Story Of Our Lives // Camarry FanFic

Chapter 51

Updated On: Friday, October 17

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Harry's Pov

I tugged on the sleeves of my shirt as I saw one out of many, Camila and Austin selfies. The jealousy arose inside of me and it felt like my heart sunk to the bottom of the stomach. My head hurt, due to the large amount of time I spent, rubbing my temples.

I knew that there was nothing going on between them, at least I hope so. We promised that we'd wait for each other, and I haven't broken my promise, and I don't intend to.

Camila is the only girl for me. I can't picture me with any other girls, and I don't see any beauty in all those models anymore, I only have eyes for Camila.

I bit the corners of my lip, and ruffled my hair. I kept on telling myself that there is no reason to be jealous, but jealousy isn't something that you could easily wish away. I wish it was as simple as that, but it isn't. It's like trying to pull a rope that isn't even there.

I turned off my phone, which was one of the many resources that started this heavy pit of jealousy. I wish that I could control my feelings. If I could, then I wouldn't be tangled in all these knots.

I stood up and headed out of the office that I had been resting in. We were doing a photoshoot today for our new album, and I had said that I needed fresh air, but instead of heading outside, I isolated myself into the vacant office space.

I walked through the many halls, and listened to my loud footprints tap on the freshly waxed floors. I hadn't even wandered that far, but I was still a bit lost.

I quietly listened to the muffled voices that echoed through the halls, and found the path that led to the studio room.

Once I reached the mazed room, I sighed and stepped in.

Our photographer, Amy, was setting up the screen that acted as our background.

I clicked my tongue, and headed over to the boys who were nonchalantly resting on the couch, provided.

"Where have you been, mate?" Liam asked, once he spotted me.

I shrugged and took a seat on the solid arm of the couch.

"Just outside, catching air." I stated, obviously lying.

They nodded, and continued to fiddle with their fingers.

I cracked a smile, and reached over for a butterscotch candy that was set on the glass coffee table.

I quietly uncoiled the wrapper, and popped the sweet scented candy into my mouth.

I began to sway my feet, back and forth.

Everything was silent, except the sound of Amy setting up her camera.

"Okay boys, everything's set." Amy informed us. "Please stand in front of the screen."

We all nodded, and walked over to the screen that was long enough to be spread, all throughout the floor.

"We're gonna take a few shots in here, and then we're gonna do some nature shots." She informed us.

We all nodded our heads, yet again.

"Geez boys, do you know how to talk?" Amy joked.

I stiffed a laugh, and nodded.

"We're just tired, that's all." Louis answered.

Amy nodded, and adjusted the coarse knob.

She told us the positions that she wanted us to make, and we did them.

Once we finished the indoor shots, we headed outside.

This was going to be a very long day...

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Camila's Pov

I tied my hair into a ponytail, and jogged around the venue. Our trainer wanted to make sure that we stayed fit, so he made the girls and I exercise. He instructed Dinah to hit the treadmills, Lauren to the sit-up chairs, Normani at the cycles, Ally at the yoga mat, and of course he would give me the hardest.

He explained to me, briefly, that I had to jog two miles.

I groaned in frustration, and paused due to my tiredness.

I had worn a puma tanktop, and some shorts. I was using my worn-out running shoes, and I had on a stop-watch that was attached to my wrist.

I continued to jog, my breathing was heavy, and the adrenaline was rushing through my veins.

Since this venue is huge, I had to only jog around it, only four times.

I pushed back my side bangs, and picked up the pace. I was currently on my second lap, so I'm halfway through.

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Once I finished running, my face was red and sweat was surely running down every inch of my fragile body.

"Good job, Camila." The trainer praised me, once I walked over to him.

I bit my lip, and nodded.

I was too tired, to even speak.

I headed over to my dressing room, but you wouldn't believe what I saw...

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A/N: Cliffhanger, only because I love you so much. Peace out, homescouts.