Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

46. News

Cami P.O.V.

'The consign of x is .o5 ...?' My eyes run over the stupid algebra paper that just isn't making any sense. Geometry is much easier then this bullshit they call math. Since when the hell do letters mix with numbers?

My anger is slowly burning inside me and I couldn't be more confused as I throw my notebook at the wall and huff in response to the clash of paper and wood. When did school get this hard... it was never this hard for me.

My emotion can't go further because a knock at my bedroom door breaks me out of my thoughts. I roll over, burying my face into a soft pillow on my bed.

"Go away." I groan and the door is burst open, hands gripping my feet and pulling me off to the the bed onto the floor. I look up to see my mum, a smile playing on her lips, as I blow on pieces of my hair to keep it out if my mouth.

"Dinner is served. Anne arrived an hour ago. So get you're arse up and come downstairs. Now." She clapped her hands together and scurried out of my room happily. The fuck was that?

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I don't bother to change and just push my hair back with one of my hands, my feet going as slow as they can down the stairs. I don't really care what Anne and Harry think of me, I've just simply stopped caring.

By the time my eyes land on the bottom step, I hear loud laughter coming from the dining room. 'Well they're just having a joyous time aren't they?'

I tell my subconscious to shut the hell up so the dinner will go smoothly.

The fakest smile is plastered on my face, the best I can muster, when my body walks into the room, any sense of thought drifting behind me and out the door.

"Camilla, so nice of you to join us!" Anne greeted and I just slightly waved, taking a seat next to my mum.

No eye contact was made with Harry, however he stared at me like a hawk. I shielded my eyes and picked at my peas.

I wonder how Louis is doing with shopping right now. My mind is drifting into a daydream faze, imagining him disgusted at several of the things his mum is picking out right now. Jay never had much of a fashion sense...

His laugh practically rings through my ears even though he isn't here, I can imagine it, feel it even, giving me a shiver.

Maybe I really do like Louis. Or maybe I should just take a break from boys for a while.

Yeah that's best.

"Isn't that right?"

"Uh.. what?" I turn towards my mum, ignoring every thought that just entered my mind. Every word I had just missed out on.

"You're applying to Oxford?"

"Oh yes actually. It should be fun to go to such a prestigious school next year. It opens many opportunities for me. I'll be majoring in English and Journalism, it's kind of like a gateway away from everything. I'll be independent." I smiled and explained to which Anne hung on every word.

"Wow, that's so wonderful. I don't want to seem impeccable, but are you sure you can handle that? I mean Oxford is a big deal and.." She started but I was immediately offended.

"With all due respect Ms.Styles, I can handle myself quite well." It came out rude not that it was meant to be. I immediately felt guilty afterwards.

"Well then." She awkwardly smiled and set down her fork. "I have some news myself and Marie and I wanted to tell you two at the same time, it's huge news actually." She looked at mum with hesitation.

"What is it? Get on with it." Harry rolled his eyes and his mum stood up, threading her hands together in front of her.

"The Vangov Company has just expanded in America. Lately business has been booming and there is such a high demand that they had to relocate some business associates to California. I was one of those associates." She gulped loudly, "But, this provides a door of opportunities for me. This is basically a promotion Harry. I hope you understand-"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." He said under his breath as he looked up at his mum.

"Harold, don't use that language-" She scolded him but he stood up angrily, his chair making a loud screeching sound as he pushed back.

"I don't give a fucking shit anymore mum! This has been the fifth time that we have had to move in the last two years because of your stupid fucking company! Do you have any idea how that affects me?!? I understand you're my mum and you have priorities but I'm not going to keep going through this process just to please you! We just got here a month and a half ago, heck probably more and we just got settled in! I've made friends and now you're taking that away from me? Just.. just do whatever the fuck you want." His voice was broken at the end, as his mum touched his shoulder.

"Harold-"

"Stop fucking calling me that! It's Harryyyy. With a y. Get that through your fucking skull!" He pushed her hand off his shoulder and walked straight through the kitchen door , through the living room, slamming the front door behind him as he ran into the cold night.

I looked back up at my mum rubbing Anne's shoulder soothingly.

"He just needs time Anne." She spoke and Anne broke down into tears, leaning on my mum's shoulder.

I had never seen Harry so angry like that.. not since the incident. I feel sorry for him in a way. I don't know what it's like to be in his shoes, constantly moving, letting go of friendships he's made. A person can only take so much before they break down entirely.

It was just his turn.

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