Fake (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17

THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END IS VERY IMPORTANT. Tomorrow is Friday, that’s all I can think when I pull into the driveway in my aunts car. It’s been a long, tiring week and I don’t think I can handle much more. I’m exhausted and emotionally drained.

I trudge up the stairs and take off the little makeup I have on. I change into sweatpants and pull my hair into a ponytail. My hair is way too thick to be put into a bun without looking like there’s a beehive on my head. 

“Cameron! Cameron are you home?” I hear my aunt call from downstairs. She must’ve just gotten home.

“Yeah I’m upstairs!” She’s been carpooling with a neighbor that works next to her pharmacy. I feel guilty taking her car when she doesn’t have another option but it is nice.

“Oh hello Cameron. How was work?” She walks into the room, still wearing her nametag. 

“Good, I’m just really tired.” I collapse face first onto the bed.

“I can tell. You left a trail of your things up here. Your purse is at the door, you shoes on the stairs, and your jacket in the hallway. Why don’t you take a nap, I need to talk to you about something when you wake up.” She pats my legs before leaving the room.

I am anxious about whatever it is she wants to talk about but I don’t have the energy to worry. I pass out almost immediately on the soft, comfortable sheets.

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“Cameron, sweetie can you hear me?” My moms voice sounds so distant I can barely here it.

“Yeah mom. What’re you doing here?” I speak but there’s no sound. I speak louder, nothing. I scream and scream but nothing works. I can’t even move. I lay here still and voiceless. I can’t open my eyes. I do not have any control of my body. My mother starts crying but I can barely hear her.

“Mom, don’t cry.” I know there’s no use. She can’t hear me. I want to wrap my arms around her and tell her everything’s okay. But I can’t even move, I’m trapped inside myself.

“It’ll be okay Cameron. You’ll be fine.” I here something like a chair dragged across the floor and I assume my mother has sat down next to me. I might be in a bed or something. I can’t exactly feel anything but I assume she is holding my hand. “I love you Cameron.”

Her voice cracks and I lose it. I cry too. But I can’t move. We’re both sitting here and crying but I’m not making any noise. She buries her head in her hands and cries hard. I can’t see but I can picture it, and the sight is pitiful. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m probably in a hospital and my mother is here. But I can sense someone else is here. Someone that isn’t suppose to be here. “Dad? Is that you?” 

“Honey, we should go.” I hear him walk over to where my mother and I are.

“No!” My mother shakes and I can’t help but sob. I can hear myself crying in my mind even though I’m not physically crying. Why is my dad here and alive? What is going on?