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Camila's POV:
The girls and I were dancing the night away. We were having a great time with the boys. It was a great distraction from everything stressful and unwanted. I definitely needed this night out.
We were laughing and signing along to the songs the DJ was playing and went crazy when they started to play one of each of our songs. The club went wild as well since they knew we were in there. It was a sight to see for sure. Just one thing was missing. Well, one person.
Alex.
Since the moment we got here and she was pulled away from us we have yet to set eyes on the young heiress and I wasn't the only one who was worrying/missing her. Every once in awhile I could see Harry searching the crowd to find his girl.
After a couple of more songs on the dance floor, we all decided to retire to our table to take a little break though Dinah and Normani were still dancing on the couch as we sat down. There were no real breaks to dancing Dinah stated. It didn't matter. My feet were killing me and I just wanted to sit down. Heels were wonderful and all, but a killer when it came to standing and dancing on them for so long.
Louis and Zayn ordered us more drinks while we all situated ourselves at the table. Harry was still bobbing his head up and down the venue.
"Relax, she's with your ex. What's the worst that can happen?" Liam stated as he pulled his band mate into a tight embrace from behind, almost stumbling forward due to the force of the hug. Liam was definitely feeling the alcohol at this point. I was sure most of us were on another level.
"Do you not realize how bad that just sounded, mate?" Niall laughed and patted Harry on the back. "Don't worry, though. I've got my eyes on her," he pointed in the direction of another table just across from us.
Harry nearly bolted out of his position to come to the aid of his girlfriend but was held down by a drunken Liam and a laughing Niall.
"Relax, Hare. She looks like she's having a good time," Niall observed.
I turned my attention towards the heiress and saw her laughing and clinging onto a laughing Kendall while one of their friends started splashing passerby club goers with champagne and other liquid courage they had at their disposal. The crowd was going crazy with their antics in hopes of acquiring their attention even more.
"I'll be back," Harry grumbled and pulled away from Liam and Niall before making his way through the crowd to get his girlfriend.
I watched as he made his way to his destination and he went straight to check on her. It didn't look like he approved of the state he was in because he was angrily questioning the people at the table. He seemed to be now arguing both of the Jenner girls with disgust on his face.
After what seemed to be a heated discussion between the exes, he lifted up a now sleepy looking Alex and trudged his way back to us. Once they reached us, I was now able to see that Alex wasn't in the right mind. Her eyes were fighting to stay up and she was not making any sense. She was basically a talking doll in Harry's arms.
"Wow, she was definitely letting loose tonight," Dinah commented as she saw how Alex looked.
"Not now, Dinah," Harry hissed. He then turned to Liam and the boys. "I'm taking her home. If you guys want to stay, I'll call for a ride or something so you guys can take the van."
The boys stood up as well and so did me and the girls.
"Eh, we'll go with you. I think we're done for the night as well," Ally stated before making her way through the crowd with the others. Niall lagged behind with Harry to make sure that Alex was okay.
I was sitting beside Lauren and Normani while the others were scatted all around the big van. Harry and Alex were situated in the back seat and I could tell by Harry's expression that he was widely concerned about the state she was in. She was no unconscious and not responding to the soothing sound of Harry's words.
He really cared for and it made me feel... I don't know. Something.
I tore my eyes away due to that unknown feeling and the nagging voice in my head saying that I should be the one comforting. It always made me feel frustrated whenever I saw those two interacting and I still had no clue as to why. Instead, I just pushed away the thoughts like usual and engulfed myself in a conversation with Lauren and Normani.
When we arrived, we all trudged our way to the elevator not knowing we were this tired from the night until we set our feet out of the car.
"Geez, I'm just going to knock out once my head hits to pillows," Dinah yawned while resting her body against the elevator wall.
"Amen to that, sister," Normani quickly agreed leaning against the leaning Dinah.
"Is she all right?" I heard Lauren whisper besides Harry as he continued to carry the unconscious Alex in his arms.
He shook his head and looked down at the sleeping heiress who has yet to wake up from her slumber. She was out for the count and that worried not Harry but the others. It made them all sober up pretty quickly.
The ding of the elevator signaled our exit of the elevator. All the girls exited the elevator as I lagged slowly behind. I was keeping my attention on the girl who had caught my attention since I first laid my eyes on her. Even unconscious she still held my attention.
"Camz, you coming?" Lauren called out noticing my delay.
I nodded and continued my pathway to our room, taking one last glance at the girl in the arms of another. I bit back my jealousy and continued to our room.
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Your POV:
"Wakey, wakey, drunkey, drunkey," I felt a finger jab against my stomach a number of times, which didn't feel good with the state I was in. Plus, it was annoying but I couldn't bring myself to move.
I was sore all over and my head was pounding like a jackhammer. I didn't think it was possible to be this hungover, especially over one drink. Damn. My tolerance must have went down since the accident.
The poking continued.
"Sofi, stop it," I moaned as I shifted away from the pointy finger. The poking had stopped for a second before continuing on at my back. "Sofi, I'm not feeling okay. Please, stop."
"Alex, wake up," she poked.
"Let me sleep, Sofi. I told you I'm not feeling okay," I moaned again, hoping for her to stop.
"And whose fault is that? You shouldn't have drank that much, Alex," she stated.
"I only had one drink," I swore before feeling a wave of nausea making its way to the top. I pushed it away.
Sadly, it didn't last. The feeling of nausea returned and I sat up quickly, which caused me to feel even more sick, and rushed to grab something to contain the contents that were about to come out. Thankfully nothing did, but the dry heaving sucked. My ribs were healed but dry heaving made it feel like it was bruised all over again.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Breathe. Just breathe. Here, take this."
I looked up to see Sofi was replaced the image of Tyler as he pushed a bottle of water towards my lips and I allowed the cold liquid to go down my throat. It was quite soothing. My throat was completely dry and I didn't even notice.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, Ty. Probably worse than the time we chugged a whole bottle of jager," I stated before I sat up against the headboard.
Tyler grabbed my hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. He brought it to his lips and kissed it just like Charlie would do in order to make me feel better.
"You've hung out with Charlie was too much, Ty," I chuckled before earning another wave of nausea.
This time I knew it was going to be bad. I pushed Tyler aside before making a beeline for a trash bin which was in the bathroom.
After I threw up everything remaining in my stomach, I made a huge mistaking in trying to stand up. The blood quickly drained from my head and all I was seeing was black before I collided with a firm chest and arms.
"Alex," A voice started to fade into hearing. "Alex, can you hear me? Show me your eyes." I now recognized the voice to be Charlie.
He was gently shaking my shoulders in order to stir me away from my slumber.
"There's your pretty eyes," he smiled when he saw me slowly opened my eyes. "You had me worried there for a second, Alex."
"What happened?" I groaned as I was gently brought into a sitting position with the help of Charlie. I noticed that I was not in my bed but on the floor.
"You fainted."
"Wh-, when? How?"
Weird. I guessed I had slept-walked while dreaming. It felt all too real. Even more real than the other dreams I have had.
"It doesn't matter. You're fine now and that's all that matters," he smiled down at me but I saw the concern his eyes. He wasn't telling me something and it was worrying him and now me.
"Charlie-"
"Let's get you something in your stomach other than water. We need to help soak up whatever you drank last night," Charlie cut in and stood before I could protest.
He gently brought me up to a standing position in a slow pace. Thankfully no feelings of nausea came through this time and I breathed in a sigh of relief. We made our way to the kitchen.
"So, how are you feeling?"
"Hazy, nauseated, sick, like shit," I listed as I sat upon the counter.
"Well, hopefully this makes you feel better," Charlie placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of me. "Once you're up for it we can go into the city and grab some real food to help with your stomach."
"Sounds good to me."
While I was taking each spoon full nice and easy, I couldn't help but notice Charlie's constant staring as he sat beside me. His constant stare wasn't annoying or anything like that. It felt like he was observing me more than just staring off liked he used to.
We returned to the hotel after a nice walk around the city and eating the greasiest of food in order to absorb any of the alcohol that was still lingering in my system. I was feeling a lot better, not 100%, but better.
"Everything alright?" He turned away towards as if feeling my eyes on him.
"I can ask you the same thing?" I countered as I sat across from him on the couch.
He quirked his eyebrows to emphasize his confusion with my sudden comeback. So I continued.
"What's been going on with you today? You've been zoning out and staring at me all day. I would be flattered and all but I have a sense it's not about my beauty," I smiled but soon faltered when I noticed Charlie's distress on the subject.
Charlie sighed and looked down at his fidgeting hands that were on his knees. He was nervous to speak to me, which was a first because Charlie was all about talking about troubles and stuff. He wasn't even nervous to talk to me about where babies came from, periods, sex and all those other embarrassing topics. But now, now he was the most nervous I have ever seen him.
Why?
"Charlie," I reached for his hand.
"You talked in your sleep," he breathed out in a hushed tone.
I talked in my sleep?
"And? Did I say something bad?"
"And... You said some things," he was beating around the bush.
"Charlie, just tell me," I pushed. I wanted to know.
"You were talking to Sofi and Tyler. Actually, you were talking to me, but you thought I was Sofi and Tyler while I was trying to check on you," he explained.
Now I knew why he held that concerned stare towards me. He thought I was having a mental breakdown. Hell, I used to think I was having a mental breakdown from time to time.
"Charlie-"
"How long has this been going on?"
I did not see that as the sentence coming out of his mouth. I was expecting more on the lines of, 'are you feeling okay?' or 'do we need to call Dr. Limex?'
I thought back to what Ally had told me. Let someone in. Talk to them. Charlie was now the only person alive that I fully trusted with everything that was me. I guessed I should start letting him in again then as well.
"Since I woke up from the accident," I sighed. Relieved that it was no longer a burden on my shoulder but now worried on what Charlie was about to say.
After avoiding his eyes once I confessed, the silence was too much for me to handle. I relinquished my control and allowed myself to look up at him. He seemed to be deep in thought and didn't even notice my stare. I was shocked to see that his facial expression showed nothing. Not even surprise or worry. It was just blank.
"Alex, I have-"
Before he could finish his sentence, the door to the suite was calling to us as someone was knocking on it. Saved by the door.
"Please, drop it. I promise we can talk about it later," I pleaded before wiping the stray tear that had escaped me and pushed myself out of the chair. I opened the door to reveal a relieved looking Harry. "Hey," I smiled up at him, happy for a distraction from the tense conversation Charlie and I were having.
"Hey," he smiled back and revealed a bouquet of flowers from behind his back."It's an I'm sorry for dragging you out with us and for not watching over you as I promised I would."
I couldn't help but smile at his gesture. Plus, he was adorned with a nice button up and slacks. His face had his cheesy and lovable smile that he knew I could never resist. He was too adorable.
"Well then, I think you should be giving those to Charlie. You know you never have to apologize to me," I let him into the suite and walked back to where Charlie was. "Harry has some apology flowers for you," I said as Harry walked behind me.
"Appropriate gesture, Mr. Styles. I accept your apology. Just make sure it doesn't happen again," Charlie warned.
"It won't happen again, I promise. I knew I shouldn't have trusted Kendall and Kylie," Harry stated, anger now clear in his eyes.
"Hey, it's okay. Nothing bad happened. They were just trying to get me to have fun," I tried to make up an excuse for how I acted last night. I mean, I let myself go. It wasn't anybody's fault.
"Yeah by giving you something extra in your drink," he revealed. He sighed seeing my confused face. "They thought if you had a little boost with your drink then you would lighten up more and have more fun. So they added a little dose of something. They didn't think it would affect you as much as it did," he relented.
That would explain it. I knew I was a light weight, but not that much of a light weight. Sadly, I wasn't too shocked to hear that they drugged me without me knowing. We used to do it to each other all the time at parties and events like last night. It was a little prank. Something we would laugh about later on. But now, I wasn't laughing so much.
"Well, that explains it," I sighed. "What's done is done, I guess," I stood up and headed for my room. "Well, let's get this show on the road."
We were now on our way to another city for another leg of the tour and another leg of my press publicity. I was happy to be in the place and out of the flashing lights and nagging shouts. Since the news broke out about what had happened last night, the paparazzi were relentless to get any kind of information from the group.
Nagging questions were thrown at us once we left the car and tried our best to walk into the airport. Questions that consisted of my recovery, my relapse, my alcohol consumption, and such. It was annoying and frustrating since I couldn't exactly say anything without bringing down Kendall and Kylie. So instead, I stayed silent, ducked my head into my hooded jacket, and made my way into the airport with the help of our bodyguards and security.
I sat on a lounge chair while everybody else was buzzing with excitement for the new city. They were getting hyped about their next concerts while I was wondering how I was going to talk to Charlie. We haven't had time to speak privately about what I had told him and his constant staring was starting to scare me. Though I was glad he never approached me knowing I wouldn't want to talk about it while people were around. He, instead, patiently waited until we would reach the next city and were alone in our hotel room. While he was calm about it, I was anxiously biting my nails.
"That's not a good habit," I turned towards the person who spoke and was greeted with brown eyes and a comforting smile. "I should know, I used to do it all the time when I was anxious or nervous," she smiled down at me. "Mind if I join you?"
I simply nodded, not trusting my voice to work properly.
Camila sat down across from me and we held a small staring contest since none of us knew what to say to each other. After the whole encounter on the roof thing, it seemed we were both doing a great job at avoiding each other.
"So," Camila coughed out. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling better than when I woke up," I answered, smiling at her attempt of conversation and allowed the small topic to run its course.
"That's good. We were worried for you for a minute," she smiled back, happy to hear my answer.
"Just for a minute?" I cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her.
"All right, maybe two or three minutes," she chuckled at my antics.
"Well, I am glad that I have someone like you caring for me," I stated, not really knowing where that had come from. I coughed in hopes she didn't catch that, though I knew she did.
"You do have Harry to care for you. He's really a great guy," she replied, now fidgeting with her hands. She now seemed to be avoiding my gaze. I guessed I had made her a little uncomfortable. Just great.
"He is. He is a great friend to have," I stated, turning my gaze towards Harry who was now goofing around with Liam and Ally.
"You mean your boyfriend, right?"
I turned my head towards her again to find that she was staring towards me as well. Her eyes filled with curiosity.
"No, we're just friends," I shook my head. "The media tends to over analyze my friendships with guys and always think I'm dating them. Especially with Harry since we tend to be together a lot. But Harry is just a friend," I confirmed for her.
I didn't know why I felt the need to explain my relationship with Harry to her but for some reason I wanted her to know. She seemed to be relieved by the answer and smiled up towards me.
"Well, you have a good friend by your side then."
"Yeah, I do," I smiled while staring back at Harry. "I hope to have more than one friend during this tour, though," I turned back to her gave her a smile as well.
"Me too," she returned and smiled back at me.