Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 15

"Cammie! Answer me! Why are you all at the hospital? What the hell happened?!" Liam shouted into the phone so loud that I winced. Danielle noticed and gestured for me to hand her the phone, which I did.

"Liam, you need to calm down," Danielle chided, walking out of Harry's hospital room to carry on her conversation with Liam.

Silence fell upon our group once again, and I decided to take a little nap in the room. It had been a long day. I tucked my legs under my butt and cuddled my head into the armrest of the chair I was sitting in. Niall looked over at me and smiled before walking over. He took one of his hands and moved some stray hairs out of my face. "You look tired, Cammie." All I could do was nod. "You go to sleep. I'll wake you if something exciting happens," Niall said, chuckling towards the end.

I nodded again and closed my head, instantly falling asleep.

***Dream***

"Gateway Theatre presents SHAKESPEARE'S ROMEO AND JULIET!!" the announcer bellowed. The audience clapped and the curtains slowly rose, revealing an Italian marketplace. Two men were already on stage, talking about the house of Capulet. Suddenly two more men entered from the side; Montague's servants. Before I knew it, the big fight had started.

"Cameron, come here. I have to fix your makeup before your first scene!" my make up artist yelled at me as I watched the fight from backstage. I shuffled towards her in my dress and she fixed my braid, moving it to the side so she could apply lip gloss.

"Cameron, you're on in ten minutes," a stage director told me, leading the woman playing Lady Capulet and the woman playing the Nurse to the side of the stage where they would enter. I nodded and my make up artist smiled at me before hugging me gently.

"Break a leg out there, Cameron."

The first scene went well, and we were know in the middle of the ball where Romeo and Juliet met for the first time. I waltzed around the stage with Paris, the man who liked Juliet. We danced and then it came time to meet Romeo. Romeo gave his little speech as he held my hand, and then came the time for me to look at my love interest. As I turned my head, my eyes met a pair of beautiful blue eyes, and the corners of my mouth peaked up into a smile.

***End Dream***

"Cameron? Cammie, wake up," a voice whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes to see Liam smiling gently at me. "Hey."

"Hi," I whispered, still asleep a little.

"The doctor said visiting hours are over. We have to go home, but we can come back tomorrow to see Harry," Liam said, speaking in a tone that would use to speak to a five year old.

I nodded and gestured for him to carry me. Liam turned around and nodded at someone behind him. "Zayn, mate, could you carry Cam? I have to carry all these papers the hospital gave me."

My heart raced faster and I fought the urge to scream at my brother. I did not want Zayn carrying me in any way, shape, or form! Before I could even remotely argue, a pair of strong arms picked me up and held me bridal style. I tried desperately to calm my breathing. Zayn, my former bully in high school, was holding me.

We all walked to the van, fighting to push past some stalkerish fans and a few paparazzi. Great, pictures. Of me. Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen. Liam and Danielle led the group to the van, trying to make a pathway for the rest of us. Niall went next, followed by Zayn and me, and then Louis. One of the fans managed to reach out and she tugged my hair. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

Memories of school flooded my mind when the fan pulled my hair. That was a common punishment I received from my bullies. Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes as I squeezed them even tighter together.

"Hey!!! Stop that! You're hurting her!" a Doncaster accent called out. I felt Zayn stop walking, and fingers pried the girl's hands out of my hair. Zayn started walking again, faster than before. Before I knew it, we were in the van, and I was gently being laid on the seat. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

"What happened?" Niall's Irish accent asked, his voice filling the silence of the van.

"Some fan pulled her hair," Zayn answered. I could almost see the scowl etched on his face. Why, though? Why does he care? He used to do the same thing to me a year ago. 

"I love our fans, but why are the so crazy sometimes?" Liam asked quietly.

I felt fingers start to play with my hair, running through the strands and instantly calming me. I just now realized that my head was resting in someone's lap while I "slept." As the fingers were playing with my hair, a few more fingers gently stroked my cheek.

I figured I should "wake up" now, seeing as the boys were running out of things to say. For some reason, I didn't like it when these boys were quiet. It felt weird.

I fluttered my eyes open and shifted a little bit to let the boys know I was "waking up."

My eyes were fully open now, and I blinked a few times to get used to the light. The first thing my eyes saw though, was a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

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I know. This is wayyyyy late and it's kind of rushed. But my laptop was about to die. And I'm going on a mini vacation tomorrow to a waterpark and then an island shaped like a peanut, so I wanted to update before that.

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