TOUR [ H.S ]

87.Salut Amie.

HI,THIS IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE A VERY UNDERRATED CHAPTER BUT IT'S ONE OF MY FAVOURITES.

IT'S VERY RAW AND HONEST.

PLEASE NO HATE TOWARDS THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE ITS ALL ABOUT BEING VULNERABLE AND FRIENDSHIP.

Enjoy...

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Harry:

Memories.
The mustard yellow carpet with the french word "Bienvenue" printed on it which meant "welcome".The brown bricked walls and the blue wooden door.I didn't know why i had even come here in the first place but here i am..

Camille's house,after what felt like forever.

When we were dating,i bought her a small place here in Westminster.I doubt that she's even in the UK right now but i just needed someone to talk to and i don't even know why i drove and drove and just ended up here..at my exes place.

I nervously knocked on the door twice and waited to see if anyone was going to open the door.The light on the front porch was turned on and then i realised,she was home.The front door was then opened and i was faced with Camille.She wore a vintage t-shirt,a coral pink blazer over it,paired together with some baggy trousers,nothing about her had really changed.

She had a surprised look shown on her face when she noticed that i was standing in front of her,"Harry..?"she says softly and i gave her a small smile.

"Salut amie."i greeted her in french which meant "hi friend".She couldn't help but let out a little chuckle because she knew that she was the only one that taught me how to say that.

"Bonjour Chérie."she greeted back and i smiled,still the same old.

Her words were always lovely whenever she talked to people.It wasn't her trying to flirt,that's just the way she is you know? Each time she talked to anyone in french,it always sounded flirty to most people but to me,it was just so lovely to hear.She opened her arms wide and i immediately went up to give her a hug,i really needed to just hug someone.Nothing about this felt awkward because she is my friend,and today was just one of those days where i really needed one.

"Come in,come in.Sorry if it's a mess,i just came back from a holiday with Theo and i'm packing again because i'm going back to LA in samedi."said Camille as she starts to clear up the books that were scattered on the couch.Theo? if i'm not mistaken,that's her boyfriend i guess.

Samedi? Fuck..i totally forgot what Samedi means,isn't it Sunday or Saturday?

I entered her home and sat down on the familiar mustard couch as i continued to watch her place some books neatly into the overly crowded bookshelf.
"Do you want anything to drink? Tea? Whiskey?"She asks politely and i thought about that question for a moment.