Framed

Video Two.

"Obsession is the single most wasteful human activity, because with an obsession you keep coming back and back to the same question and never get an answer." 

 - Norman Mailer

"Hey Camila."

[Clearly, as evidenced by the video, it's Niall again. He's wearing a wrinkled hawaiian tee and some white Bermuda shorts. This time, his hands aren't tapping on the desk, but passing a folded note back and forth between his hands as he glances at the camera.]

"We went out for ice cream yesterday. Your mom was waiting in the car and wouldn't let me give you a ride. I don't know why she's so overprotective, and when I asked, you said it was because your family was Latin. Cuban and Mexican, specifically. I don't get why you said that, but I had a good time."

[For a moment, his eyes (which are now bloodshot) seem to stare beyond the grainy laptop camera, and there is a rustle of movement as he adjusts himself in his swivel chair. It seems as if there's something on his wall, and he's looking at it. A poster of sorts, or perhaps a picture he took, since there is a polaroid hanging on the wall behind him.]

"I didn't sleep last night, after you touched my hand and went home. I keep thinking about it. Your skin is so smooth."

[He takes a deep breath, and once it's realized that he hasn't slept, you can truly see how darkened the shadows under his eyes have gotten, showing that it's more than just one night that he's gone without sleep.]

"I found a poem that reminded me of you. I'm going to read it to you now, and it's really - it's really cliche but I just see you in this way, ever since we met."

[He proceeds to unfold the paper, and with trembling hands, he reads aloud the poem printed on it, Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare. Despite the fact that he stutters all the way through, he smiles when he's done, as if he's satisfied himself with his rendition of the reading.]

"I've read some things, and I was doing my summer reading and in the poem - I saw you, Camila Cabello. You were called Karla when you were in Miami, and I keep wondering what changed - I like Camila better anyways. I think - I think I'll try to write something for you, if you don't mind. And maybe - if I show it to you one day, it'll start helping you see me in the way - that way that I see you."

[The phone rings. He checks the caller ID and scowls.]

"It's Selena Gomez. She likes me, apparently. That's what Shawn told me, but don't you worry, I don't have feelings for her, none at all. She's not you. But I have to take this. Bye for now, Camila - I hope your eyes are as bright as they always are when I see you again."

[He picks up the phone]

"Hello?"

[He taps the button on his laptop, and the keyboard blacks out again.]