Story Of Our Lives // Camarry FanFic

Chapter 43

A/N: Hey, loves. I'm sorry if this annoys you, but can you follow my fanpage on Instagram? It's @littlexharmony. If you do follow me, I will love you forever. I'll try to update more, but school starts in 2 weeks, uh. Anyways, stay cool, friends. Enjoy this chapter!

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Harry's Pov

I groaned, as I got up from my 20 minute slumber. I couldn't sleep, but that's besides the point. I want to see Camila's face. But, being the clueless kid that I am, I couldn't decipher what time it was there, in L.A. My body wasn't quite energetic, so the 10-foot walk to my laptop, wasn't an option. Of course, I have my mobile device, also known as my phone (obviously), but that would include reaching over my king-sized bed, which also, wasn't an option. I feel like my mind, is telling me to get up from my lazy ass and do what I want, but my body is in a freezed state. Instead, I started to think. I miss Camila and all, but some couples endorse more challenging procedures, like never getting to see other, ever without any money or internet to reconnect. That wasn't the case, though. I have unlimited access to internet and could easily take a $2,000 flight to L.A. with just a click of a button. Being without Camila, has made me feel... weak. I don't know how to describe it, but I feel like I'm unable to function without her. She's my rock. She's the moon to my tide. She's my Bonnie and I'm the Clyde. She's Daisy and I'm Jay. I can't live without her, like how we can't live without oxygen. As a matter of fact, she is my oxygen. I miss her, physically and mentally. I just wanna hold her, and snuggle but I remember, back then when I was able to function without Camila. Back then, when I wasn't in love. Back then, when I didn't know Camila. Everything wasn't so complicated, back then. But things changed for the better... I used to take advantage of girls. I used to have sex with every girl that I found attractive, but whereas Camila, we haven't even made love, yet. I don't want to pressure her into doing something that she's not ready for. Just a few months ago, Camila was a lip virgin. She hasn't kissed any single soul, and I was her first. Her first kiss, her first boyfriend, and hopefully, her first time. I love Camila, but what she's done, isn't healthy. She makes me feel love drunk, and I can't do anything about it. I've never been in love, before. I was always known as the player. The man whore. The person that would only date you for how you look, and then break your heart. Those headlines, I must confess, were once true, but now they are nothing but bullshit. They don't know me, and as much as I don't want to admit it, my fans don't know me, either. They only know the things that management what me to be known as. The fans don't know, that my nerdy obsession is collecting comic books, or that a weird habit of mine, is biting my nails. They don't know the things that make up my real personality. I'm not a fucking man whore. I'm just a regular human being, who, believe it or not, is in love. In love, with Camila Cabello. (A/N: sorry for the long paragraph.)

Camila's Pov

I decided that enough, is enough. I don't wanna just mope around in my bedroom, and do nothing. The other girls, asked me if I wanted to go with them to the outlet, but I wasn't in the mood, so I declined. Right now, I regretted that. I honestly, could use some new clothes. But no, I had to be stubborn.

I climbed out of bed, and changed into a lace crop top, and some floral high waisted shorts. Then, I combed the tangles out of my messy hair. When it was decent, I put it into a ponytail, and stuck a white bow at the tip. Then, I brushed my teeth, and sprayed some perfume, all over my neck.

I grabbed my phone, and headed downstairs, slipping on my wedges in the process. I grasped my wallet in my hands, and put it into my purse, along with my keys, and my phone. Then, I headed outside.

Once I got outside, I inhaled the fresh air. It was a gorgeous, sunny day and the rays of the sun struck me, making my hair turn a shade, lighter.