Harry's Pov:
Today were the AMAs and a few days before, the girls went back to America, being that they were done promoting their EP. We had all enjoyed spending time with each other and we've gotten really close as the time progressed.
We were going to perform at the AMAs, singing one of our new songs, "Story of my life."
We've been told that Rihanna, Ariana Grande, and loads of other people were performing and we were nominated tonight.
I was ecstatic, but before the award shows, I've been called to the office in which I didn't know the matter of.
I quickly drove to my management's building and sat on a waiting chair. I began to wonder why the other boys weren't called in.
Then a lady walked in.
"Mr.Styles?" She looked at me. "Their ready for you."
I nodded.
"Follow me." She said sternly, while leading me into the office.
There was a man sitting in the leather plush chair, reciprocal to Simon's, with a name tag that said "John."
"Greetings Harry." John said.
"Hello sir." I replied politely, wanting to make a good first impression.
"No, Just call me John." He spoke.
I nodded.
"John, why did you call me here?" I asked, rather quickly.
"Oh, I heard that you and Camila are dating." John said, his smile fading away.
I nodded.
"I can't wait to see her." I said, happily.
"Harry, the real reason I called you here is because you need to break up with Camila." His voice was slowly faltering.
"No." I simply replied, getting up from my seat and walking towards the door.
"You have to." John said, raising his voice.
I turned back to him and walked closer.
"Or what?" I asked angrily.
"Or... You're out of the band." John yelled. "Now, sit back down so I can explain." John said, calming down.
I sat down, my arms crossed.
"The reason that I want you to break up with Camila is that she has been getting a lot of hate ever since these photos got out." John said, while handing me the photo of me and Camila kissing at the airport when they went back to America.
"Where did you get this?" I asked, frustrated.
"It Doesn't matter where I got this. What matters is that it's out and if you and Camila date, this would just ruin you and Camilas' life." John said.
"Since when do you care about my life, or even Camila's life?" I asked angrily, walking straight towards the door.
"Ever since I found out that Camila is my niece." John yelled.
I instantly turned to face him.
"Your Camila's uncle?" I yelled with confusion.
He nodded.
"I was put up for adoption when I was about three by my parents because they didn't want a child. After they realized that they made a huge mistake, I had moved in with another family and I was happy. Recently, my parents that had adopted me died in a car accident, so I went to find my birth family. I finally found them and I got to spend some time with Camila. I don't want her getting hurt." John spoke.
"I'm sorry." I said. I really felt bad for John, so I decided to do what I thought was right.
"Ok, I'll break up with her." I said, a tear escaping my eye.
"Thank you." John said. "Oh, and one more thing. You need to date Taylor Swift." John said, quickly walking out the door.
"I need to do what?" I yelled, following him.
"You heard me. There are a lot of people that ship Haylor." He said, sighing.
"I hate Taylor, she's a-"
"Ahem."
I then realized that Taylor was sitting right there, glaring at me.
"Oh. Hello." I said, forcing a smile.
"What is she doing here?" I mouthed to John.
John just shrugged and walked back to his office.
"Hey Harry." Taylor said.
Taylor and I used to be friends but she turned into such a brat.
I groaned.
I kept on wondering how I was going to break up with Camila. I really like her and I didn't want to break her heart. I shortly after, realized what I had to do.
*EDITED CHAPTER
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Story Of Our Lives // Camarry FanFic
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