Hummingbird | Sequel to Butterfly [A Harry Styles Fanfiction] {Book 2}

Chapter 24: Up In Flames

~PART 3~

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Cami's POV: 

The light shining through my window was too bright and Finn's breathing next to me was too loud. I hadn't been so intensely hungover since I had still lived in Newport and I quickly came to remember why I had tried to rid myself of the bad habit to drink until someone had to stop me. I had been doing so well since I moved, but everything last night was all just too much and it had sent me spiraling into the Cami I tried to leave behind. I managed to hold things together even after Harry had left, but with my mother, Harry and Sean forced into one night, it was bound to go up in flames.

Memories from last night flashed through my pounding brain and I couldn't help but groan at the recollection of my aunt's face when she found me drunk at an event we had both worked tirelessly to organize. Finn flinched at the volume of my groan and jumped down from my bed and onto the floor. I struggled to raise my head and see where he was going as my eyes began adjusting to the bright light.

Clearly I had been too intoxicated to close the blinds before I passed out.

It took me longer than usual to gage my surroundings and I barely noticed that I was still in last nights dress, a full face of makeup and without brushed teeth. When I finally managed to get myself upright I heard my ringtone sound from somewhere on the floor. I had half a mind to stand up and get it, but before I could do anything other than get to my feet, I felt my stomach churn and I somehow managed to make a run to the bathroom. I spent a few moments over the toilet, upchucking the burning liquid that caused all of this in the first place. When I finally felt my stomach settle, I laid against the cold tile floor and wondered how everything had gone from being so good, to so, so bad.

It began and ended with Harry. It was becoming embarrassing that he had such an effect on me even when we weren't together. It was like the connection we had could never die and I was really beginning to resent it. At the beginning it was all fun and games, but when things between us began getting more serious, it all seemed to go to s.hit. The closer we became, the more the universe seemed to want us apart. Whether it was from my actions or his, whenever it seemed like we were over, we somehow always found a way back to each other, only to be ripped apart by something worse than the time before. We had never had a steady period in our relationship that stuck for long enough and I was questioning what that really said about us as I remained practically comatose by the toilet.  

The coolness of the floor was comforting on my searing skin, but the annoying sound of my cellphone ringing kept me from laying there any longer. I had already heard it ring three times in a row since I had woke up and knew it must have been Eloise calling, ready to rip me a new one after my behaviour last night.

I struggled to stand to my feet and used the wall to support myself as I slowly walked back into my bedroom. My phone was now ringing for the fourth time and I was honestly afraid of what my aunt was about to say to me. I took a deep breath and struggled as I bent down and flipped it over from the floor, just missing the call, but it was Charli instead of Eloise. As my screen notified me of the missed call, it also showed over a hundred previous missed calls from both her and Caleb over the course of the night, not to mention countless text messages insisting I call one of them immediately. I felt my chest grow painfully tight and felt my fingers shake as I redialled Charli's number.

Something was really, really wrong.

I felt my heart beat faster with every second that passed and by the second ring, I thought I might be sick again. It was almost a relief when I had finally heard the line click on the other end just before the third ring sounded.