Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

50. Goobyes

Cami P.O.V.

Baige boxes surround the hardwood floor, seeming as if all the memories made in this house are covered. Now that all the furniture in the living room is packed away, the house seems so empty. So... foreign.

I bite my lip as soon as I hear footsteps approach me. A hand touches my shoulder, skin to skin, and my gaze meets Harry's.

"What are you doing here?" His eyes narrow, not in a meaningful way, but more curiousity. The person he last expected to see is sanding in front of him.

"Anne let me in. Can we talk before you leave? Just to get any confusion or alteration into the air, so we can solve the problem and become aquaintences? I would appreciate it greatly if you didn't leave while on bad terms." My voice comes out more adult like. From the outcome of my actions, the situation with Harry has made me feel bolder even. I feel like I've grown from this experience with him.

"Uh, yes. I have a few things I'd like to say myself. But may I ask first, why didn't you say plain goodbye to me last night? I mean you're mum did and she also said goodbye to my mum."

"My brain works in a way Harry that makes it seem like everything that you say is insignificant to me, but it's not. A real young adult deals with issues head on and I'm looking to do that." I nodded briskly and he motioned his hand to the kitchen.

"Coffee?" He asks holding up a mug.

"Uh, yes. Two creams please." I reply and he walks to the fridge, grabbing creamer from one of the shelves.

"So what exactly do you want to talk about?" He cocks his head a bit to the left and he clears his throat.

"Around a week and a half ago, we had that argument in the rain. You remember that correct?"

He nods.

"As you may know or may not, the words that you uttered hurt me very emotionally. I stayed home from school a few days, going over how my life turned into the realism drama disaster I never thought it would achieve." I merely shrugged as he set the mug in front of me, sitting in the chair across. He was about to say something but I held up a finger. "Please let me finish."

He nodded as I grasped the hot mug with both hands.

"But that's the thing. All of this certainly wasn't an achievement Harry. So much has been going on that lately I'm just forgetting who I am, or the way that my actions effect others. I'm not coming here looking for an apology, really I'm not. I just want... closure. Honestly." I close my eyes tightly, sipping the hot coffee, the burn sliding down my throat. A good type of burn.

"What do you mean? I should be the on to apologize and -" He furrows his eyebrows and I lick my lips, moistening then before speaking again.

"Every single word. Every single word you called or told me that night was the truth and still is. I've just been too blind to see it this whole time. You've... You've opened my eyes to so many things Harry. One of then has been love. I'll always love you, but I'm not in love anymore. I can tell we are now polar opposites and we were never meant to be. You've also proved things about myself that even I didn't know. Thank you for trying to protect me , but it's alternatively impossible. I'm asking for a truce Harry. I just need to know all of this is put behind us. Please." I'm practically shaking by the end of my speech and my eyes are screwed shut, afraid to look at the beautiful boy in front of me.

He'll make one girl very happy one day.

I feel a light touch to my hand on the mug and my eyes immediately open, as they stare at him.

"I need to apologize. Honestly a lot of what I said that night was out of line. Also, that day when I hit you, I never apoligized. I love you so much Cami, my mother loves you and I'm honestly so sorry Camilla. For the past month I've been trying to be someone I'm not and I think we've both learned from the mistakes. Nothing is set in stone. I'm so sorry for hitting you like I did, I'm sorry for treating you like shit, and I'm sorry for what I said. I know it'll take a long time for you to forgive and I get that, okay? So here's your closure. Id like to be friends, long distance friends that only take once in a while if that's okay with you. You don't need to apoligize because in my opinion you did nothing wrong. I'll always love you and I'll miss you with all my heart. You were my first love.." He chuckled looking at the hardwood table as my face held shock. The words he's just laid out was more then enough apology to last a lifetime.

"As you were mine." I whispered, a small blush making it's way to my cheeks as I smiled.

What if we started over?

A smile took over and my hand stuck out toward his chest. He raised an eyebrow and grasped it.

"Hi. I'm Camilla Revenege Montgomery. I'm seventeen and I live around here. I'm a pain in the ass to deal with, but people learn to love me. What's your name?" A smirk took over his features as I smiled and he rolled his eyes.

"I'm Harold Edward Styles. I'm nineteen and I'll be moving to a small town in London. I have a few anger issues, but that famous styles smirk and the charm makes all the ladies love me. Nice to meet you Ms.Montgomery." He smiled crookedly and I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him into a hug. The smell of apple cider and mint filled my senses. The scent of Harry.

I'll miss that scent.

"I'll miss you so much Haz. Text me and call me when you can okay?" I spoke into his neck, my eyes getting watery.

"Don't worry Cam. I guarantee you won't forget me." He whispered, his hand sliding over my brown locks.

"How can you forget someone that's made such a huge impact on your life?"

"That's just the thing Cam. You cant forget a figure that's been slowly seeping through your cracks and crannies, learning about you, every moment that counts. And you Camilla Revenege,"

"You're that figure."