Scandal | H.S.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖

    I saw that the message had delivered, but she hasn't replied. This triggered my anger more, and now I was seething. She should be fixing this, not me. I'm not the one who's supposed to reach out anyway, she should talk to me, not the other way around.

    Jeff stood from where he was seated and placed a hand on my shoulder.

    "It's 6am in LA Harry, she's probably just fallen asleep, they were partying til quarter past 5. She'll get back to you. Plus you should be preparing for tonight's show. It's Manchester night!" He tries to sound excited towards the end of his statement, which made me smile.

    Tonight I perform in my hometown, at the 02 Apollo in Manchester. It's a relatively smaller arena, but I just want something a bit intimate before I perform here again next year. My mom, sister, and a few childhood friends are going to be watching, and Camille of course.

    The last month with Camille has been a whirlwind, some days we're fine, like we are most days, some days she's rather clingy than normal, but on other days, she's distant, and it's as if she didn't want to talk to me. It's actually quite surprising that she managed to hide herself from fans, and the media. Camille has been understanding about the whole PR stuff, saying she doesn't mind, but on some days, I'll catch her looking at photos that Kenna and I have posted on our social medias and just stare blankly at it.

    My thoughts were interrupted by my front door opening, my mom sauntering in with Gemma in tow. They both look so happy, mom's smile reaching her ears, and Gemma smiling, but not as wide as my mom was.

    "Oh my baby!" My mom exclaims as I walk to greet her, taking my face in her hands and placing a kiss on both cheeks. She then pulls me in a hug, but I don't think crushing my bones til I couldn't breathe is considered a hug.

    "Mom, I can't breathe." I managed to mutter out through breathes, and she releases me from her hug, smiling apologetically.

    "My baby brother's finally going to live his Elvis dream." Gemma coos, pinching my cheeks which I scowl at. This earns a laugh from my mom, Gemma, Jeff and Mitch. We were all in the living room now, just sitting and having a cup of tea, my mom's orders.

    "So, H, where's Camille?" My mom asks, and as I was about to answer her, I noticed Gemma roll her eyes, and Mitch do the same. I furrowed my brows but decided to just talk to them about it later.

    "She said she'll meet us there." I say with a shrug, my mom sends me a tight-lipped smile, but this just confuses me even more. I look to Jeff who just shrugs.

    "Okay, what's going on?" I ask, placing my cup on the coffee table, peering my eyes from Mitch, to Gemma, to Jeff, then finally to my mom.

    "Nothing honey, nothing's going on." My mom reassured, but this just made me furrow my brows even more. I look to her, then to Gemma who just groaned.

    "We don't like Camille, H." Gemma says bluntly.

    "Gemma!" My mom scolds, looking to my sister with a disapproving look.

    "What? He should know the truth." Gemma says with a shrug, I look to Jeff and Mitch who just avoid my glance.

    "And why don't you like her?" I ask, looking solely at Gemma who I know wouldn't give me a fake and sugar coated answer.

    "Well, for starters, she acts like she's riding on a high horse, she thinks she's Ms. Untouchable because she has you by her side. Second, she treats your team like trash, it's still a mystery to me why you fail to see that. She doesn't even bother to make conversation, with me, or your band, or even Jeff! All she cares about is your opinion, and mom's obviously. She's rude too sometimes, saying me-"