Catch Me || h.s

2. Taylor Olivia Brooks

•Cece's POV•

"Oh my god Harry!" I mutter trying to get him up. I have never gotten drunk in the game never have I ever because I have never done the things people assume I've done.

"Why haven't you had a boyfriend?" Harry asks me pulling on my arm causing me to fall on his lap.

"Because I don't like relationships." I reply trying to get off of him but he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on the crook of my neck. I fight the urge to scream and push him off of me.

"But you're pretty, have boys ever tried anything with you?" He continues.

"Yeah but I don't let them." I laugh nervously.

"You smell like shampoo." He mumbles sniffing my arm.

"Thanks." I reply hesitantly. I don't know if it's a compliment or not.

"Ok you're drunk." I chuckle. He lets go of me and sprawls himself out on the couch falling asleep. I open the blinds to see people still outside the house. I thought celebrities had other things to do than to stalk a sixteen year old girl.

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I'm startled when the four boys walk in the door with Simon Cowell following behind them. "Cece Diaz how would you like to be signed to-"

"No, sorry." I cut him off and lift Harry's legs while sitting underneath them on the couch. I turn on the TV avoiding Simons explanations.

"I think you have so much talent and you can make it big." Simon explains.

"Thank you, it means a lot." I reply.

"Stop ringing!" Harry whines. I stare at the drunk boy confused. He pulls out my phone from under the pillow and puts it to his ear.

"Hello?" He answers thinking it was his phone.

"It's Harry, Cece is right next to me." He states. I watch as his eyes go from tired to frightened. Eyes so wide, I'm actually scared myself and I don't even know what's going on.

"Uh yeah I'll drive her there. She'll be right there." Harry finishes hanging up the call.

"We need to go." He announces putting on his shoes.

"What where who called?" I ask.

"We're not gonna talk about it here. Lets go." He sternly says. He goes into his closet, coming back with some slippers and a robe. After handing them to me, I put them on without asking questions.

"We won't be back for a while." Harry states as he opens the door. When we got to the bottom floor everyone that had been camping out ran towards us and bombarded me with questions.

"Please let us through." I beg as I push through them.

"Move! We're trying get somewhere important!" Harry screams. We get to his car and I remember how much he had to drink.

"Harry aren't you drunk?" I ask him.

"Olivia's mom called. I don't know who she is but she said Olivia tried to comit-"

"Drive now." I cut him off. My heart begins beating so quickly as I tink of Olivia trying to kill herself. She can't do that, this has to be some sort of joke. I feel my eyes beginning to water and I push the tears back.

"I'm stronger than that, I don't cry." I whisper to myself.

"Shh, it's ok. She said she tried, didn't succeed." Harry whispers giving my knee a small squeeze. The hospital is only fifteen minutes away from the boys' hotel. I open the door quickly and run inside. Harry is right behind me as I make my way to the front desk.