Shutter ➳ Camren

Chapter Fifteen

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I half dragged, half carried Camila upstairs to our room since my beautiful girlfriend doesn't have the remaining strength to climb the stairs. I have my arm around her waist and her arms hang on my neck to keep herself upright. I have difficulty because I was a bit buzzed myself, Luke's mix definitely could knock me out if I take just three more shots of it.

We reached our door and I had to steady Camila against the wall to open the knob then I pull her inside. I gently sat her down on the edge of the bed and she just slumps her body on the mattress, mumbling incoherently to herself. I hover over her.

"Babe, I'll just check on the rest downstairs alright? Harry's got a handful of drunks down there."

Camila looks up unsteadily at me. "Lolo stay," she says and I smile. Drunk Camila's probably the most adorable of them all.

"I won't be long I'm-" she cuts me off by raising her hand and pulled on the back of my neck and kisses me. The kiss was demanding and within seconds, I was breathless. She releases me and slumps her head back on the bed. "Whoa, okay I guess that's a yes. Be right back."

Harry's helping Luke to his feet when I get downstairs. "Where's Louis?" I ask him and take one side of Luke.

"Tucked him in already," Harry answers.

"How about Niall?" I ask her, glancing at Niall already passed out on the sofa.

"It'll be better if we won't wake him anymore. Let's get Luke up, he doesn't have a place to sleep here."

So we carry a passed out Luke to the last guest room. While Harry puta him in bed, I go downstairs to put a blanket over Niall and closed the lights in the living room.

When I went back up, Harry's closing the door on Luke's room. "Is Camila alright?" he asked me as I open the door.

"Yeah, just drunk."

He peeks into our room and smirks. "I'll leave you to it then. Louis might have snuck in a few drinks himself, I have one like that to take care of too."

I say goodnight to Harry and close the door. I sit on the edge of the bed and saw Camila's still awake. I smile at her and push the hair out her face. "Hey, you okay?"

She blinks slowly and licks her lips. "Yeah," she croaks.

"You're drunk," I said. She quirks her eyebrows and I thought she would give me a sarcastic answer but she just nods.

"I really am."

"You want to get in the shower?" I asked her.

She slowly shook her head but stopped midway, it probably triggered something awful because she scrunched her face. She sat up slowly and I helped her. "Get me out of these clothes, it's like I'm in fucking hell."

I leaned her against the bed post and removed her shirt off, leaving her singlet and shorts. Camila meant the whole thing though because she started taking her singlet off too. I helped her take her shorts off and pushed her discarded clothes off the bed. She reached on her back to unhook her bra but it's too much for my intoxicated brain.

"Why don't you leave that on?"

She stopped fumbling with her back and looked at me. "Why?"

"Because," I said pointedly. Her confusion turns into mischief.

"You don't like what you see?" she asked with a lopsided grin. Camila gets very playful in bed when she's drunk.

"I do actually. Maybe too much."