Lost in Dallas [COMPLETED]

36. (Part One)

I've been writing a lot in Cameron's POV because it's easier idk i love his character so don't complain y'all. Don't be a ghost reader, please. By the way, i've decided to end this story so, there's probably just 3 or 4 chapters left. Enjoy this one. It's short but hey!

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CAMERON

A week has passed and there's no sign of Ade. Been calling her like crazy, the call going straight to voicemail. I showed up to her house few days ago but her mother said she wasn't home. Tried to talk to her brother and still, nothing. She could've told me she was mad, or hurt. I know i took this decision without thinking about her but still, i care, and she knows it. I'm leaving in a few hours. The tours starts in two days, first stop in New York. New York has always been the city i've wanted to move and settle in. Don't know why. Everything there is such a rush yet it's amazing. Even without realizing i find myself thinking about the big city. I think the fact i have never moved —or stayed there for most than two weeks is that, when i moved from Chino to Los Angeles, it was difficult, even though it was nearly an hour of distance. Of course, i moved back to Chino after a year of living with Nash, right after MagCon ended. I think the tour on the US started on New York because of me, even though the dates were already settled even before i decided to go with the guys. Maybe they were hoping of me for me to change my mind, who knew. Taylor already packed his thing as the organized freak he is. I was right in front of my bed, packing all my clothes as Jaxx shakes his tale around and jumps on me as a sign he wants to go play or most likely he's hungry. 'Not now Jaxx', I groan. He makes a weird noise and plops down on my bed watching me with those big sad puppy eyes. 'I'm gonna take him for a walk', said Taylor playfully and i nodded. They left my room, Taylor with an smile on his face —because he loves my dog too much, and Jaxx shaking his tale as if it was Christmas. Jaxx was the weirdest dog, it was nearly 8pm and he wanted a walk. Now. At night. When he should be sleeping or something. Luckily for us, the neighborhood is safe and Taylor can walk him with the fear or getting robbed or so. Then i remembered to thank my sister for taking care of Jaxx while i was away. I should probably get her those chocolates she likes so much.

'It's done', i said to myself. Four suitcases full of, what seemed to be, all my clothes. Literally, all of them. As i stood there watching the four suitcases placed in my beg with, of course, my mind somewhere else, Nash came into my room. I didn't even realized he was here, probably Taylor opened the door for him when he left with Jaxx.

'Hey man', Nash says. As the night rolled down, we spoke non-stop. About the tour, about the cities and countries we're visiting. About a lot of things, really. I was having a really good time until he popped the question. 'Have you talked to her?', Nash asked. I closed my eyes abruptly as if the question was stuck in my chest with a knife —and really it felt like it. 'No, i haven't.. You?'. Because clearly it seemed he was more friend of hers that mine when I left to Indiana, but whatever really. He shook his head 'no', and i sighed. 'Well, it's fine, whatever really'. 'Camer-'. 'No', i cut him off, 'i don't wanna talk about it. Please, just let it be'. He signed, stood up from my bed and patting my back, he left. As if i didn't knew better, i took my car keys and decided to go visit her once again. I know i shouldn't, his brother made it clear she didn't wanted to see me —and clearly neither does he. It feels ike we are in the same damn place we were before i left L.A. to Indiana. It feels like we're dancing in circles, running behind each other, to see which is the first to grab one another. It feels so ridiculous. But i've called her, i went to her damn house... She's the one who's refusing to see me. Why i keep pushing something it seemed she ended? Did she really thought i'd stop my whole life for her? 'Oh Cameron, don't be silly', my inner self thought. 'You already did. She's used to you putting her first and when you didn't, well she got sightly mad or hurt'. It's true, it's true. I've always putting her first... Maybe it's the time for her to put me first now.

As i was lying down in my bed scrolling through my Twitter and tweeting some fans back, Taylor came in with a towel around his neck, probably meaning he just got a shower. 'Me and the boys are going to a club down The Valley. Are you up to it?'. My first thought was to say 'no' but before i could think it through i said yes. 'Good, get ready', said Taylor leaving my room once again.

I got into the show, the cold water running through my body as i cleaned myself with liquid soap. I started singing or mumbling, don't know for sure. My voice echoing in the walls as the water soaks into my skin. I close my eyes, fading into my own thoughts. As my hair got soaked in water, a flashback danced in my mind as if waiting for it to come out.

Flashback

'Babe, babe, come, le'ts go to bed', I said as her hair fell onto her shoulders and she smiled as if I was her favorite person. I didn't knew about her, but she was my favorite person in the whole world indeed. 'I'm only going to bed if you make love to me', she said, showing that smile that made me incredibly crazy. 'Fine then', I said grabbing her by the waist, making her jump so I can carry her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her lips on my neck. As I carried upstairs, a moaned escaped my mouth as soon as she bit my ear; she knows that drives me insanely crazy. When we got into the second floor, the shirt she was wearing was already on the floor and I was greeted by the lovely surprise she wasn't wearing any underwear. God damn, I thought, this girl will drive me crazy. Little did I knew she made me crazy already.

As soon as we got into the room, I dropped her in the bed, me on top of her. Her body melted with mine as if both of us were made exactly for each other. I kissed her neck, licking her skin knowing that drives her crazy. Her hands met my back, her nails gripped in my skin as my tongue went from her neck down her breasts. She arched her back when the tip of my tongue played in circles with her nipple. 'Cam, don't' tease', she said between breaths. 'Don't rush it baby', was the last thing I said before I took her left breast in my mouth and twirled her right nipple with my fingers. The grip her fingers had on my hair tightened, her moans filling the room as the sweet melody it is. As soon as her right nipple was hard, my hand traveled down to her thighs, as I massaged them softly. My tongue stopped its actions and I crashed my mouth into hers. Hard. My tongue touched her lower lip asking for entrance which she granted. Our tongues fought in dominance, making her moan in my mouth which made my body very responsive. 'I want you, now', she said, her tone filled with authority. 'As you wish', I mumbled, my lips softly pressed to hers. I took my boxers and threw them somewhere in the bedroom, took a condom from the night stand and wrapped it in my member. I pressed my lips with her, this time kissing her as softly as I could while I buried my length inside her. When the tip met her entrance, a moan escaped her mouth and her nails were buried in my skin once again. When I was already in, our eyes met; her eyes filled with lust, desire and love. 'God, I love this woman', I thought before cupping her cheek with my hand as I pushed myself on her in and out. At first my pace was soft, but a few minutes later my pace became faster and harder.

Her voice cracked when she came against me, her back arched and my name came out of her mouth as the sweetest melody ever listened. It wasn't but a few seconds later that my released came as my body fell on the side of the bed, pulling her to my chest. Our chest were moving rapidly, both of trying to gain our breaths and a sight of energy back. 'I love you', she said, her fingers tracing circles on my bare chest. 'And I love you', I said kissing the top of her head. I took the condom out, dropping it in the little trash can next to the bed. And before either of us could say something else, we dazed into our sleep, our fingers tangled together.

My eyes opens wide and my hands go to cover my member when the shower curtain is ripped back. Taylor stood there not even flinching. I felt how, from a second to now my blood started to boil. 'What the fuck Taylor?!', I yell at him. Still, not even flinching. He's looking straight to my eyes with that creepy looks he gives me when he has to say something unpleasant. 'What's wrong?', my voice came slightly soft this time. He sighed and said,

'She's here. Downstairs'.