Rejection sucks.

That’s a common enough fact, but being rejected by your best friend, when you didn’t even know if being rejected was a good or bad thing yet sucked major fucking balls.

And to make matters worse, as soon as Harry left and I fell into sobs that made my chest hurt, none other then my boyfriend walks in, making me feel ten times worse.

He ran to my side and soothed me and the whole time he did all I wanted was for Cameron to magically turn into Harry. That thought only made me cry harder.

How could I have gotten here?

I was happy not that long ago, Cameron seemed like the right guy, so when did the guy in my dreams change from the sweet bass player rubbing my back to the curly headed singer that just left me?

I didn’t even see it coming.

“Dawn please stop crying.” Cameron begged.

I wish I could, if for nothing else then to ease his worry.

He didn’t deserve this. Cameron was too good a guy for me, and as it turned out Harry didn’t want me. So where did that leave me exactly?

“Was it Harry? Did he say something?”

Yes but it wasn’t his fault either. I just shook my head.

“Then what? Baby I can’t help if I don’t know what it is.”

Oh my god, I’m going to throw up. I am such a terrible person. Even as that though ran through my head I still leaned into Cameron’s chest and let him hold me. “Just don’t let me go okay?”

“I won’t. I promise sweetheart.”

Right at that moment I just needed to feel wanted and Cameron wanted me.

At some point I must have cried myself to sleep because the next thing I remember was waking up with a sliver of sun light peeking through the blinds and someone knocking on my door.

Cameron had his arms wrapped protectively around me, it took a bit of maneuvering but I managed to snake out of his arms and pad quietly to the door.

“Wow you look like crap.” Jena greeted.

I rubbed my face and glared at her, not saying anything but clearly wanting to know what she wanted.

“Right. Are you packed? It’s almost time to roll out.”

I looked to the side of the door where it appeared that Cameron had finished my packing for me at some point last night and neatly lined my luggage up. “Yea it looks like it.”

“Okay well you need to be ready in five. Are you riding with us or with Cameron?”

“Cameron.” I answered automatically. I still needed him, no matter who selfish that made me.

“Alright.” She acknowledged but didn’t move, even as I began to shut the door.

I opened it again to stare at her.

“Um... I just wanted to know if you were alright? Harry said-”

“You talked to Harry?” I cut her off, knitting my eyebrows together which made her fidget a bit.

“Um yea, last night.”

“When last night?” My eyes narrowed even more.

Now she was really starting to look nervous, like she would rather be anywhere else then right here, right now. “Um around midnight...ish.”

I did a quick calculation in my head. Midnight would have been after we had talked.

That bastard.

“You talked to Harry last night? About me?” I full on glared at her now. Why would Harry go to her, of all people?

“Um, yea. He was worried about you.”

“So he went to you.” I nodded at her words before blinking my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. “Yea that makes perfect sense. Tell Harry I’m fine. I just had a lapse of judgment last night and it’s all better now. I have Cameron to keep me company.”

I didn’t even look at her while I shut the door on her face.

How dare he go to her and talk about what happened last night? What the actual fuck was wrong with him?

“Babe? You alright?”

I yanked the clothes Cameron had left out of my bags and stomped towards the bathroom. “Peachy.”

As if last night wasn’t embarrassing enough, Harry had to go and say something to a girl that had spent less then three weeks with us and worked for me. I could just kill him.

Cameron must have heard my banging around in the bathroom as he wasted no time knocking on the door.

“Dawn are you sure you’re alright?”

I took a few deep breaths, trying to use all the calming methods I could recall. Finally, with my heart rate and breathing under control, I opened the door. Giving Cameron a saccharin sweet smile.

“I’m fine now. We should go. Do we need to stop on your floor?”

“No Zach’s got me covered.” He looked at me in question, not really buying my cool demeanor. “Are you sure you’re-”

“Cam, you’re cute, but not too cute for me to punch you in the ball sack if you ask me one more time if I’m alright.”

Yea I was being a little bitter... bite me.

His eyes widened as he gulped. It effectively shut him up though so I regret nothing.

The parking lot was complete chaos. People running around loading things onto busses, fans screaming a few feet away, and people I really wanted to avoid the crap out of.

But alas I should know by now that avoidance never works out well for me.

“Dawn, how... um... how are you?”

That damn deep voice of his. It used to make me smile. It even, for a short time, made my heart flutter in a very confusing way, but right now all it did was make my blood boil.

“I’m fine.” I managed to hiss through my teeth.

I mumbled a few curses under my breath while handing Cameron my bag as he began to give them to the man loading his bus.

As soon as I handed the bag off Harry grabbed onto my arm and pulled me around to face him.

“Dawn.”

“What Harry? What do you want?”

He had the nerve to look hurt. Oh, he better love his fans because if it wasn’t for them I would love to introduce his pretty little face to my fist.

“Are you mad at me?”

I laughed bitterly. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He still looked lost. “Yes, I’m pissed off at you.”

“Why?” He said crossing his arms over his chest. I looked over my shoulder at Cameron who was attempting to look like he wasn’t listening in.

“I’m not going to talk about it here.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing for me to say. Harry glared at me, then over my shoulder, and back at me before grabbing my arm and yanking me behind the bus, away from prying eyes, where it was strangely quiet.

“Now tell me why you’re angry at me.” He returned to his arms crossed pose as he stared me down for answers.

“You want to know why I’m pissed at you?”

“Obviously or I wouldn’t have asked.” The tone he used, like I was slow, set me off even more then I already was.

“I’m pissed because you left me-”

“You told me to.”

“And went to her.” I spat ignoring the fact that he had spoken.

“What? Went to who?” He looked confused.

“Jena.”

And then he remembered. I could see it on his face. He actually looked sorry about it.

“Dawn-”

“Don‘t ‘Dawn‘ me.” I said shrugging the hand he reached out for me away. “How could you Harry? Like it wasn’t humiliating enough to tell you, you went and told her. She works for me Harry. You’re supposed to be my best friend.”

I began to lose steam right around that point. Being angry took too much energy, and it was too early in the morning.

“I’m sorry, Dawn.” He sighed running his hand through his hair. “I just needed someone to talk to and she was there.”

“You have me to talk to.” I pleaded.

He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I couldn’t really talk to you about this now, could I?”

He had a point. It didn’t make it hurt any less though.

“I hate that we are like this now.” I said pointing to the two of us.

He sighed once again and took the few steps separating us. “I know.”

I kept my eyes on his as he brought his hand to the back of my head and pulled me into his chest. It was sad but we hadn’t hugged in so long. I missed this.

But it was different now, because when I was in his arms my heart fluttered and I wanted more. I knew that couldn’t happen though. He didn’t want me and I had a wonderful boy who was just on the other side of this bus. I needed to get over this, and fast.

“We’ll be alright, right?” I asked into his chest as he rubbed circles on my back. I needed to hear him say we would be ok.

“Yea,” He chuckled nudging me until I looked up at him. “We are going to be just fine. We’re Dawn and Hazza. We’re always fine.”

I really wanted to believe him but something in the way I wanted to lean up and kiss him made me think other wise. It didn’t stop me from nodding in agreement with him though.

“Come on we should go. The busses will be leaving soon.”

I nodded, reluctantly pulling away from him and allowing him to take my hand and lead me back to where everyone was still mindlessly running around.

“Are we all cool now?” Cameron asked with a smirk at the sight of us rounding the bus.

“Yea. We talked it out. She beat me up a little. We’re good.” Harry joked looking down at me.

I giggled and shoved him. “If I had beat you up you wouldn’t have come back around with me, Curly.”

“You come up to my chin. I’m not scared of you.” Harry chuckled messing my hair up.

I leveled him with a glare and he quickly straightened up, giving me a mock fearful look.

“Maybe I’m a little scared then.”

And even though only a few seconds ago I felt like this wasn’t going to work, right here, right now, it felt like maybe it could. Maybe Harry and I could go back to how we were and Cameron could help me forget about these silly thoughts I was having about my friend.

Notes

Enjoy kiddies <3