Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

4. Dinner

Cami's P.O.V.

I slide on the black leggings and walk over to the mirror. This is definetly not revealing, its classy. I had also changed into my white tank top and blue blazer, along with my black Vans. I slide my hair out of my rubber band and push it back with a white hairband, so it stays out of my face. I breath deeply, applying some lipgloss, mascara, and concealer. Done, finally.

I turn around in search of my phone and see it lighting up on my bed. I retrieve it and see that I have seven new messages. I never have this many since freshman year, so they're probably from Harry or family. I click on the message icon, and suprisingly, all seven are from Louis. I click on his name, preparing for what he might say.

'From Louis, 3:14 - What the hell are you thinking?!?

'From Louis, 3:21 - Camilla, why would you get in the car, when I clearly told you not to?!?'

'From Louis, 4:03 - Why aren't you answering? Are you okay?'

'From Louis, 4:18 - Cami, please answer, I'm sorry.'

Sorry about what?

'From Louis, 5:07 - Cami did Harry hurt you? I swear if he touches you...'

I don't understand... Louis never cared if someone hurt me. I've been hurt by him before, and Harry would never do what he did.

'From Louis, 5:24 - Something happened to you didn't?!? Cami, please answer me, please. I'm so stupid for not stopping you getting into that car...'

He stupid? Why does he fucking care if something happened? He's hurt me so many times, he shouldn't care.

'From Louis, 5:42 - We need to talk. '

That last message, scared me a bit. 'We need to talk.' That could mean a lot of things. He would threaten and order me to stop hanging out with Harry... or it. oils mean- no. It could never mean that. He doesn't give a shit about me, nor would he EVER like me.

"Camilla, dear, the Styles are here!" I hear my mother call me from downstairs and I close the messages from Louis and slide my phone into my blazer. I straighten my outfit and walk down the hallway, onto the spiraling staircase. I look into the living room once I'm at the bottom.

My mother and Anne were making conversation with smiles on thier faces, while Harry was sitting on the couch, his back facing me, playing mindlessly on his phone. I quietly snuck up in him and threw my arms around his neck.

"Boo!" I shouted, rather loudly, startling both our mums, and making Harry drop his phone. They went back to their conversation and Harry shot me a death glare.

"Not funny." He told me , rolling his eyes. He reached down to retrieve his phone from the floor and I plopped down onto the couch next to him, laughing.

"It was to me." I shrugged, smiling wide. I seriously havent smiled this much in forever or laughed and Harry made this happen. Already one day we've known eachother, and were closer then anyone.

"Haha , very funny." He chuckled, rolling his eyes again. I turned more on the couch and sat criss cross facing him. He mimicked me and did the same. I looked him up and down and noticed he had just changed into a navy blue blazer with the sleeves rolled up, and he had the same white tee and black skinny jeans, but the black skinny jeans were now more loose and he had on the same Converses.

"You clean up well Styles." I complimented , winking. He just laughed and placed his phone on the coffee table.

"And as do you Montgomery." He winked, making a motion towards me with his hands. I blushed a bit and rubbed my arm in awkwardness. I'm pretty sure Harry can make any girl swoon.