One In a Million {Nash Grier & Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 29

POV: Sydney

What if he leaves me?

What if he is so disgusted that he will tell me to get an abortion?

What if-

"Sydney stop playin worse scenarios in your head. Cameron would never hurt you and you know that." Sam seemed to have read my mind.

I nodded miserably.

"Stop mopping this is partly your fault for allowing yourself to drink underage and to the point that you were so drunk that you were incoherent and unable to get up." Sam was the type of person that barely took pity on someone if they had something to do with it. She was also a huge anti- under age drinking person.

I looked at her and took a deep breath, calming myself.

Currently we were in Sam's car which was parked outside of Nash and Cameron's apartment. Nash was in the car as well.

I moved in slow motion as I reached for the car handle and pushed open the door.

The crisp frigid air hit me like a knife cutting into my skin, reminding me of my previous encounter with snow.

I followed Sam, who was following Nash, closely as we got up to the door.

Right as Nash unlocked the door and had it open, Cameron appeared looking distressed.

"Have you guys seen-" He broke off when he saw me.

I was probably awful looking. My dirty blonde hair was un-brushed and it knots. My eyes bloodshot and swollen. My face flushed and stained with salty tears. Worst of all I was still in what I had worn last night.

He didn't seem to see any of that though, he just pushed past Sam and Nash to stand in front of me. Then he wrapped his arms around my tiny frame.

"I was so worried." He whispered sounding as if he was going to cry

He was so warm and and smelt of cologne.

I couldn't help it.

I started bawling for the umpteenth time today.

He pulled away from me at arms length and looked at me confused.

"What's wrong?" His worry clear in his brown eyes.

I couldn't even look into his eyes anymore. I looked at his shoes instead.

I felt fingers on my chin as he lifted it up so that I was looking at him again.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

"I-I'll tell you soon I promise." I said quickly and realized that Sam and Nash had already gone inside.

I grabbed Cameron's hand quickly pulled him inside.

"Where's your room?" I asked once I had entered the living room.

"Um upstairs, the first door on the right." He answered confused.

We went past Sam and Nash talking in hushed whispers on the couch as I dragged him up the stairs and into the room.

As soon as I closed the door he started bombarding me with questions.

"Where did you go? Did you get kidnapped? Why didn't you come and get me? Why didn't you call me? You could've texted me! Why didn't you tell me?" The last question hit me hard.

"Tell you what?" I asked nervously fumbling with my hands as I looked up at him guiltily.

"That you weren't coming back, of course." He said raising his eye brows as if the answer was obvious. "Why? What did you think I meant?" He asked suspiciously.

"Uh nothing. Forget it." I said dismissively as I walked away from him and plopped down on his white king sized bed.

He followed me over and stood over me.

"No, it is not nothing. Tell me please." He said pleadingly.

I shook my head stubbornly and lay on my stomach.

"Sydney, did you cheat on me?" He breathed in disbelief. He sounded broken.

I turned back over and wrapped my legs around his waist in a sudden burst of confidence.

"No, I did not cheat on you." I said honestly. "At least not willingly." I whispered so quiet I was almost sure he didn't hear me.

He looked me in the eyes and cupped my cheeks comfortingly.

"Then what is the problem, dear?" He asked sweetly smiling at me.

That smile was going to disappear if I tell him.

"Seriously, it's nothing. I just have a major hangover and my head is pounding." I explained swiftly, even smiling at him afterward. I couldn't do this to him yet. He was too happy. "I had fallen in the snow last night while I was drunk and Sam had come to Taylor's to check on me. She saw me on the ground and took me home. I was passed out, that's why I didn't call you." I continued smirking to myself, but inside I felt my guilt pierce my heart.

He grinned apologetically.

"Oh, well I'm sorry I assumed that you had cheated on me." He insinuated.

I forced myself to look at him in shock, "Why, Mr. Dallas you should have more faith in me." I stated smirking at him.

"I'm sorryy." He drawled grinning at me. "I should know that you would always be honest to me and would never keep secrets." He pointed out.

I nodded feeling the familiar pang of guilt deep inside me.

"Right?" He inquired looking into my eyes.

I nodded again, "Right." I whispered trying to push down my remorse.

I released his waist, that I had still had my legs wrapped around, and pulled my knees up to my chest.

Cameron touched my forehead with a look of unease.

"You're a bit warm and you're probably still recovering from your first time getting drunk so take a nap. I'll be downstairs if you need me." He mumbled.

I nodded sluggishly, reminded suddenly of how tired I really was.

He pecked me on the forehead as he pulled the blanket on me. I was already loosing consciousness by the time he had left the room.

The last thing I remember is hoping that Sam and Nash did not mention the.... baby to Cameron.