The bestfriend (Cameron Dallas)(boyxboy)

1.7

Cameron's POV

"WHAT!?" I screamed at Eva shaking her shoulders in the process.

"Yeah Ethan broke up with him last week, I though you knew" she said.

"NO! Oh my god he hates me! That's the only logical explanation why he didn't tell me!" I cried passing back and forth.

"He doesn't hate you, and he technically didn't tell me. The day after the brake up I went to his house to see if he wanted to hang, and then I just found him on his bed with a big fluffy blanket wrapped around him with a big container of chocolate ice cream, while binge watching friends" she laughed.

"I need to go!" I yelled while running down to my car and speeding off to Harry's house. I rapidly walked up to the front door and banged on the door. The door flew open revealing his father. I cleared my throat and stood up straight.

"Hello Sir, is your son home" I asked my voice stern and my body tense.

"Hello Cameron..please fix my baby boy, he's really in the blues. And I'm scared he might not get better, I would fix the problem my self but my wife took my gun" he sighs running his hands through his hair frustratedly.

"Don't worry Sir, I got him" I replied back and nodded my head and ran straight the stairs.

I walked over to his bedroom door and moved the door knob but it stood still. Meaning it's locked.

"Harry open the door" I softly said knocking on the door.

"No! Just leave me here to die!" He cried throwing something at the door.

"Baby boy it's me Cameron...talk to me" I whispered resting my forehead against the door.

I heard small footsteps approaching the door and the door creaked open traveling Harry in a state I never wanna see him. Messy-knotty hair, baggy eyes, tear stains, piercing red eyes, a big fluffy blanket covering his small frame, flushed cheeks, red nose, just sadness grapes in his eyes.

Is it still bad that I still think he's the most cutest creature on this planet.

I softly pouted my eyes near tears. I opened my eyes for a big bear hug. He sniffled and ran to my arms dropping the blanket on the floor. I quickly tightened my grip on him and nuzzled my head into his neck. He griped my shirt and cried into it. I picked him up bridal style, closed the door with my foot. I walked over to his bed and laid him down gently, I scurried over and grabbed the blanket from the door and turned back to see him sniffling and curled up in a ball. I sighed and laid down in bed with him bringing him to my side. Once we were comfortable I covered us in the big fluffy blanket.

He cuddled up next to me his head laying on my chest soft sniffles being heard in the room.

I rested my hand of his lower waist and squeezed him.

"Tell me what happened baby" I whispered softly.

"I-I can't" he sniffed hiding his face.

"Yes you can, don't be scared" I told him massaging his hair.

"No" he cried moving away from me and curled up in a ball.

I moved closer to him and wrapped both of my arms around his waist as my chest hit his back. I softly kissed his neck and rubbed small circles with my thumb on his lower waist.

"Cameron am I g-good e-enough" Harry sniffled. I quickly sat up and brought Harry and force my sat him on my lap.

"Did Ethan say you weren't good enough! Tell me what the hell happened!!" I sternly said clenching my jaw and flexed.

"Umm....well last week was our anniversary, so he took me to a fancy restaurant. A-And we have had an amazing time"

"Long story short we had sex then he told me it was basically all a lie, he never loved me, I was just his toy, I-I just wasn't good e-enough" he cried and wrapped his arms around my neck tightly and cried.

I quickly wrapped my arms sound his waist and pulled him closer while placing soft kisses on his neck.

"Am I that bad, was I not good enough. Gosh I ruin everything!" He cried clenching on to my shirt.

"Don't you every fucking say that" I told him bringing his face to look directly at mine.

"But h-"

"Fuck him, he's a bitch. You are the most AMAZING god damn person in the world...your cute, funny, smart, and so fucking sexy"

"If he can't see that then he doesn't deserve you. He doesn't deserve your love, he doesn't deserve your heart"

"Any guy will be lucky to have you" our eyes locked and gripped his sides rubbing them. I don't know but for some reason they fit perfectly there.

"He's out there searching for your love, or possibly your man can be sitting right in front of you" he brought his hands down to my now drenched shirt and gripped it.

"Don't cry about him no more okay....I hate seeing you cry, and I hate seeing you in so much pain" I told him as a small tear fell from his eye.

"I love you Cameron" he says hugging me again.

I sighed and nuzzled my head into his neck.

"I love you more"