Love Me : Harry Styles

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Camila's Pov

Beep, beeep, beeeep. My alarm clock continously makes noise as I reach my hand across the dresser to shut it off.

"College girl! Get yourself out the bed and into the kitchen, you don't want to keep your boyfriend waiting." My mom laughs outside my bedroom door and a huge smile spreads across my face.

" Dave!" I yell as I jump out of my bed, into the hallway, and down the stairs into the kitchen.

"Camila!" Dave smiles as he scoops me into his arms. I take a whiff of the cologne I bought him and it smells heavenly. "Today's the day." he whispers in my ear. I begin to go over my plans for today at Shaw University. I'm very confident that everything will be fine, especially since Dave will be there with me.

I've dreamed of this day ever since I was 9 years old. Shaw University was the one and only univeristy I ever wanted to go to. I always held a very special place deep in my heart. However, it was the most expensive and prestegious university in the U.S.

"Darling go get ready. We'll be down here waiting for you." My dad tells me from the living room and I nod, letting go of Dave but giving him a peck on the cheek and running back up to my room.

I take in the pastel colours of my bathroom walls, carpet, shower, and racks since it'll be a while before I see them again.

Turning the warm water on, I step into the shower and let the water rinse my troubles away. "What am I worried about?" The girl inside me questions. "Nothing." And she's right. Sure I'll come across a few struggles today but at the end of the day, all that matters is that my family and I have worked our butts off for me to have the best education and future at Shaw University. The acceptance letter proves that I belong there and there's nothing that'll stop me from going.

After the long pep talk I gave myself in the shower, I dry off and brush my teeth. Next, I head back into my room and find some nice clothes for the day.

I manage to pick out a nice punk rock skirt, short but not too short, a gold crop top that says "Queen" on the front and "Me" on the back, and my all white converse to match.

To finish my look, I walk over to my mirror vanity and grab my yellow sunflower headband to add to my ensemble. Yes, you might think that I am over-dressing for my first day of university, but I always like to think of the word as my fashion runway. I love clothes. I love shopping and picking out pretty outfits. I like wearing pretty outfits. But the best thing is dressing up everyday as if you're going to run into your worst enemy. You want to out-dress them, but not exactly dressing to impress.

After checking my reflection over and over, I apply clear lipgloss to my lips and a few bags back downstairs with me.

"Gee, you look amazing." Dave says and I smile at his comforting compliment.

"Thanks." I respond.

"Do you have more boxes in your room? I'll get them." Dave offers.

"Yeah sure. Thanks." I smile and he heads upstairs to grab the rest of the boxes.

"Camila, baby we are so proud of you and all that you've become. You've turned into the most amazing girl before and after your breakup with Harry and we want you to know that you can always count on us." My mom moves towards me to give me a hug and so does my dad and honestly, the hug really makes my day. To hear everything they said was really what I needed before I went on a 24-hour drive with Dave to Shaw University.

After Dave and my dad manage to fit all of our boxes into Dave's car and my mom talks to me about a potential college experience now that it's a new day, they wish us good-bye and to be safe during our looong drive.

"So, are you excited babe?" Dave flashes a smile that shows all of his teeth and actually makes me smile a little.

"Yeah totally. I've been looking forward to this ever since I was 9 years old. I would research universities and make an attempt to save money." I laugh and he laughs too. 5 hours into the drive and we decide to stop at a Five Guys to get some food. "I'll pick the table and you order. Kay?" I say.

"M'kay." Dave kisses my lips and I pull away, probably too soon, and go to look for a table.

"Camila?" I hear a voice coming from a table behind me. I turn to look and the color from the face is now gone.

"Harry?"