[The date is the day before the start of school, the day before Camila and Lauren meet for the first time. Niall is at his laptop again, recording a video, wearing a white t-shirt and boxers. There's a bit of scruff on his chin, showing the lack of his own self-care for the sake of his obsession. He's not standing, instead still seated in his chair, and starts speaking.]
"Hi Camila. You told me your friends called you Mila. But if I'm more than a friend, what do I get to call you? Tomorrow's the first day of school. I texted you and told you that if you needed any help getting around, to just let me know, and I'd help... do anything for you. Anything to see the light flicker in your eyes. Anything to make you smile."
[He sits there in silence, fidgeting with everything - his fingers are rapidly tapping the wooden desk, viewers can hear his feet trembling and stepping on the floor, perhaps just to make up for the absence of noise in the room.]
"I hope you do ask me for help. Because if you do, it would make things so much easier for me. For you. For all of us. I don't want to think of an alternative."
[His feet stop tapping on the floor, he forces his hands to stay still, although they're very obviously trembling. He folds them, in a sort of prayer hands position, and presses them against the table, to stop the shaking.]
"I love you."
[More silence. There's a bead of sweat running down his forehead.]
"Bye for now, Mila. I'll see you tomorrow, I hope. I really do hope so. I don't think I can go any longer without seeing your eyes, and your lips...curved in a grin. Maybe you'll be happy to see me."
[He wrenches one shaking hand free from the other, and uses it to turn the screen camera off. Once again, all fades to black.]
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Framed
Fanfiction*Nominated for Best Camren Fic at the Harmos* *Official Camren Gem* Believe it or not, Lauren Jauregui was actually looking forward to her junior year. She had her friends, her Head Editor spot for the school literary magazine, and the chance at rom...
