“And I tell her that we’ll always be this way
Every day that she’s the one that makes me wanna say,
Touch my skin with your body
Love is taking over me.”

Taking Over Me – Lawson

I winced in pain as I felt my tongue got burnt by the hot coffee I drank. And because of my surprise and loss of coordination, almost half of the cup’s content was spilled down my acid washed jeans making me jolt back to life.

I was too tired. Without the caffeine, I was a hundred percent sure going to pass out.

“Camp, you need to take some rest.” Niall said next to me.

I let out a deep sigh. Burnt tongue no more of a problem. “No, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here and wait until Liam wakes up.”

“Honey, you need to sleep even for a few hours. Don’t push yourself too much.” Karen said.

“But, Liam… I can’t leave him just yet. What if he wakes up while I’m gone?”

“We’ll call you back as soon as that happens, Campbelle. We all know he’d look for you first when he wakes up.” Geoff told me. “But for now, you have to go home and take some rest. Please, honey. Don’t make us worry about you, too.”

Zayn took the paper cup of coffee from my hands and said, “Come on, I’ll take you back to Niall’s so you take a bit of a rest. I’ve told them I’ll swing by Liam’s flat and get some of his things.”

It took me a while to decide, but the fact that I’ve been awake for more than twenty four hours already –with restless nights prior to the whole incident-, there was in no way I could fake the exhaustion in my state. I’ve drank nearly five servings of coffee in the last six hours just to keep myself awake. It didn’t help. I almost knocked myself on the metal door of the ICU the last time I went to check on Liam because my eyes were too exhausted and already droopy.

I didn’t want to leave. My best friend’s condition hasn’t stabled yet. There was too much to worry and getting a sleep now was the least of my plans. But then again I didn’t have the energy to argue with all of them who’s insisting I should go and take some rest for a while.

I tugged Zayn by his sleeve and asked, “Would you please come with me? I just want to see Liam for the last time before I go.”

Zayn just nodded. He held my hand tightly as we went together inside Liam’s glass unit.

I was immediately down at the sight of my unconscious best friend. His faint heartbeat was the only sound that resonated throughout the room. The monitor beside his bed told us about his unstable vital signs. And there in his face is a clear sign of pain that made it the hardest for me to look at him without crying. It was hard not to cry when the guy who’s been there all your life is fighting for his own life and I couldn’t do anything to help him. But I’ve already shed too many tears the whole day, my tear ducts won’t function properly anymore. I could have been already dehydrated. The last thing I wanted with my life right now is to also lie on a hospital bed with a drip on my hand in this godforsaken hospital.

I went towards Liam and pressed a lingering butterfly kiss right in the corner of his lips. In all hopes, this time, I really wanted him to feel that I’m right there for him.

I whispered to his lips, hoping for a miracle that he’d somehow hear me, “I’ll come back. I promise you that, Liam. But please, wake up soon. I miss my best friend. I miss you so much.”

No response.

My hand stayed caressing Liam’s pale, lifeless cheek.

Again, I whispered to him, “I love you, Liam. I need you back. Don’t give up on me like this.”

I felt Zayn step closer by my side and squeezed me by my shoulder, telling me that we have to go now.

I left Liam alone in his unit with a heavy heart.

Right in the corner, next to Liam’s, my eyes caught Mum looking at us from the other glass room.

Mum’s been staying at my father’s side since we found out he’s in the same ICU as Liam, and she’s never left his side for the past six hours.

I never even have been bothered to look at my own father’s state.

Without actual words uttered, I could tell what she wants to say with that look.

She wants me to walk there. She actually wants me to see him. She wants me to acknowledge the fact that this was my very own father, lying on what could be his death bed.

I shook my head intently. My face was straight which meant I say no.

I’m not doing what she wants. I can’t do what she wants to happen.

Not now; or maybe, not ever.

And with that, I left the ICU with much heavier heart –for Liam, for my Mum, and for the pity I felt to John Anthony Brooks.

Zayn and I went to say goodbye to the rest of the group outside the ICU.

“Niall, do you also want to take a rest too?” I asked.

“No. You go ahead, Camp. After you get rested then I’ll go.” Niall answered in rush. “We’ll take turns. Harry will stay with me, yeah mate?”

For a quick moment, Harry and I locked eyes. His green ones told me he was tired too, yet he was fast to glance back down as he answered Niall a soft, “Yes, of course.”

“How about you, Louis, do you want to come with us?”

Louis glowered at me. “Why would I want to come with you?” he snapped back.

I was caught off guard. I didn’t expect that kid of answer. But I wasn’t the only one stunned with his obvious anger towards me, even Karen and Geoff frowned upon Louis’ sudden haughtiness to my question.

Niall kept shaking his head, frustrated with what the hell’s wrong with Louis this time. He stood up and accompanied Zayn and I to the elevator.

“Just go ahead. Don’t mind the bitch that is Louis right now. I’ll try to find out what’s on his ass now.” He told us.

Before the elevator door closes, Niall saw it as Zayn and I exchanged worried looks.

We both know the reason why Louis acted that way.

Louis witnessed that moment when Zayn and I kissed at the top deck earlier.

The very thought of that Louis was the one that caught us kissing for the first time again was somehow very unsettling to both of us. This was Louis Tomlinson we’re talking about. He knows it when there was something going on, and whether his assumptions were right or wrong, he’d act upon it. He was the first one to know there was something on going with me and Harry. He told the fans about me spending the nights with Harry when I was on a rip with Zayn. He was the first one to know that Liam and I had a sober sex one time while I was on a cool off with Zayn but he’s still strong with Danielle. He was the first one to know about mine and Harry’s secret arrangement.

Louis Tomlinson was the person who told Zayn Malik that his beloved Campbelle Brooks was cheating on him, and that she’s fucking Harry Styles behind his back for almost a year.

When Louis disagrees at something, he makes a point to do what he thinks is right. He doesn’t care who’s going to hurt. He wouldn’t give a flying fuck to whatever reason we would throw him.

This was Louis Tomlinson. He’s not the best one to keep a secret, especially if it’s something he totally disagrees with.

Maybe Louis and I reconciled our past issues, but he never said he agreed with Zayn and me trying to fix us back together again.

If I do remember correctly –as he said so himself, Louis Tomlinson he knew long before these mistakes were even made that loving the same girl would bring all of five of them to trouble.

Unfortunately, the name of the said girl that was written by fate to bring them hell on earth was Campbelle Brooks –their very own best friend.

----------(The Way We Are)----------

I fell asleep on Zayn’s car as he drove all the way to Niall’s apartment. I was knocked down as soon as we hit the freeway. He let me sleep, curled with my knees up in my chest on the passenger seat. When I woke up, we were already on the underground parking area of the building.

Zayn’s face was inches away from mine. I woke up to his touch and with him staring at me lovingly. His thumbs were brushing my bare free cheeks delicately, traced along my lips before kissing me on the forehead.

He made it happen. I felt the butterflies back, fluttering wildly in the pit of my stomach.

Zayn Malik was the person who could ever make me feel that very magical feeling.

How I missed the magic all this time.

I stretched my legs and slowly sat straight up but still facing him. “How long was I asleep?”

“Just long enough for me to stare at you sleep soundly.” He said.

“But why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I don’t have a heart to wake you up.” Zayn said thoughtfully. “I missed you.”

“I didn’t leave you, did I?”

“Of course you didn’t, love.” Zayn chuckled lightly. “What I meant to say is that I missed watching you while you’re sleeping. I missed watching you smile when you have a dream. How you frown when you get a nightmare. I missed staring at you while you sleep because it’s when I found you the prettiest.”

At one point, I didn’t understand him. I would certainly not find myself pretty while sleeping, that’s why I was hassled when I found out Zayn had always had the habit of watching me sleep when we were together on the tour.

Zayn was holding onto my wrist, so I slipped my hands into his. They were warm, and it was such a comfort to me.

I forgot that we were still in a middle of a conversation. I was lost staring at his beautiful chocolate eyes that made it difficult to stay focus at what he’s trying to tell me.

“Remember when you went on the Up All Night tour with us for the first time, that night you woke up and caught me in the act while I was staring at you outside your bunk while you were sleeping?” he asked me.

I just nodded back. I never did forget. It was Zayn Malik watching me sleep, how can someone forget that?

“That was the time I saw something different about you. It’s strange, right? It was the first time I saw you as you, the Campbelle Brooks Liam failed to introduce that day we met you. At that moment, something about you says you were a sad girl. You looked the most vulnerable with unexplainable emotions while you sleep. And that’s when I realized, you weren’t lonely, or troubled. You were just being honest.” He explained.

“I’ve never met a girl like you before. There was nothing better than words to describe you, Campbelle. When I look at you sleeping, that’s when I know when you had a tough day or when you had the best time because when you’re asleep, that’s when I found you the most honest.”

After a few seconds, he continued, “And I missed looking at you that way because that was when I finally realized I have been in love with Liam’s best friend all this time.”

Zayn leaned down and left a sweet kiss right on my lips.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had in my life, Campbelle. This time, I’m not letting anything, or anyone, come in between us.”

It was when my stare fell down to my lap.

I don’t want to upset him. His hopes are up for both of us.

Under my breath, I said, “It’s not going to be easy, Zayn.”

I felt bad about it, so I gave his hand a squeeze.

“I love you. Right now, that’s all that matters. Campbelle, you’re all that matters to me.”

I took a moment for myself to digest the words he muttered. Zayn tilted my chin to make me look at him, and I could tell that right now, he was feeling both concerned and confused.

“Let’s pretend that we’re back to that summer of 2010, when we first met you, Campbelle Brooks. Let’s pretend that we’re back to that first time you kissed me on that dare and I finally had the courage to ask you out on a date. Let’s pretend that we’re back on that moment when I told you that I’ve always been in love with you and you told me that you’re all mine. Let’s go back and pretend that we’re on that very night we found ourselves our home, our happiness and you told me ‘I love you’ for the first time ever since then. Let’s pretend that I never asked you to marry me out of rush. Let’s pretend you never told me that forever do not exist. Let’s pretend I never had to ruin our painting and regret the second most stupid decision after letting you go. Let’s pretend that we’re back with a whole heart, nothing placed with regrets. Let’s pretend we both never made a single mistake. Campbelle, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. You’re back, and we’ll make this work again. I promise.”

In the back of my head, I know Zayn was just as scared as I am, might have been more than I do. We’re not sure yet how are we going to explain this. We don’t know how we are going to tell his family about us again. I don’t know how they will accept me again, when in the first place, they never did. All the odds were against the relationship that Zayn and I have, especially now. It’s never going to be easy.

And there’s still in the picture, the fact that Zayn Malik is still official engaged to Perrie Edwards.

Without hesitating with my words, I told him straight, “I still could lose you, Zayn.”

His gaze fell on his lap. I felt his hand grip tighter. “At the end of the day, my thoughts are still torn that there’s a possibility that I could lose you even if I fight with everything I have. I could lose us, again. What if we never get the chance to fix us anymore?”

Finally, I managed to ask him the thing that truly scared me the most at that very second.

“What if she doesn’t let you go Zayn?”

He kept mum. Zayn knew what I meant. Zayn knew who I meant would probably not give up without putting up a fight.

We spent a few more minutes locked in his car where we know we were both safe. Where we both know we weren’t judged by anyone with how close we are. It’s where nothing else matters to us in that very moment, just Zayn and I.

“I’ll walk you to Niall’s and make sure you’re rested before I go.”

Zayn and I were very careful as we make our way up to Niall’s floor. We can’t be careless to get photographed together all by ourselves so we were cautious as we took the flight of stairs to the penthouse.

The house was quiet when we arrived, like nothing happened a few hours back on the very place.

“You can go take a rest in the guest room. I bet Niall’s is a disaster, you know him. Don’t worry, I kept the room tidy. I only slept there last night.” He led me to the guest room before he asked, “Uhm, do you want to eat anything? I bet you’re starving. I could cook anything for you if you want.”

Brows shot up in surprise, I asked, “You cook now?”

“Erm, no…but I’ll try.” Zayn said sheepishly.

“I’m good.” I giggled. “Try not to set fire on this place. Niall will kill us both.”

“Are you sure you’re not hungry?”

I shook my head again. “I’ll just go take a shower and then get some sleep.”

“Okay.”

I went on and closed the door to the guest room.

Even though Zayn mentioned he’s just spent a night in the room, it was already like he stayed there all the time. His sketchbook and pencil were lying on the table next to the made bed. His travelling bag was on the floor, with a few of his t-shirts spewing on top of it. Lying on the side of the bed was a pack of his cigarette. The faint smell of Zayn’s musk cologne was just all over the place. Surprisingly, my small travelling bag was placed next to his.

It was just like home.

I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower to freshen up. After the long refreshing bath, I wrapped myself with a clean spare towel and went out to find my clothes.

Only in time to see Zayn took off his shirt and expose his bare torso in front of me, his bottoms clad with a black boxer shorts.

It wasn’t like we haven’t seen each other in this scene before but I felt the heat crept to my face before I turned around and muttered sorry at him. Simultaneously, Zayn did too.

Should this really be happening? Why the sudden bashfulness?

I heard Zayn chuckled. “This is crazy, you know? Why are we both embarrassed by this? It’s not like we haven’t seen anything yet. I’ve memorized every part of you, Campbelle. I’ve traced by my own hands the contours and divots from your shoulder to your lower back so many times, I’ve memorized it like I’m following a map so I was never lost. I could draw your bare body like how Jack did Rose even without you needing to pose in front of me.”

I wasn’t entirely embarrassed because I was only wearing nothing but a towel.

I missed Zayn. I missed being with him. I missed his touches. I missed how he makes me feel good. I missed everything he does to me without me asking him to. He knows how to make me feel the luckiest woman in the world.

Seeing him half-naked only heightened the fact that I want to be with him again, whether with the odds or not, without the guilt, without any limitations.

And let’s be honest, the sexual frustration in the room was almost suffocating.

I clutched tightly on the white cloth right in my chest. I could feel my heart pounding with raged against it. I could have a heart attack any moment. Should this be really happening? It’s almost like I’m nervous to be locked in a room with him.

I felt Zayn tap me by my shoulder. I glanced at my back as he said, “Here you go,” and gave me a shirt.

It wasn’t mine though. He gave was his t-shirt to wear.

I blushed harder. The shirt he gave me was color red, and he perfectly knows it’s always been my weakness. Oh god.

“T-thank you.” I mumbled softly back at him.

I slipped the shirt over my head before I took the towel off my body. I was still moist. A part of the white shirt stuck on my chest. I didn’t have anything under that thin shirt he gave me. I still felt exposed.

“Campbelle? Is there something wrong?”

I felt Zayn’s cold fingertips as he held me by my arm. His body heat radiated at my back. He was just too close.

But what I don’t understand is why my body not acting the actual wanting for him that was inside my heart. Something stopped me from turning myself around to face him. I crossed my arms and hugged myself. Something felt wrong, like I’m not comfortable to be touched right now. Somewhere in my body, I’m repelling that one touch I’ve been dying for over again.

Suddenly, flashbacks of that night came to my mind. I then realized that I was scared to be touched because of what happened last time with Harry.

Last time I’ve been touched by a man, it was all against my will and it scarred me physically, mentally and emotionally.

Even before I knew it, words were out of my mouth. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t know why I’m saying I’m sorry to him. He didn’t do anything wrong. He wasn’t the one who did this to me. He didn’t violate me. If there’s anything he did to me, it was to hold me so careful that I never broke.

It was I who broke me. I let Harry do that to me. I’ve let the guilt show, and Zayn knows it more than anyone else. Now I can’t even let Zayn touch me because I feel so dirty.

I was guilty for all I did.

He didn’t know what to do. Instead, Zayn wrapped his arms around me from my behind and had me pressed closer to his body. He placed his chin on the crook of my neck and just hugged me tighter.

We stayed that way for a few more minutes, just feeling the warmth of one another. The thin shirt was like it wasn’t there. I could feel him. And I know he could feel me.

Slowly, I slipped my hands off my body so I could hold on to his as I turned around and finally faced him. I didn’t say anything, my own eyes told him I don’t how would I explain this guilt in me.

“You don’t have to be scared. I’m not going to force you to do anything if you don’t want to. I’m not going to touch you if you’re uncomfortable with me.” He paused for a second, and then he said, “You don’t have to tell me, Camp. I know what happened. I know what he did to you. I’m not going to let that happen anymore.”

“It’s not your fault. You were asked out of guilt. Harry didn’t treat you the way you should have been treated. He doesn’t deserve you. He shouldn’t have done that to you.” he said.

“I’m sorry.” I cried. I slipped my arms and wrapped them around Zayn’s neck. “I’m so sorry, Zayn.” His arms found their way back to my tiny waist and brought me closer to him.

“Please, stop saying you’re sorry already.” He whispered back in my ears as I cried on his neck. “I’ve already forgiven you a long time ago. I can’t hold grudges because I love you so much. What happened is in the past now. That doesn’t make me love you less. And certainly, that wouldn’t change the fact that I still want to be with you, Campbelle. We can make love happen again, one more time.”

“It also doesn’t change the fact that I want to kiss you again so much right now. Feel your mouth move in perfect sync with mine. Taste those pink lips that I’ve missed all this time.”

“But you’ll have to let me know now, because if you let me do it I might not be able to stop myself at all.”

Zayn brushed the streak of tears away from my still flushed cheeks.

And without him expecting what I’ll do, I tiptoed up until my lips touched his in one delicate kiss.

It was just innocent. It was so much like it was the first time that we kissed.

In that moment, I wished we stayed the way we are because it was too perfect to break.

Slowly, our lips moved in such motion like the way they did back then. I kept my hands around his neck while his hand was placed at my waist, the left one held on the back of my head as the kiss moved further, harder than the first sweet peck.

We kept on kissing with such passion. I was completely unaware that I got pressed on the wall by Zayn as hands were now back at my waist, slowly, torturously grazing my bare legs, lifting the hem of the shirt I wore until I was entirely exposed underneath.

He cupped my ass and it was my signal to jump so I could wrap my legs at his waist. I could already feel the growing bulge against my core, and I felt myself get wetter by the second.

I was ready for him. I was not going to stop myself for him. I already know, this wasn’t going to be just sex for both of us. We will be making love.

While I had my back pressed on the wall and my legs wrapped at him, Zayn managed to detach our lips from one another to take off the shirt he made me wear, exposing everything to the man I thought already got away.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want me to. Tell me to stop right now before we both lose control. Make me stop-”

“Don’t.”

I bite on his lips and said, “Make me yours. Take me and make me feel that I’m all yours all over again. Make me remember how it feels to be loved by you.”

It wasn’t a request. It was more like begging in my part. I needed to forget how wrong I was handled the whole time. I want to turn on the right path again where it doesn’t hurt, and it’s real.

Zayn looked me in the eyes. It’s like he’s trying to find the honesty of the words I just told him. He wanted to know I wasn’t kidding that I’m letting him back again.

I do. Oh god, I do.

But Zayn did the complete opposite of what I expected him to.

He kissed me back on the lips before he said, “I’ll make us both remember how love made us. I’ll make you remember love like it’s the first time you experienced it.”

Zayn lay me down in the bed as he slowly crawled on top of me, kissing the track from my navel, to the valley below the sternum, my chest, my neck up until he reached my lips. His hands roamed every part of my body, skimmed my bare skin with his touches that once took over me before, and left burning passion in my chest as he did make me remember how his fingertips did wonders to every nerve of my entire body.

I grabbed his face and placed another promising kiss on his lips.

He lowered himself down on top of me, his hips slotting in perfectly with mine the way they always did.

He rolled us over so that we were both on our sides facing each other. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his rock hard length. I hooked my leg over his hip and he entered me quickly. The burning pain shot through me and I pushed Zayn away from my body and made him enter me again in hopes that that pain would have intensified.He wouldn't let me pull away a second time so I wrapped my legs around him and let him mercilessly pound into me.

Zayn flipped me back under him. With a quick shove of his hips he was inside me again.He grabbed onto the headboard above my head for better leverage. I placed my hands on the headboard to keep Zayn from smashing my head through it. The headboard slammed into the wall with a hypnotic rhythm.

With each perfectly timed thrust I could feel the tiny fragments of my soul moving back together to form the broken part of me that I longed for. We were so close to being whole again, I could feel it.

The friction was incredible and I couldn’t keep my eyes open if I had to.

I was moaning his name, loudly enough to be considered a scream.

And I didn’t care at all. Let everyone hear his name.

Zayn didn't even notice, he slammed home and soon he was laying on top of me gasping for breath. I wrapped my arms and legs around him until he could breathe again.

Forgotten was the fact that I might have not taken a pill a day before –I wasn’t sure when was the last time I took the last one actually-, and that Zayn and I was not using protection-

“I ain’t trying to cock block, but we’ve got a child on the house! Mind if you tone the screams a little bit down? She’s asking why Mommy Campy is screaming?!”

Zayn froze. My own voice got stuck on my throat.

“But continue! Don’t mind us here! Finish what you’ve already started! I’ll just cover her ears, or better yet, I’ll tell her the story where babies come from!”

Oh my fucking god.

I covered my face with both hands with embarrassment. Zayn, in complete shock, just froze on top of me and it took a whole minute of him inside me before he asked, “Who was that?!”

I’ve completely forgotten that Mary Anne and little Kelly were left on the house.

----------(The Way We Are)----------

Mary Anne reminded me why she shouldn’t meet the rest of One Direction.

“Congratulations!” she screamed as soon as she saw Zayn and I come out of the room.

“What?” we said in unison.

“You make me so proud! You guys look so cute together! I can’t believe I’m witnessing this-”

“Erm, Zayn…This is Mary Anne Rosewood, she’s my friend from Wolverhampton-,”

“Look at that after-sex glow!”

“Oh my god! Mary Anne! Are you on crack?!”

“Eh, is she your child?”

“No-”

“Oh, yes! Kelly, say hello to Uncle Zayn!”

It was as if Mary Anne has been feeding Kelly with sugar and sticky glue, the kid ran to Zayn and wrapped her limbs around his legs, giggling just like she’s known him all her life.

With a huge grin on his face –an indicator that he’s overwhelmed with joy- Zayn picked Kelly up and cradled her on his arms like he’s already got an experience as a father.

The look suits him very well.

Imagine if I said yes when he asked me to marry him three years ago. We’d be the happiest married couple by now. Zayn and I… with a child, or two… a family to call our own…

I kept staring at the two of them, staring at how cute Kelly played with Zayn’s face.

Then Kelly reached for me. I thought she wanted me to get her, but instead, she pulled me towards her and Zayn, and we were all in a tight hug by the little kid.

She’s an actual angel, I tell you.

With a mother like Mary Anne, I think Kelly’s just adopted.

“You know what, if she wasn’t my child, I’d totally think you’re family. The family image quite suits you very well, I should say.”

“Sorry to say, but that’s my child. Zayn Malik, I think Camp’s uterus is capable of holding a baby for nine months. Give me back my child!” Mary Anne snatched Kelly out of Zayn’s.

And then she added, “Haven’t you quite been finished making one earlier?”

----------(The Way We Are)----------

Zayn left a little later after having brunch with me, Mary Anne and Kelly. The little kid has instantly got too attached to him, and Zayn actually having fun playing with her. It was a nice change having to see Zayn being happy after all that’s happened.

I went to take a nap after Zayn left. It was surprisingly a nice rest. I was thankful that somehow I quite got the peace I needed.

Mary Anne was having a cup of tea in the kitchen when I got out of the guest room.

She called me to sit next to her. “Here, I made you a cup of tea too.”

“Thank you.” I told at her, the aroma of the freshly made mint tea lingering my nose.

“Have you quite got a rest?”

“I managed.” I smiled. “Where’s Kelly?”

“Finally put her to sleep. My kid is a ball of energy.”

I chuckled. “Like mother, like daughter.”

“Speaking of mother and daughter… Aileen called me and asked about you.”

And with that, my smile disappeared once again.

“You can’t push yourself away from this one, Camp. Your mum’s worried. So many things are happening around you right now and she knows you’re not ready to face any of this. She knows you aren’t stable yet to face the fact that you found the father that left both of you seventeen years ago. Aileen understands that you can’t face him yet, she can’t force you either. But still, it stands that this is something you’ll need to face whether you like it or not. Aileen doesn’t want to do it alone; she needs you too, Campbelle. If it’s hard for you, imagine you mother’s tripled.”

I just kept shaking my head.

“You’re on the process of changing your life. Aileen’s not asking you to forgive that man. She just wants to penetrate that hard shell you’re closed in and try to see if the child she knew before is still there. If you won’t open, how would you know the real purpose of why he’s back? What if this means something great could happen?”

That’s not how it’s going to be.

Finally, I mustered the words to tell her. “You know what hurts the most? It’s not because he just left us and chose to live his own selfish life. He gave up on us. He gave up and tore the love we all believe in. I crumpled down because the only stable foundation I had back then collapsed like two towers all over me. Nobody even tried to save me.”

“Because you closed your own self, Campbelle-”

I cut in and screamed back at Mary Anne, “Because I needed to save my own self! There was nothing else to do! I had nobody else!”

“Aileen been there-,”

“It was different. Mum loved him so much. She believed in love. What would you expect from a six year old girl who saw what love did to her family? There was no other way but to detest it.” I told her. “Love isn’t for everybody.”

“You’d understand me now, Mary Anne. Your child’s father left you too. Imagine me if I was Kelly now. How would you explain to her that your husband left you and now is back? What if she asks you, does that mean he loves you again?”

I didn’t expect Mary Anne would just snicker. “He’s technically never been a husband. Actually, Camp, there was never a father to begin with.”

My brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Even though it would hurt her, the day will come when I just have to tell my child that she’s not made out of love.” I watched Mary Anne carefully as she pauses for a while, pondering out how to explain it, and then finally she said, “If you were Kelly, I’d tell her straight, ‘Honey, your father left us because he’s gay.”

“What?”

“Let’s not talk about that anymore. What matters right now is that I could have a bright chance with Niall Horan! I’m currently his penthouse, having a cup of his bloody Irish tea from his Irish sexy teacup-”

“Niall’s gay too.”

I wouldn’t even realize that those words actually slipped out of my mouth if I didn’t see the former exuberance on Mary Anne’s face changed to pure horror.

I saw how Mary Anne’s eyes nearly bulge out of her socket. “You’re kidding…”

I bit on my lips. “I wish I am, but this time, no, I’m not.”

Mary Anne has gone mute for a few minutes. I stared at her completely worried she might not be able to move on with what I confessed.

“Goddamn it! Why do I always end up liking boys who likes boys too?!”

This time, I finally cracked a smile.

Mary Anne muttered curses under her breath and I just shook my head, smiling as I watched my friend threw a tantrum because her fantasy about making leprechaun love with Niall Horan was all this time actually against the rainbow movement.

Suddenly, we heard the doorbell ringed.

“I’ll get it.”

My smile instantly vanished as soon as the faces of Mitchie and Perrie Edwards came in view, standing on the front door, surprised me

“What are you doing here?”

“Last time, I realized it was a little rude that I just sent you the invitation for our engagement party through parcel. So this time, well, I was hoping to see you personally so I can give this to you.”

Perrie handed me a small white envelope.

I already knew what’s in it.

History just repeated itself, but now it just got better.

“It’s our wedding invitation.” She smirked. “I just can’t delay it anymore. Zayn and I are finally getting married next week! Oh, and don’t worry. I’ve already told the media you’re not gatecrashing this anymore.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? What wedding? Zayn just-”

I held my hand to Mary Anne before she makes the scene worst.

“Please shut your mouth. You’re not included in this conversation.” Mitchie told Mary Anne.

“Oh, and you are?” my new friend spat back at my former bitch friend.

As Mitchie and Mary Anne bickered at the side, Perrie and I were quiet, just staring at each other.

I wasn’t prepared for this, but with the smug look at Perrie’s face, it looks like she’s been prepared to take me down for a very long time. It was like she’s been waiting for this confrontation to finally happen her whole life.

“You think I’ll give Zayn up that easily because you’re back? Do you honestly think I’ll fade away in the picture so you can have your happily ever after do continue? You think I’ll let you have Zayn that easily just because you two kissed? Just because you made him realize he’s been missing home this entire time, and you’re actually the home he missed?” Perrie smirked, “Well, you’re a delusional bitch after all.”

“Speak for yourself.” Mary Anne scoffed.

“Would you just shut the fuck up, you hag?!” Perrie screamed back at her, making both Mary Anne and I stunned.

“Just leave, please.”

Perrie threw the invitation on the floor and said, “I’ll see you in my wedding.”

Perrie and Mitchie turned their backs at us, but then Perrie pivoted her heels and faced me again, “Oh, and one more thing,”

She took advance steps towards me again, and before I even knew it, Perrie Edwards slapped me hard on my left cheek.

“That’s for everything you’ve messed ever since you came back. Zayn is mine. Get that thought in your head, Campbelle Brooks.”

And with that, they left.

Somehow, I knew I deserved that slap in the face. I was actually expecting more than just a slap. Perrie was still the official fiancée after all.

I knew it long ago someone like Perrie wouldn’t be the first one to draw flags that easily.

I turned my back and shut the door, only to see Mary Anne looked murderous.

“Did- Did that woman just call me ‘h-hag’?”

I slowly nodded at her.

“THAT’S IT!” Mary Anne exploded. Her voice so loud, I bet the whole building heard her scream.

“I WILL MAKE THAT STUPID BLONDE BITCH’S WEDDING A TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT MUSIC VIDEO! I WILL SO MAKE IT HAPPEN EVEN IF IT’S THE LAST FUCKING THING I’LL HAVE TO DO!”

I was actually terrified of the words coming out of Mary Anne’s mouth.

Oh no…

“And Campbelle… WELL, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU’RE GOING TO BE TAYLOR SWIFT IN THE VERY FUCKING END!”

Weapons have finally been raised.

Defenses are straight up high.

Everyone now take your sides.

The war between Team Perrie Edwards and Team Campbelle Brooks has just started.

It was sure one hell of a bloodbath you wouldn’t want to miss.

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