Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 27

The song for this chapter is Let Her Go by Passenger(:

(Caution: Graphic sex scenes.  View at your own risk!)

*One month later*

*Camille's POV*

"Rita!"

"What?"

"Stop doing that!"

"Doing what?"

"Pulling the clothes out of my suitcase!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"But I don't want you to go!" she cried and plopped face-down on my bed.

"That doesn't mean you have to keep taking stuff out of my bags," I tsked.

"Yes it does," she whined.

"Rita…"  It grew silent as I stared blankly at my suitcase.  She didn't respond for a few minutes, so I continued packing by myself.

"Alright," she spoke into my pillow.  "I'm sorry.  You invited me over to help, not complain."

"I understand why you are."

"Yeah, but it was mean of me.  I'm here to help now."  She sat up and offered a small smile.  I felt my lips turn upward at her attempts.

I threw a stack of clothes at her to fold as we sat cross-legged on my bed with the luggage between us.  Rita played music on her phone and we sang along as we folded and stacked the apparel on top of each other.  The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy came on and it didn't take long for us to abandon our work to belt out the chorus.  We sang with extreme confidence, not caring if we missed a note or two.  In fact, we started laughing about halfway through the song and had to pause it.

Once we came down from our laugher, her smile slowly faded into a small frown.  "Don't give me that look," I warned as her eyes filled with tears.  She did as I said and looked away as silence quickly filled the space.

"Oh, hon… come here," I said and she quickly wrapped her arms around me as she hugged me and cried.

"I'm just gonna miss this," she said through her tears.  "I like it when we do stupid things like sing badly."  I chuckled and hugged her a little closer.  "And what am I gonna do if Nate gives me trouble and I want to kick his arse.  Who do I go to then?"

"Babe, you can still call me.  I have a phone that I always keep with me."

"It's not the same," she sobbed.  "And what if I'm bored some day and want to do nothing but watch movies with my best friend?  Who do I have a Harry Potter marathon with then?"

I patted her back and sulked.  "I… I don't know," I admitted.  "I'm sorry, but I don't know.  We'll figure something out.  It'll all work out somehow."

"I'm sorry.  You said not to make you feel bad, and here I am crying into your shoulder and coming up with ridiculous scenarios in which I might need you in the future."

"It's okay," I said honestly.  "It was mean of me to expect you'd be perfectly content with me leaving."

"I forgive you," she said and we laughed.  She wiped her eyes and checked the time on her phone.  "It's almost six.  Zayn's gonna be here any minute," she sniffed.