Suicidal Love

Gone

Cameron's POV.

It's been one month. One month since Nash went missing. It's been hard, so I have put it in the back of my head, to the least of my worries. Well at least I have tried. I just want answers.

I woke up in my hotel room in New York City. I have been staying here because of interviews and meetings. I got up from my bed and start to put some shorts on. I heard a knock on the door. As I open it, Hayes walks in and sits on the edge of my bed.

"I think we should schedule a memorial." He barely croaks out. Out of all of us boys, he has been taking it the worst. I don't blame him, I mean, it was his brother.

"Hayes, I think we should just wait and see if he's okay and-"

"But what if he isn't okay? What if he isn't coming back Cam?" He screamed, interrupting me. I was shocked by his tone, but I loosened up quickly.

"I don't know anything more than you do. Maybe he just moved to the South to get away from it all, you know?" Hayes chuckled a little, we both knew that wasn't the case.

"He wouldn't last a day down there." Hayes said under his breath, as if I couldn't hear him. I walked up to the bathroom mirror in my room. I looked at myself, and all I could see was guilt. I only saw myself as a murderer. I couldn't bear the thought of Nash really being... dead.

"No." I said, loud enough for Hayes to hear me in the other room. I walked in and saw him sitting there, upset by answer.

"Cameron, this isn't really your decision anymore! I hope you know that!" He yelled. I sighed and looked at my feet.

My phone suddenly rang. It was the police.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Is this Mr. Cameron Dallas?"

"Yes.." I said.

"We found Nash." He bluntly replied. I was so happy, I didn't what to say.

"But..." He continued.

"He's dead."

HI GUYS SO CHRIS WAS NEVER FRIENDS WITH CAMERON IN THIS STORY JUST FYI OK BYE😊