By Your Side (Cameron Dallas fanfic)

Chapter 11

Camerons's POV

I haven't talked to her for the last week and now that I'm with her, I have the chance to finally do what I have been daydreaming about everyday since we were at the hospital. I stare at her lips as I lean in. I feel her small hands on my chest, pushing me back. Wait...what? She definitely wants to; I could feel the magnetic force pulling me to her from a mile away!

"I'm sorry," she looks down at her hands, "I think I'm with Daren."

Ouch.

"What do you mean by "you think" you're with him?" I ask, needing a merciful answer.

"It's all very confusing, I just don't know if-" she's cutoff by her very drunk mother, stumbling into the house.

"Oo, look what we have here," Mrs. Dawn giggles, "did you have fun tonight?" she winks.

"We came home a little early," explains Mr. Dawn, "you know, being that she's in the state that she's in," he adoringly smiles at his wife, "Well, I'm going to go put your mother to bed. Goodnight, kids," he disappears into their bedroom.

"It's getting late," I scratch the back of my neck out of habit.

"Yeah," Maddie agrees, "I'll see you around," she practically pushes me out the door, without letting me grab my dignity first.

Maddie's POV

I dramatically slide down the door after I close it behind Cameron. I sit on the floor and try to stop the rambling thoughts uncontrollably running through my head. Please, I pray, just let me get through one night with sleep.

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I look at my complexion in the mirror as I brush my teeth. The dark circles under my eyes haven't been this visible since the actual incident that caused my insomnia. I put on an old pair of gray sweatpants and wear a plain black jacket that covers my scars. Now, I know how that sounds, but don't jump to conclusions too quickly; I just might surprise you.

The phone rings.

"Maddie? Is that you?" I hear Daren's voice on the other end of the call.

"Hey," I sound so weak.

"Are you okay, Maddie? Are you having the dreams, again?" His voice is full of concern. Should I lie? Yes. He doesn't need anymore stress and I certainly don't want to be the one to put it on his selfless character.

"No, I'm just tired," did I forget to mention that I'm a terrible liar?

"Maddie, I'm only going to ask you one more time. Are you having the dreams again? Don't lie to me this time." He knows me so well. Perhaps, too well.

I let out a breath that I've been holding in since he asked the question, "They're getting worse... and so is the insomnia."

"Don't worry, I'll be out of this damn hospital in a couple days. I'll come to your house first thing. I promise. We can get through this. Together."

Together.

Together?