Love Now (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter 13

"Cameron?", she gazed at me while my feet started floating of the ground.

The lights around us were too bright, everything else was white and all I could see was her. But we were slowly drifting apart.

"Cameron don't leave me", she reached out her hand to grab mine. But... but my wings kept on flapping as flew up and further away from her. A tear slid down my cheek, but Jess kept calling my name, "Cameron, Cameron, CAMERON!"

My eyes flicked wide open as I see her face once again, but this time, it was right in front of me. 

"Wake up!", she said.

I slowly pushed myself up whilst trying to keep my back on the wall. I looked around, finding empty, undone beds and clothes scattered everywhere. My ear caught noises from outside causing me to look through the window, everyone was playing in the water, laughing and screaming. I felt my bed shake and I flipped back.

"Thanks", I grinned, grabbing the muffin on her open hand in front of my face. 

"You feeling better?", she asked while gently placing her palm on my forehead.

"Yeah", I answered, "I just had the weirdest dream ever"

"Tell me about it", she stood up, "I had a dream that you left me"

My eyes widened at the similarities of our nightmares, but I let out a fake laugh, "Well that's just... strange". I took a bite of my muffin as I watched my beautiful girlfriend walking around, cleaning up the mess around us.

"Do you like these", she held up a pair of pink polka-dot bikinis, "or these", and another dark blue one.

I took them and placed each them on her body parts where they should be and compared, "The pink ones makes you look cute and the blue ones are like, sexy", I said and glared at her while she smiled. "So I reckon you should wear something else", I carried on.

"Wait what?", she raised an eyebrow.

"I don't want you to look too beautiful, what if someone loves you like I do?", I whined and hugged her bikinis in my arms, "I only want you for myself"

She shook her head and giggled, "Oh Cameron you cutie, just because someone loves me doesn't mean I will love them back"

Wait what? Does that mean that she doesn't love me? I stared at her confusingly. 

"Because", she continued, "I have already fallen in love with an idiot who won't let his girlfriend wear bikinis just because of jealousy", she glared at me with a smirk.

I looked down at myself, my arms were still holding tight to her bikinis. She laughed as I instantly threw them back at her.

"Okay you ready?", she walked to the door.

I stood up to follow her but my stomach stayed on the ground for a moment and suddenly it flings back up (A/N: this is a metaphor). I sprinted to the bathroom and grasped tight to the edges of the sink as the not-so-tasty acid runs up my throat.

"Oh my god", a whisper hit my ears.

I looked up to see Jess's hands covering her mouth. She stepped over quickly and patted my back, I let the water rinse the vomit down the drain and made a cup with my hands catching water from the tap and splashed the freshness on my face.

Jess tapped the towel gently all around my face to collect the remain water, I looked in her eyes and let out a weak smile, she kissed me on the forehead and walked away to hang the towel back up.

"Do you wanna see a doctor or something?", she turned her head at me worriedly.

I shook my head, "Who doesn't vomit". I lied. It was so much more, my head was killing since last night and now it's back, plus this didn't happen only once, I don't like this at all, but I definitely don't want her to be worried.

"Hey, you go have fun, I'm gonna go get everyone some drinks", I suggested.

"Are you sure you'll be fine like that?", she looked at me worriedly.

I nodded and gave her a peck on the lips. I got changed and walked out of the limo and took a deep breath of fresh air. I walked to the corner where they can't see me and waved out for a cab.

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"Cameron Dallas", the lady said loudly to the waiting room. I raised my hand then stood up and followed her. I told her about the vomit and the bad head ache and I might or might not exaggerated it to have a proper check. About an hour after my blood test the doctor called me back to her little office again. 

"Mister Dallas", she sighed deeply as she sat down in her chair.

I looked at her ready for an outcome but I was worried at the same time, should I expect anything serious out of a headache and throwing up?

"Please be calm", she said as she handed me a piece of paper. I read carefully through each words, nothing, nothing, nothing, Meningitis? I looked up at her. 

"Meningitis is a serious disease caused by either infections or reactions to vaccine", she explained, "and you're on the stage where it's nearly impossible to be fixed".

"Will I die?", I questioned, swallowing my spit to somehow cover the lump in my throat.

"Well, possibly, but you also have a chance of being in a coma, if you're lucky"

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I dragged my feet through the concrete path as the wind swiftly passes by, hopefully it's enough to dry up the tears dripping down my face. I'm standing here, where she can't see me, but oh how I fell in love with those eyes, that smile of her, that joyful laugh and or adorable actions.

If I told her, would she still be standing over there, splashing water at her friends, carrying the smile I fell in love with? If I told her, would those sparkly eyes I fell in love with still be sparkly because the moon's reflection or will it be because of the salty water from her eyes drowning her beautiful soul?

"Cameron, I just want to meet you at 22, marry you when I'm 25, and have three kids with you, I want to grow old with you, sit by you at our baby's graduation. I want to discuss with you about our daughter's boyfriend. I want to wake up everyday next to you to the day all our teeth are gone and our hair are no longer the same colour"

I can't, my eyes flooded with water once more as I watch my everything jumping around giggling freely not knowing... I am going away soon, to somewhere far, so far. Her words repeated in my head, and my heart aches every time I remembered that I can't, I won't be the one who will hold her hand at the end of the day. I won't be the one who she will grow old with or the one who will sit by her at her baby's graduation... And right at this moment, the pain in my head kicked in, and all I wanted to do was scream to the unfair world, but everything I did was cried in my own lonely arms.

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A/N: Okayy hahaha I tried to be more descriptive to ya know, make it bit deep but don't think it made sense :') I am soooo sorry for playing with your feels. whoops!

VOTE/COMMENT and don't be scared to give me feedbacks if you think I need to improve on something blablablah. 

Oh well good night peeps I'm off to bed...

Oh btw I kinda made up my idea of Meningitis lmao just go along with it x