Counting Stars // Normila

19

4 weeks since she left. 

4 weeks since the nightmares returns. 

4 weeks since their first porch meeting.

The fence rattled beneath her as someone clambered onto it. Camila glanced, through heavy eyelids, to where Taylor was now perched, mere inches away from her. 

"Don't even start." Camila sighed draining the end of her beer. She'd had five now...or was it six? Not that she cared much. The shots she'd taken upon arrived had given her that much needed numbness. 

Taylor raised a hand in surrender. "I wasn't going to say anything." She assured Camila who raised an eyebrow sceptically. "What, it's the truth! As far as I was aware up until two months ago we were best friends. I'm not that fucked up to rub a breakup in your face." 

Camila rolled her eyes muttering "Right." as she turned her gaze back observing the crowd around the fire pit. 

"Why aren't you with the gang?" Taylor asked motioning toward a group huddled in a circle, which included Zayn who every so often shot a worried glance toward her, checking she was in fact still there. 

"I was earlier I just...I needed a minute to myself." Camila replied honestly, the alcohol preventing her usual verbal filter. "I get it." Taylor said and rubbed her arm supportively. Part of Camila was tempted to push her away but she chose not to. Instead she peered into her empty cup. 

"I like your hair." Taylor noted observing Camila's newly curled hair.

"I've got vodka in the truck. Want to escort me to get it?" Camila asked hopping down from the fence and then pausing while she steadied herself, completely ignoring Taylor's compliment. Taylor looked like was going to refuse the offer but at a second glance at Camila's inebriated sense she chose not to. 

"Sure." Taylor said following Camila as they strolled toward where the vehicles were parked. She felt her phone vibrate and when she checked it a message from Zayn appeared on screen. 

Don't take advantage of her right now. She's fragile. 

Taylor glanced back to the group where Zayn had his eyes fixed on both of them. Taylor shook her head and quickly replied. 

Nothing's going to happen. She's always been my friend primarily. Calm down! 

Taylor tucked her phone away and jogged to catch up with Camila who had shuffled ahead. 

Once they had reached the truck Camila found the water bottle filled with vodka under her backseat. She slammed the door shut and then climbed into the truck bed. Taylor stood silently watching her movements unsure she should step in or not. 

Camila unscrewed the cap and took a swig, grimacing when the harsh alcohol hit her throat. She glanced at Taylor and the patted the spot beside her. Taylor looked for a moment and clambered up beside her, gladly accepting a drink. 

Camila took the bottle back followed by a swig. She watched Taylor staring into space for a moment. Taylor glanced to her sensing her gaze. "What?" Camila shrugged but then leaned forward. 

Their lips collided and Taylor was stunned. 

Once her shock faded she responded moulding her mouth to Camila's, the kiss feeling familiar. She soon opened her mouth Camila's tongue roaming the area which had once been common practice. 

The bottle was dropped with a clang as Camila's body pressed against Taylor and they fell back onto the truck. Camila's hands reached up and cupped Taylor's chest and the other girl moaned into her mouth. Taylor tugged on Camila's bottom lip as they detached for a second, their heavy breathing the only sound permeating the air. Taylor noticed that Camila's cheeks were damp.