to the stars (Camren titanic AU)

4."Chanch?" "Chancho, my nickname for you."

Camila's pov

"I am deeply sorry, Camila." – I heard Harry say from the doorway. After the events of that night, I wanted nothing more than get some sleep and rest properly, but by the looks of it my plans were going to be delayed. I had no desire of speaking to Harry, my anger towards him and everyone in general had not faded yet, but if I ignored his words for the sixth time that night he was going to start crying, I could see it in his already watering eyes. My annoyance was still present, making itself clear as I spoke, but I could not bear seeing someone cry, especially because of me.

"We'll speak in the morning, Harry."

"I won't be able to sleep properly, Camila. This will keep me up all night."

"A well-deserved punishment for keeping such an important piece of information from me."

"And I am really sorry about that! I-I just did not know how to say it...And thought you were going to get all like...well, like this."

"Well, what did you expect, Harry? I'm not going to see my family anymore, Shawn, my little sister! She is going to go insane on her own; she will have to spend most of her time with my mother. My mother, of all people! She might end up in a mental institution for all I know! And I will have to go live in a place, with a name I do not even know the spelling of yet, to be somebody's wife for the rest of my life! And I'm barely seventeen years old! How would you feel?!"

"Well...It's Newark. N-E-W-"

"Goodbye, Harry." – I said, pushing him out and attempting to close the door.

"Camila, no, please. Wait." – He sighed, pushing the door open. My arms didn't put up a fight to keep it closed, there was no energy left in my body for said action – "I know it must be extremely frustrating. I cannot even begin to understand what you are really feeling, since I am not in the receiving end for the worse part of this agreement. But I-I really think you are beautiful, and smart and funny. And I wish this could be perfect and I promise I will do everything I can to try and make it perfect. I will pay for all the train tickets for your sister to come and visit-"

"Harry..."

"And if there aren't any railroads connecting Miami and Newark then I will build one. With my own hands if you'd like. You can travel anywhere you want. You can go to College or run my family's business with me. You won't be just somebody's wife, Camila. I promise. There's nothing I couldn't give you. There's nothing I'd deny you. Just please...Open your heart to me, Camila."

He had taken my hand into his, gripping it tightly, nervously. I could feel his palms sweating above mine. The expression in his face showed nothing more but desperation and adoration towards me. I felt pressured and an uncomfortable under his firm gaze, and wanted nothing but to head to bed and forget all the happenings from that day. And Harry wasn't leaving until he heard he was forgiven, so I did what it takes to make him leave.

I saw shawn standing awkwardly in the doorway waiting for Harry to leave. He had wittnessed this whole scene. He shed a sympathetic look for Harry.

With a fake smile I took his hand into mine and kissed his knuckles, intertwining our fingers together – "Everything is fine, Harry. I feel better now."

"You do?" – Asked Harry, a goofy smile appearing on his features, falling for my previously rehearsed mask.

"I do. I appreciate your kind words, Harry. Thank you. But, if you excuse me, it is late and I am very tired."

"Oh-Y-Yes, of course. Goodnight, Camila." – He said, not moving from his spot, as if waiting for something else to happen. A kiss, I figured. But I could not bring myself to lean in and kiss him.