Story Of Our Lives // Camarry FanFic

Chapter 42

A/N: Hey,wonderful people of the internet. Can y'all be nice and follow my fanpage for me? The username is @littlexharmony. If y'all follow me, I will literally love you forever. Anyways, Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I know what y'all are thinking. Excuses, Excuses, Excuses. I'm either busy or lazy. Mostly lazy, but anyways, let's just jump into it. I hope you enjoy this update. Love y'all to pieces. Bye.

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Camila's Pov

        I shut my eyes, in frustration due to the lack of sleep that I've received during this flight. We still had about two and a half hours left to go and I don't think I'll survive. I keep on imagining, or in Lauren's words, hallucinating that Harry is here. Everytime I open my eyes, after about a minute's sleep, I imagine that it's Harry's masculine body that I am resting on and not a vanilla-colored drag pillow that the airline provided us with. I continuously clutch onto the pillow and wrap my frail arms around it, thinking that it's Harry's bare chest instead of the pillow, or shall I say, cushion. It was netherless, comfortable and nothing compared to Harry's fit body. I don't even know why I keep imagining that it's him. I wish I could just have some clarification to prove that Harry's not on this plane. That's what my brain and heart, want. Some part of me, wishes that Harry was on this flight, but reality snapped me out of it, just like how a hungry seafood eater snaps its crab legs.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I heard a feminine voice, call out to me.

I opened my eyes.

"Yes?" I said, in realization that it's the flight attendant.

"Would you like a refreshment?" She asked me.

"Some coffee, please?"

She nodded, and proceeded to get the coffee mug, out of the cart that she was hauling through the aisle way.

        It gave me some time to examine her. She had a circular, baby bump visible due to the tight, yet long flight attendant uniform. She had her blong hair, in a tight bun and had on a red cap, that matched her hankerchief and tight body skirt. She had a youthful, yet tired face.

"Excuse me, if you don't mind me asking. How far along are you?" I asked, politely and silently prayed that she was actually pregnant and not just bloated.

"3 months." She said, grinning at me. "Here's your coffee, ma'am."

I gladly, took the white mug that consisted of the light brown liquid that I desperately needed. It also, had a foam-shaped heart that was made out of cream.

I looked at the flight attendant and grinned at her.

"You look like you have something that's on your mind." She said, smiling at me.

I nodded, and took a sip of my coffee.

"Sweetie, I know this may sound strange and all, but if you ever need advice, just give me a call on my cell." She said, handing me her cell number.

I gave her a questioning look.

"I'm a counselor, when I'm not a flight attendant, of course." She explained.

I nodded, and gave her a small smile.

"Thanks." I said, and took another sip of my coffee.

"No problem, sweetie." She said, and rolled the cart forward, but not before saying this. "By the way, my name's Mae."

"Camila." I said, not really corresponding to what just happened.

She nodded, and walked away, confronting the next passenger.

I stared down, at the card that I was given by Mae.

Does she really think that I need a counselor? Here's the bigger question. Do I need one?

        I shook my head, and proceeded to sip the caffeinated drink, that will hopefully, stop these Harry hallucinations. I have concluded that, the lack of sleep is the cause of my paranoia. And fortunately, the hallucinations did stop. But the coffee, didn't stop me, from missing Harry. I miss Harry.

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Harry's Pov

"Excellent, boys." Simon praised us, as we showed him all our completed songs, which consisted of Best Song Ever, Midnight Memories, You and I, Happily, Strong, Don't forget where you belong, and Half a Heart.

I grinned.

"Thanks, Uncle Si." I said, still grinning.

"You boys are such talented singer, and songwriters. Can't wait, to see how the public will react to your new songs." He smiled.

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Once we left Syco records, we headed back to our flat. I immediately rushed to my room, once we got in. A little birdy told me that the girls's flight to L.A, should be landing any second and I wanted to facetime my beautiful girlfriend. Wait, who am I kidding? She must be exhausted, or jetlagged or whatever. I can't ring her, yet. Guess I'll have to postpone the skype call. Maybe tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow? Or never...?

I sighed and flopped down, on my king-sized comforter. I just want to see my girlfriend's beautiful face... Is that too much to ask for?

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A/N:I had writer's block, halfway through this chapter. Sorry. Also, school starts in Three weeks, so... yeah. Anyways, I'm going to the Austin Mahone concert and I'm so excited. Anyways, stay cool friends. Y'all are beautiful. Bya.