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Chapter 27

Damien's pov.

My leg is bouncing a mile an hour, my heart surely pounding twice as fast against the inside of my rib cage. This room feels too hot and my clothes feel too tight, my body just overall very uncomfortable. I'm doing anything and everything I can to stay calm, to stay here and not track Harry down, but it's easier said than done. 

Louis went missing nearly four hours ago, and at the three hour mark, Harry had said he knew where Louis was. Well, it's been a whole hour since then and I'm not exactly a patient person. I'm the type of person that gets shit done, that takes control of every situation and opportunity to get what I want. I want Louis home safe, and the fact that Harry hasn't informed me about anything is driving me absolutely insane.

A small hand being placed on my knee applies pressure in an attempt to bring my leg-bouncing to a halt. My eyes travel up until they're met with the golden brown that I adore so much. Cam is wearing black framed glasses - ones I've only seen him wear around the house - which I find completely adorable, kind of like a sexy secretary type of look.

"Babe, please calm down," He says softly, his eyes darting around the room to make sure nobody is listening to his affectionate words. "I'm sure Louis is fine, okay? Harry said he knows where he is, everything is alright."

"But you don't know that," I sigh heavily, placing my hand over his that still rested upon my knee. His fingers move apart, creating enough space for my longer ones to slot between his. My eyes are trained on our conjoined hands, keeping me from locking with Cam's intense gaze. "I'm just - I'm so worried, you know? Louis is my best friend, I can't let anything happen to him."

"Damien," My name rolling off of his tongue makes a shiver run down my spine. "Damien - look at me."

Slowly, I bring my gaze up until it's locked with his. "I know this is scary, but you just have to have a little faith in Harry. I know that's, like, impossible since, you know, it's Harry - but we have to."

"I just feel like it's all my fucking fault," I mumble, everybody else in the room becoming irrelevant as I keep my eyes on Cam. "I mean, I was the one who egged him on. I'm the reason he stormed off."

"No, Louis being an idiot is the reason he stormed off," Cam chuckles lightly, causing a small smile to tug at my lips. "Please don't beat yourself up over this, babe."

"You're too good to me," I mumble, my head tilting slightly to the side out of awe. My intentions when I had first met Cam was to just have sex with him, but our relationship has blossomed to something so much more. I believe that what Cam and I have is something out of a fairy tale, something so rare and unseen that it bewilders me that I am even so lucky to experience it. He's so fucking good to me, he's so absolutely amazing, and I must be the luckiest man alive if I'm able to call him mine.

"No, I'm just a good boyfriend," He grins, leaning a bit more towards me to press his forehead against mine. His cheesy sense of humor makes me break out into a beaming smile, one so big that I feel my eyes crinkle and causes my cheeks to hurt.

"And I love you so fucking much for it," I say without even giving my mind enough time to process the words. It's too soon! It's too soon! My mind screams at me. I feel like a complete idiot, letting myself get so lost in the moment like that. I clench my eyes shut so I don't have to see his horrified reaction, and I swear I can hear my heart thumping in my ears.

I feel Cam lean away from me, his forehead leaving mine and his hand slipping out from under my own. Great, My subconscious scolds, now you've gone and fucked everything up. It's completely silent now, despite Zayn and Harry's sister, Gemma, making conversation across from us - I'm not paying any attention to them whatsoever.