Long Lost (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Long Lost

I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. His arms were wrapped around my waist in a comforting grasp. The reassuring feeling he always could bring to me even though I knew we were in trouble.

"I love. you, Cameron. I know we can make it."

"I love you too." I whispered. His hand gently took my chin and turned me around. I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and got lost. He moved in closer and brushed his lips against mine. How could they find us? The answer was they couldn't; because I was with him.

I woke up shuddering. That awful nightmare had been playing in my mind for the past few weeks. I was starting to think it was actually happening again. I kept thinking to myself, "It's your past, Cameron, that was a different lifetime. It's behind you, you've moved on."

I got up and out of bed and went downstairs for some tea. I turned on the television to some news network. A anchorman was set at a table with a mug and papers placed in front of him, "In local news, small businesses give you there take on the new taxes."

"BORING." I clicked the remote for the next station, MTV.

"The new hit boy band, One Direction with members Niall Hor-"

Him.

I shut of the TV immediately and looked at the clock. It read half past 7 which meant I had to be at work in and hour.

I gulped the rest of my tea and ran upstairs to the shower. I hopped in and rinsed my hair with my new Brazilian breeze shampoo and conditioner. I got out and dried my self off with a towel. I went to my room and put on a pair of studded, high waisted shorts with and tight crop top. I slipped on my black combat boots and ran for the bathroom. I checked my phone and the time read 8. I had to leave in twenty minutes. I quickly applied my usual foundation, eyeliner, and mascara, and blow dried my hair. I rolled it into a bun and grabbed my bag and keys. I ran downstairs and got to the car. The radio display showed it was 8:20. I grinned at the thought, I was just on time. I turned the key and backed out of my apartment's parking lot. I had successfully made it on time to TopShop (where I worked) in downtown London. Since I was manager, I had to show up at work an hour earlier; so officially, my job started at nine thirty.

"Morning, Cameron!" Claire my assistant said.

"Good morning!" We kissed each others cheeks.

"Busy day today! The runway show will be at exactly half past two. You need to prepare the models now and right before the show as well. Danny is going to film it so it can trend on all those social websites!" Claire listed.

I laughed, "You mean Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and YouTube?"

"TUMBLR! That's what it was! Apparently your a trending hipster on Tumblr, Cameron!"

"Me? A hipster? Am I really that awful?!" I joked. Claire laughed and handed me a coffee.

"Cream with one teaspoon of sugar." Claire said. I nodded as a thank you. She led me upstairs behind the stock room into a private studio. Thirteen models sat on chairs in robes without make up or hair done.

"Welcome, ladies!" I announced. Everyone in the room said hello back. "As you know, today will be a massive statement for all TopShop stores. All of you beautiful ladies will strut on the runway that will be set up and a surprise to the customers! Danny," I gestured to the back of the room where my cameraman stood, "will be filming the whole thing! Who's ready?!" I enthusiastically said. They cheered. "Let's go!" All the model's stylist started to work. Meanwhile, I had to make sure the store was ready for the day. I counted the money in the registers, counted the stock of clothes on sale, and walked along the alignments for the runway. I went back upstairs where the models were and went behind the velvet curtain where our soundbox was placed. This thing played quiet music throughout the whole store. I turned it to the local pop radio station and let it play. I looked at my phone; opening time. I ran downstairs and turned the closed sign to open, and opened the doors. Soon after, customers came rolling in. I looked around and thought to myself, "Cameron, look where you are now. You are doing what you have always wanted to do with your life. You couldn't have done it if you were still with him."