Catch Me || h.s

3. You Are Perfect to Me

Cece's POV

My morning is like any other. I am awakened by my alarm that I set up for five in the morning. I walk into my closet and grab my pink leotard and black spanks. After changing into the clothing I picked out, I put on my tennis shoes and tie my hair up in a pony tail. I quickly accomplish my morning bathroom routine including brushing my teeth and washing my face. I grab my duffle bag and walk down stairs with my phone. Taking a water bottle from the fridge, I sit on the couch eating a banana. I wonder what coach is going to make me do today. Probably bars, those are my weakest apparatus. Well I don't have a weakest apparatus, but if I had to rank the four in order, bars would definitely be last. I snap out of my thoughts when I felt the presence of someone behind me. I turn around and jumped off of the couch when I see Harry just standing there. I fall to the floor clutching my heart and taking deep breaths.

"Oh my god Cece I'm so sorry!" Harry apologizes running to my side.

"Why are you in my house?" I ask trying to calm down. Which is kind of impossible.

"We're staying here remember?"

No. I didn't remember. I was too busy thinking about gymnastics that I forgot everything that happened over the last few days. Speaking of the last few days, I completely forgot about gymnastics when I agreed to be signed to Simon's record label.

"I made a huge mistake." I mutter as Harry helps me off of the floor. I catch his eyes scanning my body for a small second but he immediately looks away.

"What mistake are you talking about?"

"I forgot about my gymnastics career when I signed the contract with Simon." I explain. Then I remember my mom being there. Why didn't she remind me? Oh wait, my mom doesn't care what I do. She probably doesn't even know I'm in gymnastics. Not to mention my dance- Oh god.

"Oh. That is a big mistake." He agrees.

"I'll deal with this after practice." I sigh grabbing my things and walking towards the door.

"Could you drive me please?" I ask before I go outside.

"Of course Cece."

"I'm surprised you agreed to drive me." I blurt out just as we were in his car.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well I mean, you were angry at me yesterday. I thought you hated me." I remember last nights incident, and how Harry basically shoo'ed me away.

"Cece, I wasn't angry at you. I was angry about something else. Sorry I took my anger out on you." He apologizes. I feel so much relief when he says that. I hate having people angry with me.

"It's fine."

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When we arrive at the gym I have been going to since the age of three, there are a couple of men with cameras standing outside. Their heads snap up when Harry and I arrive.

"You've got to be kidding me." Harry groanes.

"My coach is going to kill me. This is innaproriate, everyone arriving here is going to be wearing leotards and these men are in their 50's taking pictures!" I mutter as i get out of Harry's car. He's quickly by my side as we stroll to the doors of the gym. Pictures are being taken, and the men are shouting things at us. Once inside, my eyes lock with the furious eyes of my coach.

"Why are those men outside requesting you?! I know you're national champion, but that's just ridiculous!" He shouts earning the whole gyms attention.

"Devon lets talk in your office, I made a mistake." I whisper. His eyes soften at my weak voice and he motions for me to go to his office. I can hear footsteps behind us, and I know Harry is following us. All three of us are in Devon's office, and I can see how angry he is. Great, another person is angry at me.