Fake (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

"Cameron! Honey get up!" I hear my mom call. I sit up suddenly. I look around my room, trying to figure out if I'm still dreaming. I pull my sweaty hair off of my neck and onto my shoulder. "Cameron!" My mom's voice gets louder. I sit on my bed in shock. There is no way that could have been a dream. The pain, the feeling, it was so real. I slowly get out of bed and get ready for the day. Every once in a while I'll pinch myself just to be sure I'm not dreaming. When I'm finish getting dressed I go downstairs where my mom is sitting at the kitchen counter.

"Mom what day of the week is it?" I ask, walking to the medicine cabinet to get an asprin. My head still hurts.

"Wednesday. Honey do you feel alright you don't look that great?" My mom studies my face for any signs of sickness, pressing the back of her hand to my forehead. I must look pretty bad because she cringes every once in a while.

"I just had the worst dream. But it was so real mom I don't understand." I explain my dream to her leaving out the gory details of the crash. She listens and nods every once in a while.

"Well darling, dreams can be very scary. They'll play tricks on your mind, they can feel pretty real if you let them." This soothes my worries slightly, but something still feels off.

"Maybe you're right. Well I'll just head to school then. Joshua should be here to pick me up soon." I turn around to face the door, lingering in case my mom notices I missed something, part of our morning ritual.

"Alright go on, grab a breakfast bar or something." She calls. I turn and snatch a strawberry nutrition bar off the counter and head outside. Joshua is in his dads' blue chevy truck when I run outside. "Joshua! Are you alright?" I get in the car out of breath. Joshua hates when I get dramatic.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I explain my dream and the realness of it all while pausing to take bites of my breakfast bar. Once I've finished we've pulled up to shcool. Joshua puts the car in park and grabs his stuff.

"So you're saying, you had a very realistic dream and I should be worried?" We make our way towards school. He makes me feel so childish for being so worried. I was hoping he would be more supportive and understanding. I guess it's not that big of a deal, but he could be less douchey about it.

"Well when you say it like that yes. It was just real, too real feeling that I don't think it was just a dream." I know I sound crazy, but there's really nothing else I think I could say. I toss the trash from my breakfast into the trashcan in front of the school.

"Well let's talk about it after school. I've gotta get to class now." He responds flatly, staring straight ahead, his mind occupied by something else.

"Okay." I sigh pulling my backpack over my shoulder and head towards history. He seems off today. Closed off and distant, like he has too much on his mind.

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On Wednesdays after school Joshua has basketball practice, so my mom comes and gets me from school. I stand on the sidewalk in the carpool area looking for my moms car. I repeatedly kick my foot into the ground scuffing my red converse.

"Carmen?" I spin around and see one of Joshua's teamates behind me, Richard or something. He's tall with a muscular build and short scruffy hair.

"Um, hey. How are you?" I ask politely, ignoring the fact he said Carmen and not Cameron.

"Good. I'm good. Um I was wondering if you knew why Joshua wasn't at practice on Monday?"

"Isn't practice right now?" I ask confused. He can't drive me home because he has practice.

"No practice is during our P.E. and it's supposed to be today and tomorrow. I thought Josh might've told  you that?" No, what I know is that I don't have a ride home from school because practice is after school. I also know that Joshua hates being called Josh.

"No I guess I didn't. Um sorry I don't know." Would he lie to me? We've always been honest before.

"Well thanks anyway!" He yells and takes off running toward the parking lot. I spot my moms minivan pull into the schools parking lot. When she pulls up and I get in the car and throw my backpack into the back seat. I will never understand why my mom bought a minivan when she only has one child. She claims she wanted one, but seriously, who want's a minivan? "Hey mom, did you know that basketball practice is during P.E. if you're on the team?" I ask from the passenger seat.

"No I thought it was after school. Isn't that why Joshua can't drive you home?" Well that's what I thought too but no.

"That's what I thought. But a guy on the team with him said it was during school hours." This doesn't make any sense. It doesn't fit in the puzzle.

"Well why would Joshua lie to you?" My mom asks the question that's been on my mind since I got in the car. She asks it like I might be exagerating my stories, which I probably am.

"I have no idea." Come on, I've known him since the second grade. And I can tell he's acting strange.

{Hey! Please comment what you think and if you don't like it how I could make it improve. This is a Harry Styles fanfiction but he won't be here until a few more chapters. I am going to try to update at least once a week. Thank you!}