Behind The Cameras (Datalie fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

Natalie's P.O.V

"Natalie, explain before I lose my mind," David demanded. I felt so bad for leaving him alone like that, but it was only for a few days.

"I needed to go home home," I said, focusing on the first 'home'.

"If this is about what Liza said then I promise you I can explain," He continued before I even had a chance to lie to him about receiving an urgent call to go back home.

What could Liza possibly tell me that'll make me leave?

I stayed silent for a little, before it hit me. They definitely got back together and he thinks that Liza told me about it.

Tears swelled up in my eyes but I refused to let them escape. I swallowed the lump that was formed in my throat and tried to speak.

"Bye, David."

My voice cracked so bad and I directly hung up not willing to continue that conversation. A tear managed to make it's way out of my eyes but I wiped it quickly. I then turned off my phone completely so that I wouldn't receive any more calls from David.

Fucking hell was my heart in pain.

David's P.O.V

She hung up on me.

You lost her David. Congratulations.

If only I had kept my fucking mouth shut. She would've been here, soundly asleep like a beauty in her room.

Now what? Now fucking what?

I tried calling a few more times, but her line was closed. I was so frustrated that I threw my phone as far away from me as possible.

I laid down on Nat's bed. Her scent filled my nostrils, which caused a few tears to escape from my eyes. I was so lost, I had no fucking idea what to do.

All I knew, was that there was no way I was letting her leave without a fight. I was nothing without Natalie. Not a famous vlogger, not a person who was friends with fucking Kylie and Kendall Jenner, not a person who knew an americans got talent judge personally, not a person who became friends with his childhood hero, and definitely not a person who gave away so many cars to so many people. Without Natalie, I was just a loser.

If she never came back, I might never post a Vlog again. The Vlogs are all about happiness, adrenaline, excitement, and all of that. And if Natalie wasn't here then none of these were either.

My crying became more and more by the second, before I finally fell asleep.

Natalie's P.O.V

I was standing outside of my house; my actual house in Vernon Hills.

Every time I tried to knock, my tears would just involuntarily fall. The sun was coming out, and the only thing on my mind right now was how happy David must currently be.

He was back with his first love. And I couldn't help but think that she was at our house- David's house- right now. They were probably fast asleep in each other's arms.

I felt so selfish for crying about it. David was happy, what more did I want?

Deep down I hoped he'd chosen me instead, but that was like hoping for snow in July. Impossible and disappointing.

I wiped my tears for the last time, and knocked on the door. I wasn't in the mood to explain myself to my entire family, but I really had no other choice.

After they opened the door and welcomed me back with warm hugs, we sat in the living room as I told them all about what was wrong. They were all fully awake considering the fact that it was still 5 am. After I was done and they promised me not to tell anyone about this, I went to my room.

Seeing my family was great and all, but as soon as I walked upstairs, my heart hurt again. I hated walking into my room, because it had so many memories of David and I. Oh how much I'd pay to go back to these days, and maybe, just maybe, become his first love instead of Liza.

My thoughts were too much for me, so I shut them all out and forced myself to sleep.

The next morning was even worse.

When I woke up, I kept my eyes shut. I prayed that yesterday was just a bad dream and that I'd open my eyes right now to see David messing around with my stuff like he usually does when he wakes up before me and gets bored.

It was the most disappointing feeling ever to open my eyes and find myself in my room, all the way back in Chicago.

I tried so hard not to think of David, but really he was the only thing on my mind. I pictured him and Liza all the goddamn time, I was literally ready to rip my brain out of my skull.

I attempted to ignore everything and hang out with my family for the entire day. It worked, kinda.