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

Chapter 72 Numb

I haven't slept all night, fucking hangover. It's 10 in the morning, and my body is numb, I can't feel shit.

I was on the couch about an hour or two ago and Tori left at that time. I'm not sure why she left that early, but when she did, she glared at me.

                  Cam's P.O.V:

  "We're gonna miss you." Tori and Rachel sob into my arms.

  "I know I'll miss you both the most" I sob back.

We all wipe our tears then laugh at how terrible we look.

  "We should get your luggage in my car at least." Tori shrugs wipeing under her eyes.

  "Yeah, okay."

We all grab a bag or two and walk out into the hall.

  "Cam, dear where are you and your friends going?" Kyle's asks.

  "Oh just attempting to lift my luggage and put it in Tori's car." I nod to Tori while lugging a bag over my shoulder.

  "Oh hello Tori dear, and Rachel pleasure to see you again." Kyle nods and grabs the bags from our hands.

He lifts the bags effortlessly over his shoulder, two bags are in each hand. If Kyle was Harry's age he would be his twin, and I would've melted in his presence.

  "Where's your car, dear?" Kyle asks Tori. She points to her car that is parked in the middle of the parking lot.

We make our way to her car, Kyle places the bags into the car's trunk and back seat.

  "That'll be $5.00." Kyle stretches out his hand, smiling with deep dimples showing. "Kidding. Why don't you all come back to my place, Selena has tea boiling?" We all look at eachother.

  "Sure that would be lovely." I say.

                Harry's P.O.V:

  "Harry you used to be so much fun, what happened?" Rebecca whispers in my ear throwing herself at me, I simply roll my eyes. I for some reason don't have the strength to pull her off.

  "Yeah used to are keywords in that sentence. What are you even fucking doing here?" I came here to get piece and quiet, but no this hoe has to come.

  "Whatever, same as you needed to leave all the shit." She downs another shot, as I do the same. The hard brown liquor burning my throat, but soothing my pain...well numbing it. "We can at least talk since we are both fuckups." She shrugs.

  "Sure but don't get any ideas." She rolls her eyes but clinks her shotglass to mine.

"So your girlfriend Cam..." I shutter at her name and a pang of guilt hits me like a boulder. "How are you two?" She asks normally, I give her a look. "What? I've changed a bit...sortof." She shrugs.

  "Uh, did you see that futbol game yesterday? That was the shit." I say taking a swig of my beer before taking another shot, along with a smoke.

  "Yeah it was great, quit changing the subject." She sighs, laughing and friendly punching my shoulder.

  "I don't want to talk about her." I say flatly through my teeth.

  "Ah, gotcha." She winks. "She dumped you 'cause she saw how big your dick was and chickened out?" She laughs. "Kidding, but you two are over now?" She asks with a straight face.

  "Ha.ha.ha." My mouth in a straight line. "Something like that." I say refering to her last question.

  "Alright I won't ask why, but just know I never chickened out at how big your dick was." She says taking a shot.