Another World

Over Again

Chapter 13- Over Again

I don't know what bugged me more, that every time I watched an interview of the boys they seemed to be doing perfectly fine, or that a certain someone, Niall, was all smiles in every interview I saw of them.

I don’t even know why I was offended.

The boys had announced their Take Me Home Tour for the states, a tour that I could have been a part of.

"Lying around watching videos of them again I see."

I looked to see Stephanie standing inside my room with a disappointed expression.

"You left them Belle,” Stephanie grimaced, plopping down on the bed beside me. “Instead of stalking them on twitter why don’t you just call them?” Her eyes cut into me conveying how much of a moron I was.

“Because…” I trailed off trying to think of an excuse.

“Exactly you don’t have any excuses Belle.”

“Do you have any clue what it’s like to be humiliated by Harry Styles on British national television Steph?” I snapped at her, wrapping my blankets around me tightly.

She sighed, running a hand through her silky long hair almost like problems concerning her best friend and pop stars were a daily thing.

“So you left because some pubescent boy threatened to spill you darkest secrets to two boys that may or may not give a shit about your past?” She arched an eyebrow, reaching over me to turn the laptop off.

Niall’s face slowly faded off the screen, his charming smile spreading warmth through me that I missed. Fuck me. I reluctantly lifted my gaze to meet hers, her dark brown eyes stared intensely at me.

“If you really loved your dream as much as you claim to love it. Fight for it Camille. You can’t run and hide forever.”

“You are right I can’t,” I groaned rolling onto my side, and pulling out my battered iPhone. “I am calling Modest.”

Niall’s POV

“Louis, you cunt! You spilt tea all over,” I growled, pulling my white tee shirt over my head. Well my white tee shirt with a giant yellow stain now. Louis smirked, placing his mug down.

“Oops,” he chuckled, hiding behind some game magazine he was reading.

“What time do we arrive in LA?” I asked nervously, rubbing my head. Ever since yesterday I had a massive headache because I knew I would be in the same city as her. Every damn interview was hell for me, and doing interviews knowing I was so close to her wouldn’t help me keep façade.

I stared out the window of the tour bus, just two more days in LA, and exactly one month and two days since she left.

How long was it until I cracked? How long would it be till this numb feeling in my chest went away?

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A/N

Poor Niall </3 

Well this is the plot and next chapter is full of new surprises! Especially when a person from Camille's past decides to make an unexpected visit to her and the boys.

Will Camille end up with Niall? Zayn? HARRY?!?! I dont know ;) jk

Here's a sneak peak to next chapter! 20 votes for an update! .x

SNEAK PEEK:  

Zayn’s POV

'I bounced on my heels eagerly waiting for Camille to leave Stephanie’s house. Paul had told me he would come pick her up so she could join us on tour again, and I couldn’t help but want to tag along.

When she stepped out the door it was like she had never left, that same breathless feeling overtook me. I felt like a fish out of water as I watched her walking towards us with a small duffel bag swinging lightly. She looked the same, high cheek bones, although maybe her hair had gotten a bit longer and curlier since I last saw her, and the same twinkling dark green eyes..........'