Hide and Seek (not continuing)

Chapter 6 - Small Talk

*edited*

[Harry.]

Camille looked at me questionably, “You say it like I should know her?”, she said. I didn’t know if I should be surprised or grateful that she has never heard of Kendall. I decided it was a good thing. Most people didn’t seem to like her that much – including the vast majority of our fanbase –, so maybe Camille could finally give me the objective opinion I needed.

“I just thought it was possible that you’ve heard of her? She’s a model and a half sister of Kim Kardashian and she often appears in that family show they have.” I tried giving her some more information, because she’d need it if she wanted to understand the problems Kendall and I were having.

I saw Camille thinking for a moment, then she nodded. “Yeah, I do remember some reality show. But it’s not my cup of tea, I’ve never seen it. I don’t understand why people would display their private lives like that.”

Ok, maybe her opinion wouldn’t be as objective as I thought it would be; but at least hers was leaning towards mine. 

“That’s exactly where the problem lays.” I said to her. She looked up at me, tilting her head slightly, meaning for me to explain it further. It was kind of weird actually, I was about to talk to a girl I’ve only known for a few hours about my complicated ‘relationship’ with Kendall. I’ve not even talked to the other boys about this. We usually don’t share that much about our girlfriends. I almost brought it up to Gemma last week, but her opinion was biased so I already knew what she’d say. I hoped Camille was not as negative about Kendall as Gemma, my sister, was. Gemma wasn’t very fond of her but she hasn’t quite told me why.

“I’m actually looking for an objective opinion.” I said to Camille.

She nodded “And I’ll try to give you that. I don’t know this Kendall girl, which means she gets the benefit of the doubt.” Wow, if only more people were like Camille. This judgmental world we live in could truly learn some lessons from this girl.

“Ok,” I started and sighed heavily, but Camille immediately picked up on that. “Are you sure you want to talk about it?” she asked, “because I’d totally understand it if you don’t want to tell this to a stranger. After all, we don’t know each other. Right?” Camille was right, but I felt comfortable around her. And I hoped that if I shared something with her, she’d share something with me. I had a feeling there were many things she was hiding, and I couldn’t help but wanting to know what it all was. She intrigued me somehow, and I couldn’t quite tell why.

“Why are you so concerned about me having problems with telling you?” I asked her. This was new to me, normally everyone wanted to know every single thing about me, pushing me until they got an answer. But Camille is different, and I am really glad she is.

“Because,” she replied “that is something that I wouldn’t do. You know, just talk to anybody about personal stuff.” Anybody? If she only knew I haven’t talked about this to anyone. I find it quite hard to talk to people about things that are bothering me. So usually I pretend like there isn’t anything wrong. But lately, the pile of problems, rumours, pressure, … was towering high above me. It formed a shadow over me and eventually I couldn’t see anything else but that pile and the darkness that came with it. Slowly the good in things were fading and I needed to escape. I needed to breathe again, and just sitting here with Camille made me able to do that again. But then on the other side, Camille sometimes looked like she wasn’t breathing at all. What was it that she was so scared of?

She reached over to the coffee table and took her mug of hot chocolate to take a sip. I wondered if I should go on with my story or not. I wanted to tell, I wanted her to help me and I wanted to help her with whatever it was that was making her act strange from time to time. But she said she won’t tell anything to somebody she didn’t know. Then we needed to do something about that.