Part 2
I woke up on Monday morning at 9 o'clock. I was excited, nervous and anxious. It was my first day at work with my Dad. I flung my covers off my body and shivered as the cold air kissed my warm skin. I turned on my speakers and blasted some Paramore out of it. I jumped in the shower and washed my long brown hair. When the hot water turned cold and it was 9:30 I jumped out the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I quickly got dry and slipped into some underwear. I walked over to my wardrobe while raving to a little bit of DJ Fresh. I picked out my beige chinos and a tight white top with a black loose crop top. I slipped into them and began to apply some make-up, I liked my make-up a little bit natural. I straightened my hair section by section so it didn't poof up when I got out the house. Once I was happy with my appearance I brushed my teeth and grabbed my guitar and my phone and made my way down the stairs.
"You ready sweetie?" I heard my father ask from the kitchen.
"Yep. Nearly." I grabbed a cup and made myself some coffee while I ate a single piece of toast. Once I was finished my Dad stood up and looked at his watch.
"Come on we are going to be late!" I dropped everything and ran to the car with my dad behind me.
"Someone's eager." I simply laughed at him.
"I'm just excited to have a job with my dad." He ruffled his hand through my hair making me groan and fix it, he chuckled at me.
"That's sweet."
"It gets me out of the house and away from my mother." I said the word with hatred. My Dad just sighed and we spent the rest of the car journey in silence. Of course I could drive but my Dad would always drive if it was me and him. The drive took around 20 minutes and we arrived at 10:05, 5 minutes late. I sighed and jumped out of my Dad's pickup truck. I grabbed my guitar and flung it over my shoulder. I slotted my phone into my back pocket and followed my Dad into the small building. I knew my way around here but it had been ages since I had been here and it felt surreal. Last time I was here I was 13 and my family were together and weren't falling apart. That was before my Dad got famous. I don't blame my Dad he wanted this so bad that I can only admire him for his strength and perseverance. I smiled at all the people we passed in the corridor on the way down to a hug room at the end where he would jam with the stars. My dad turned the handle and walked in. I hesitated before stepping into the room. My Dad was casually greeting the boys, I coughed slightly and smiled at them.
"Oh guys I want you to meet my Daughter. Cameron." Every single one of them ginned. I got a good look at them all were gorgeous but one person caught my eye the most. He was at the back staring at me with a smile on his gorgeous face. I blushed. The individually came up to me and introduced themselves.
"Hi. I'm Niall." He was small with blonde hair with dark roots, he huge blue eyes and an adorable accent.
"Hey, it's nice to meet you." He nodded and the next one stepped forward.
"Vas 'Appenin? I'm Zayn." I chuckled and shook his hand. he had olive skin and the most amazing dark eyes with dark hair. I said 'Hi' and again he walked away and the next one stepped forward. He had dirty blonde curly hair that was swept across his forehead. He had the cutest button nose.
"Hi I'm Liam."
"Nice to meet you." The next one obviously had girls falling over him all the time. He was tall with chocolate curly hair and light green eyes that normally I would have fallen for. It was fair to say he was gorgeous.
"Hi I'm Harry."
"Hi." I managed. He walked away and the last person to introduce themselves was the guy I had caught looking at me earlier. He was a little taller than me, he looked around my age maybe a little older. He had brown straight hair that was cut a little shorter than Liam's and was swept over his forehead as well. His bright blue eyes staring straight into my green ones. A small smile on his lips. I felt butterflies surge into my stomach and my palms become sweaty.
"Hi, I'm Louis." I grinned at him. Louis.
"Hi, it's..er…nice to meet you." I stuttered.
"The pleasure is all mine really." I laughed and hung my head before taking in a deep breath and looking him in the face. I took his hand within mine and electricity shit through me. Oh God. He was amazing.
"Cammie, why don't you sit down." I was snapped out of my gaze and I dropped Louis' hand, I saw the smile fade slightly from his lips.
"Oh Okay." My Dad motioned to a stool in the middle of the room.
"Well I have to go fill some paper work I will be back in about an hour. Cammie why don't you show them how you jam?" My heart rate picked up for 2 things. 1) I was being left with these sex Gods for an hour on my own? and 2) I was going to make a fool of myself in front of them if I jam.
"I-I don't know…" My Dad had already left the room. I sighed and looked at the boys who were now sitting in front of me on the sofa.
"Come on then, we have to be sure that we are employing the right person." Harry winked at me. I took a deep breath.
"Fine." They all clapped at me and I swung my guitar round to the front of my body. I closed my eyes and began to strum on my trusty guitar. Again I had no idea what I was playing until it was time to sing. I was playing Paramore's Decode. I sang along still with my eyes closed again in my own little world. I remember listening to the song and thinking it was great until I found out it was on Twilight. I still loved the song and I regularly played it. I stopped singing and stopped playing, I opened my eyes and smiled at the boys. All with their mouths open in a 'O' shape. I laughed.
"You are amazing." I heard Niall tell me.
"Thanks but really I'm not."
"Yes you so are!" They all yelled at me. I raised my hands as if to protect myself.
"Okay Okay! Seriously you guys will give me a heart attack." They all laughed.
The rest of the day was spent getting to know each other and jamming with my Dad. Me and Niall got on so well, it was like we were long lost best friends. We had a lot in common and we would chat for ages. He was a cutie. Zayn was pretty funny, I could tell that he is the type that would stand up for his friends and won't take no shit. I admire him for that, something that we both have in common. Liam was the protective one. You could just tell. He was pretty cool, I could tell me and him get on so well, he reminded me of my friend that moved to America the other year. We had gotten on really well and I was devastated when he left. Harry was the cheeky one, I mentally noted that I would have to introduce him to my Lucy. He was cool, sweet and cared about my life. Louis. Louis is amazing. No exaggerations. He was funny, cute, cheeky and he took an actual interest in me as a person. We spent 2 hours just talking about ourselves getting to know each other, not once did he look bored. He was amazing, he turned 19 in December while I turned 19 in May. I know I had known him for like a day but already I could feel some sort of connection. He was amazing. They were all amazing.
They took my mind of my chaotic life for a day and for that I am truly thankful.
"Come on Cammie we best be getting home." I stopped laughing and sighed. I checked the time, it was 6 and I suppose it was getting late. I stood up and so did the others. I said goodbye to them all and as always saved Louis for last.
"Bye Cammie. Today was nice. You back tomorrow?" I just nodded. He smiled and pulled me into a hug. I wasn't expecting that at all, I wrapped my arms around him and returned the hug. I felt him slip something into my back pocket. My heart rate soared. I pulled away and shouted a bye to the guys and quickly excited the room. I turned around to see Louis still grinning at me. My life seemed good, that was until I stepped through the door of my home.
"Cameron is that you!" My mother yelled from her room. I sighed and gritted my teeth. here we go.
"Yes it is."
"Come here!" She screamed at me. I dragged my feet along the floor until I reached the stairs and slowly climbed up them. I walked down the long corridor and reached my parent's room. I shut the door behind me.
"Yes." I was blunt and showed no emotion. Nothing different from me normally.
"You stole my coco chanel perfume." Oh how ridiculous. Seriously I have my own perfume.
"I did no such thing!" I became outraged. How could she accuse me of such a thing.
"Oh yeah so what's that smell you are wearing?"
"My own coco chanel my Dad brought me last month." I raised my voice.
"I don't believe you! Why would Steve buy you perfume?"
"Because I helped him out and he brought me a present! Because he LOVES me." I shouted at her. She took a step back at my outburst. "I bet I know where the perfume is anyway."
"Go on then!" I walked into the bathroom and opened the cabinet where she keeps her perfume. I dug right to the back and sure enough there is was under a thick layer of dust. I walked back into the bedroom and shoved it into her face.
"See that proves you did know where it was!" I shook my head.
"NO! I knew where it was because that's were it has been for the past 6 months!"
"Get out my room you bitch!" She yelled at me.
"GLADLY. You know what mum I still love you because how could I not love my own mum but I'm obviously not worthy of you Love. I'M SORRY I'M NOT ZOEY!" I screamed at her. She didn't answer. "IT'S BEEN 6 YEARS MUM! I know it will never be the same but try at least! SHOW YOUR OTHER KIDS SOME LOVE!" I screamed at her and left the room. I slammed the door behind me which made the pictures on the wall shake. I didn't care. I ran to my bedroom just as the tears began to flow. I had pulled out the Zoey card. Something I hadn't done for years.
Zoey was my younger sister. She died when I was 13 just before Christmas. She was my twin. I was two people and then I became 1. It killed my family. She was run over by some maniac. She died at the scene. That was when my mum lost it. Zoey was always the academic one, the clever one, the one everyone adored. She was the favourite. I miss my Zoey so much. I wiped away my tears and got up from my place on the floor. I walked over to my wall that was covered in pictures and lyrics. I looked at the one on our 13 birthday. We were smiling and we were happy. I hadn't been whole since that fatal day, November 20th. The Day my other half was lost and the day my family began to fall apart.
I sniffed and remembered the piece of paper Louis slipped into my back pocket earlier today. I reached and drew it out of my tight pocket. I re-read it a few times to make sure that what I was reading was right.
Hey Gorgeous, you amazed me today. Call me. Louis xxx
He had written his number below in his perfect handwriting. I grabbed my phone and typed his number into my phone and saved it under, Louis 3. I smiled through the dry tears. Today was different…to say the least.