Long Lost (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 5

NIALL'S POV

•a week later•

I felt a hand on my back and I jolted up. I turned around to find Harry behind me.

"Hey, man." He said.

"Ey." I yawned. I rubbed my eyes and saw that I crashed at the computer.

"How late were you up last night?"

"I'd say how early this morning did I fall asleep." We both chuckled.

"Tryna find that lady friend of yours?" He nudged raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, it's not going to well." I answered.

"I'll help." He offered.

"Nah, man. It's okay. You don't have to."

"I'm good at stalking, Niall. You know that."

"Take a seat." I smiled.

"Okay her full name is?" He placed his hands on the keyboard.

"Cameron Ceesdis. Spelt C-e-e-s-d-i-s." I loved her name. I loved her. Why did I have to let her go? She is so perfect. I wouldn't change anything about her. Except her last name.

Harry hit the search button and scrolled for a while until he chose a website. It was an article from People magazine. The title read 'Fashion Legend Gives Position To Young Sucsess.'

The "fashion legend" was Trisha Patrice.

"I can't believe Trisha freaking Patrice is retiring!" Harry exclaimed.

"Shut up and keep reading Hazza." I said. I kept reading and saw the picture of her. She was shaking Trisha's hand. Cam had been the "young sucsess." I read that she had been working there for three years. She started in 2010, when I left her. She left school because she claimed "she loved fashion so much." The writer asked her what made her start as a model. She said an old friend of hers convinced her to.

And another flashback came.

I walked into the bathroom and saw Cam touching her face, looking into the mirror. She saw me and turned to my direction. "Why do you like me? I'm so ugly!" She burst into tears.

I ran to hug her, "Cam, you are not ugly. Your beautiful. Your perfect. Why are you saying this?"

"You know it's true." She sobbed.

I sat her down, "Look at me," I lifted her chin so her red, watery eyes looked into mine. I wiped her tears away, "I don't think that's true. I know your beautiful. But the world needs to know it, and most importantly, you do too. I think you should become a model. Your more stunning than anyone I've ever seen."

"Ha! Yeah, right." She sniffled.

"I mean it. If you don't do this for yourself than I'll do it for you."

"Man, she is hot!" Harry whistled.

I punched him, "Not funny."

"Sorry bro. But this is solid shit. This is basically directions to her house! Lets see...she works at the downtown Topshop! She lives in London! Wait...I thought you said she was Irish?" Harry asked.

"Must've moved. We'll go there tomorrow. I want to look okay. I can't have bags under my eyes."

••••

I borrowed Louis' car and raced to Topshop. But before I could step on it, I noticed it was out of gas. I had enough to get to the gas station 1 kilometer away.

I put on my Ray-Bans and stepped out. I pulled out my wallet out of my back pocket and quickly swiped the credit card. I put the nozzle in the car and locked it. I started humming when I was interrupted by a girls voice.

"Niall?" She said.

I turned around and my jaw dropped. I lowered my sunglasses to see if it was really her. "Eleanor?" I answered. "Hey! How have you been?" I went to give her a hug and she pushed me back.

"You. Do you have any idea what you have done to Cameron? You made her do things to herself I don't even want to think about."

"Is she alright?" What did she do? Now I had to get to her immediately.

"Pshht. Don't act like you care now, Niall. Three years ago you loved her, then left her! Don't go running back now." Eleanor looked mad. Really mad.

"But-but I do care about her. I always have. I just...forgot." I explained.

"Niall stop making excuses! Lets get things straight okay? Since Cameron is my best friend, I don't want to see her get hurt. You hurt her and now she's in pain. But the only way to do this is if you two talk. I'm not too sure about this but I think it will be the best for her. She isn't keen on this idea so don't get your hopes up. Because I'm sure not helping you."  Eleanor had a point I I'd hurt her, but I was trying to help her now. "I know someone for you!" I winked.

"Oh, please, Niall. Bribing? You aren't actually trying to bribe me."

"I was going there now." I sighed.

"To Cameron?"

"Yeah. She's at Topshop right?" I asked just to double check.

"Your on your own Niall. Goodbye." And she turned. I finished with the gas and sped off to the store.

I pushed through the doors and ran to the counter. "Is there a Cameron Ceesdis here?" I demanded to the guy about my age in a bright pink shirt.

"O-M-FREAKING-G! OH MY GOD! I HAVE SUCH A BIG CRUSH ON YOU! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NIALL JAMES HORAN!" The guy screamed in an awfully girly voice. I quickly covered his mouth and ducked behind the counter just in case anyone looked. I pulled him down to my level and looked at his name tag. It read Ben.

"Is she here?" I interrogated.

"No, why? Do you want to leave me a message?"

"No, Ben, no message! Do you have her address or somehow I could get to her?" He didn't say anything. It looked like he was thinking or something. "Hello?" I poked him.

"Oh, sorry! Wait...you want Cameron. OH MY GOD. Oh..." He coughed, "No, I'm sorry I can't give that to you." He looked away.

"What? Why?! Why does it matter that I want her?"

"Why erm, would uhh- a pop star like you... uhm want Cameron?" He stuttered. Was he making this up as he went along?

"What is this?"

"What...?" He ran his hand through his hair and I grabbed it; tightly.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Watch the wrist!" He squealed.

"Tell me whatever it is now. Why your making stuff up and where she is." I said firmly tightening the grip.

"Ow! Okay, okay! I'm her brother's boyfriend and I know about you two!" He breathed. I let go of his grip. She told other people? Shit...that makes me look bad. I know she told Eleanor and knew she would but others too? Another voice in the back of my head whispered to me reminding me, "Remember, Niall, you didn't care what she or others thought. You left her carelessly."

"She lives in Oakwood Apartments, level 3, room 4B!" Ben finished.

"Thanks." And I ran off.