Fame and Fate

Camila's POV

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I sat on the toilet seat rubbing my fingers through my hair nervously, biting my lip.

"Breathe .. just breathe..." I said to myself knowing that convincing myself out loud wasn't doing me any justice.

I got up and walked over to the mirror studying my face, mostly to distract myself from the mind-rattling thoughts of the first day of high school, but also to see what else I can do to my face to make it less punchable and more likable.

"First day of school HAD to be on freshman friday huh?.." I said to myself, once again out loud. "Harry isn't a freshman..." I continued, "He'll protect me," I smiled. "I hope..." My body suddenly switching from day dreaming about Harry protecting me and being under his guard to my nerves kickboxing and flipping all around my body.

Thats when it happened. Great. The 'nervous-vomit', I call it.

I ran over to the toilet again puking up last nights dinner. "What was last nights dinner?", I thought looking down into the toilet instantly regretting doing so. "Ah... chicken and rice... typical..." I mumbled turning my head away from the toilet.

dun dun dun

A swift knock on the door echoed the large bathroom. "Come in," I instinctively shouted.

"Hey, it's me are you almost re-", Harry stood in the doorway pausing mid-sentence, "are you okay?" Harry asked slowly closing the door behind him with an worried expression on his face.

"Y-y-yes, um, why wouldn't I be?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant.

Harry took a couple slow steps towards me, hesitating a bit with his hands, but eventually signaled me that I had something on my face by swiping his fingers on his chin. "You have, a bit of something.. on your," Harry spoke slowly.

I stared at him for a few seconds in confusion trailing my face, soon hitting a moist spot on my chin realizing what it was in a panic.

fuck

"Oh," I said maybe a bit too loud. So much for nonchalant. "I, uh,.." I trailed off nervously flushing the toilet.

"Nervous?" He asked obviously knowing the answer. Not only because the sticky evidence was splattered on my chin and remained in the toilet, but because Harry knew me all too well. I hate it.

"Yeah, um-" I cut myself off by clearing my throat and walked over to the sink to wash my face, "how'd you get in anyway?" I asked with a tone of defeat and curiosity. I leaned over the sink and began to wash my face.

great it took me 20 minutes to get this makeup on. great.

Harry moved over to the tub slowly sitting taking seat.

Everyhing about that boy is slow. Hes adorable.

"Your mum let me in", he leaned forward on his his kneese and nodded his head towards the door. "Shes brewing some tea and coffee too, she sent me upstairs to check on you.." He finished with a smile.

I felt my face flush under the water because I can feel his smile and hear it at the end of his sentence.

I popped my head back out of the water and Harry handed me a towel.

"Thank you," I mumbled into the damp towel. He didnt answer.

I looked up from my towel to see him standing there with a serious face. It seemed as if he was studying my face. I blushed again.