I'm Not Sure of My Feelings For You (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello story)

Chapter 8 The Truth

Sydney and the others left to get new clothes, but I stayed home. London is beautiful, but something is missing on this trip.

Everything Harry said opened my eyes, maybe he is a screwup, but he has feelings like everyone else.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm out the door.

I knock three times on Harry's door. A man a bit taller than Harry opens the door.

  "H-hi I'm Cam. I was just looking for Harry." His height towers my 5'4 height.

  "Ah yes, I'm Kyle, Harry's father." His smile is polite and welcoming. "Harry isn't here at the moment, he left about and hour ago." His smile has been replaced with a frown. "But I do know where he is. One second please."

He leaves me for a moment but returns with a paper in hand.

"Here are the directions, but my dear be very careful there. I can't stress that enough." His eyes give me a "be cautious" look.

As I make my way through the streets of London, I occasionally ask people for directions.

With the help from random people I end up infront of a dark alleyway. Now that its 7'o clock the atmosphere is dark and creepy.

I walk slowly, and cautiously with Harry's fathers words replaying in my ears. "Be very careful..."

  "H-Harry are y-you here? Harry?"

I'm pushed onto a brick wall with a rough hand covering my mouth. My screams can't be heard from under his hand. I try to hold back my tears, but from my fear they keep falling.

  "Hey Niall she's looking for Styles."

My body is numb, and my brain has turned to mush. The guy let's me down, and I fall on my butt. A group of boys dressed in black and leather laugh at my clumsiness. I gather my knees to my chest still shaking with fear.

  "P-please..." My voice is lost in the summer breeze.

  "Shh. It's ok babe we won't hurt you...maybe."

One of them say, his hair is quiffed, and he is slightly handsome.

  "Woah! What the fuck are you boys doing!"

A deep, raspy voice shouts, I can tell its Harry. I'm even more scared that they will hurt the both of us.

  "Sorry Styles, we didn't know you knew this chick." One of them say, his voice is thick with an Irish accent.

  "Yeah? Well I'm the boss so leave her the fuck alone!"

The boss?

I lift my head to see Harry wearing a black jersey, skinny jeans, and boots. I never really took notice of Harry's tattoos and minimal amount of piercings till now. He walks over, and kneels infront of me.

  "Cam, I'm sorry are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

He turns his head to glare at them, and they all bow their heads ashamed, I assume. I shake my head as an answer.

Harry lifts me bridal style, and I hold him tighter scared that he will leave me somewhere. I bury my head, and face in his toned chest. I almost fall asleep just by listening to his heartbeat.

  "Cam, how did you find me?" His tone is soft, and music to my ears.

  "I-I" my voice is shaky, and I can't find the right words to answer his question.

  "Nevermind, they scared you to death it'll wear off soon."

As we walk through London, I start to realize that I'm falling for Harry. Not so much love, but I do know that by him holding me I don't wanna be anywhere else.

I love the ending to this chapter! if I were you just pretend Harry is holding you, I know I am:) #Camarry Please tell your beautiful friends/ Directioners about my story it would mean the world to me:P have you heard Little Me by LittleMix ugh its perfect I cried the first time :') Follow me on Twitter @/ letmalikstyles1