Forever and Always ||Cameron Dallas

Chapter 31

A couple days later...
After Hawaii; back in LA

song request- listen to "Lay me down" By Sam Smith on repeat

Hannah's POV:

My keys ruffle in my hand as I'm trying to find my key, I find it, unlocking the door.

I collapse on the floor, "We are finally home!" I cry, "best vacation ever."

"I know babe, I know." Cameron smiles.

(A/N: if you think cameron and Hannah did the frickle frakle, 😏, they didn't.)

"Is Maddie over at your house?" I ask him.

"Yeah, she's with Nash, I guess it's there 4 month anniversary, you know what they are doing?" He smirks.

"Cameron! Let them be." I giggle.

"Okay, come on let's get unpacked."

We unpack, so if you're wondering, basically Cameron moved in my house and Maddie moved in to Cameron's house.

I just clear my thought, heading upstairs to unpack.

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Do you ever feel alone? like not a good alone? Well my friends that's how I feel.. It's just, I feel so alone in a room full of people..

The sadness hit me like a bullet in the back. I realized my only friends at 3 am were the demons inside my head and the loneliness inside my bed.

Sometimes I trace the tiny scars on my wrist, and wonder who I am and why I did this, because when I was five a simple scrap or bruise was the most horrible thing, but here I am, with slits on my wrists.

I realized why I am-

I got interrupted writing in my journal, when my door opened, I immediately shut my journal, Cameron walks in.

"Hey babe- what's that?" He says, pointing to my journal.

"Oh! Nothing." I say, putting it on my desk.

"Oh, uhh, okay. I was wondering if you want to come to dinner? With Nash, Maddie, and I." He smiles sitting on the bed.

"Yeah! Sure, just let me get ready."

"Sure, I'll be downstairs watching tv."

"Okay." I say shooing him out of the room.

I shut the door, and sigh. That was close. As you see, you might now understand why that journal means so much to me.. Writing my feelings out on paper, I feel like I can get it out. More than saying it. I've been writing my feelings out on journals for about 3 years.. I have about 7 old journals hidden in my closet, whenever I feel like I need to get something out, I go to my journal. No one knows about my journals, not even Maddie.

I walk to my desk, I grab my journal and go to the closet. I open a shoe box and place it in under the shoes and shove it on the top shelf.

Before shutting my closet, I pull out a dark pair of jeans, a gray tank top, and a tan cardigan. Today is Saturday, which means school is in 2 days. Well shit.

Honestly school this year has been okay, but if Cameron was here, it would have been 10 times better. I sigh to my self, changing my clothes.

After I go to the bathroom, I add light make up and brush my teeth. I slip on my black converse and head down stairs.

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Cameron's POV:

"Sure, I'll be downstairs watching tv." I say about to leaving the room.