Niall and Zayn get tenser by the second.

Next I emerge from the door looking sad and punch the wall before disappearing into my room.

Next, Camille comes out with puffy eyes and walks down the hall; finally, the video has stopped. Everyone has fallen silent. I could probably hear a pen drop from the quietness in the room. I can feel the anger oozing off Zayn as he turns to meet me dead in the eye. Niall has his gaze  glued to the floor while Liam and Louis look nervously between us, they are stuck in the middle between us, as always.

“How long have you been cheating behind Zayn’s back, Harry?” Alan inquires.

Then an idea hits me. Maybe I don’t need to go to management to get rid of Camille..

I let a shock expression fall on my face, and I know Zayn will hate me but he will know it wasn’t  true, someone you weren’t dating could not cheat on you. The hate from fans though might make Camille leave for good.

“For a couple of weeks,” I mutter, clapping my hands on my face.

I am a walking dead man.

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IM SCREAMING

Who else is at Harry? Like really Styles? Wont THIS break the band apart?

HOLY SHIT WHAT WILL ZAYN SAY? WHAT WILL CAMILLE DO?

p.p.s The drama that will have you clutching at edges of your seat has begun. Get ready for steamy rated R moments, broken hearts, and broken dreams. I suggest if you cant handle it you stop reading this fan fic now ;) If you wish to continue, good, you are a strong one my darling .xx

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