I heard the door bang. Checking the time, I saw that it was 1 am. I rub my eyes awake from a peaceful sleep. Who the hell would be here at this hour? I curse and slowly slide out of bed. Walking to the door, I look out of the peephole into the hall.
Cameron, my very good friend since as long as I can remember, was knocking on the door. He wore running shorts and a green sweatshirt. His Birkenstocks were paired with patterned socks.
"(Y/N) let me in. Come on. I'm cold out here." He glanced both ways and knocked again.
"Cameron what the fuck? Why are you here it's one in the morning." I stammer as he closes the door behind him. I sit on the couch and look at him for an answer.
"Because, I just needed someone to talk with that's all. I just am so done with Evelin. I can't handle her snotty remarks and her stupid drama that she always brings home. I just want to break up." His hands rest on his face and he sighs.
"It's okay. Just break up with her. Do it now." I say as I rub the small of his back.
A couple years back, I tried to break Cameron up with Evelin because I was so in love with him. We ended up not being friends for a while but now we're perfectly normal. These feelings have been pushed to the back of my mind and I never bring them up, scared to get attached again. "Why are you talking to me about this? I mean I did try and break you guys up once before." I say and stare at the floor. My cold feet swaying on the floor boards.
"I don't know. Because you're my best friend. I know you'll always be here." He smiled and brushed the hair out of his flushed face.
"Cameron, I'm sorry this turned out the way it did." I half smile and get up to go to the kitchen. "Do you want a beer or anything?" I ask opening up the fridge.
"Uh yeah. Any is fine." I hear the strain in his voice as he shuffles to the bathroom. "I'll be right back" he calls.
"Okay I'll be waiting." I set down the beers and pop open a fresh package of popcorn from the top cabinet. I then added M&M's to the bowl and grabbed the beers, heading to the couch. My apartment isn't very big. I mean, I am just in college. I hear footsteps rising as Cameron approaches the couch and sits right next to me, grabbing a blanket and putting it over the two of us.
"Thanks." I smile and grab the remote. "What do you want to watch?" I ask scrolling through all the bought movies.
"I was thinking we could just talk. If you want to." He turns to face me, legs crossed with a beer between his legs.
"Yeah of course. There's always time for a good talk." I reach over my head to grab my phone to see what time it is. 1:24 am. Great. I have school tomorrow but I wouldn't miss a moment with Cameron.
"There's a lot to talk about. I don't know. What do you want to talk about?" He asks. What was there to talk about? Many things. Why weren't we together? Why is he dating Evelin? What's the future going to look like? Why is he really here? Why'd I let him in?
So many things that I could've asked but all I can say is, "when do you realize you love someone?"
"When they turn you into a happy soul. When they flip the switch without sometimes even knowing it. When all you can think about is them. When you first and last thoughts are them. I don't know that's how I feel." He pauses and looks around the room. "Now I'm going to ask you a question. Why are we just friends?"
"Wh- what? Why? Because you're dating Evelin that's why. I don't know." I stutter.
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After many questions and many bottles of beer for Cameron, he eventually is laying on my lap looking up at the ceiling with his drunken eyes. His hair is knotty and poofy and all over the place. His strong body is covered in the blue throw blanket. And his hand rests on my thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles.
I look at him and he stares back.
"I think I want to kiss you." He whispers, leaning closer and closer.
"Cam-" he kisses me. A kiss that sends sparks through my body. Making me moan into his mouth.
"Cameron," I back up "I can't do this. I-"
"Why not. We both know that you want it."
Because I have a boyfriend." I whisper.
His mouth drops open. And he rubs his eyes.
"What? I- (Y/N), I, no. No this isn't fair. I, fuck I just want to be with you." He's close to tears. And I sigh and turn away.
"Cameron. I would love to do everything to you. Trust me. I'm sorry. But I can't do that to Harry."
"Harry? Harry from your work Harry?"
"Yes..."
"I- I need to go. I'll see you later."
"Cameron! Please we can talk about this." He didn't turn back. Next thing I know he's driving away into the night.
