Catch Me || h.s

11. Leave Me Alone!

Cece

The next morning I woke up to Niall screaming. I knew it was him because I had become used to his screams. He would scream for the randomest things. When he dropped some food, when he lost a video game, when he couldn't find his shoes. I made my way downstairs following the sound of machine guns from that game he always plays.

"What the hell are you doing here Zuleyma?" Niall asked loudly.

Who is Zuleyma and how does she know where I live?

"Oh hush Niall, I'm not here for you." The familiar voice of Zuly spoke. I quickly made the connection and hurried downstairs to prevent them from killing each other.

"Hey Zuly, do you want some breakfast?" I offered kindly.

"No thank you, I had some before I came here." She smiled at me and took a seat at the table as I prepared myself some cereal.

"Why are you letting her stay here Cece! She's the devil!" Niall yelled at me.

"She's my publicist and my friend Niall. She's not satan." I rolled my eyes and sat across from her.

"Actually, I do have some sort of resemblance to satan. I'm very hot." She winked, causing Niall to scoff.

"She broke my heart! Fire her!" He demanded.

"I don't have the authority to do that, and if I did, I still wouldn't. She helps me a lot. I'm sorry." I sent him an apologetic smile. He pouted and went back to playing his video game.

"So, I came here to tell you that you should show us another one of your songs." Zuly explained.

"Yeah, okay. I have a few ready just tell me when he wants to hear them."

"Also, people are going crazy over your pictures from the fashion show last night. So many popular clothing brands want you to model for them! Versace is in love with how you looked with their dress!" It seemed Zuly was more excited about the news than I was.

"That's great." I smiled nervously. I did like the feeling of modeling, but I knew about all of the consequences. That's why I never modeled for my mothers clothing line. The craving for wanting to be skinny wasn't something I wanted to deal with.

"Are you up for it?" She asked hopefully.

"That's something to be discussed with my daughter and I." I heard the angry voice of my mother.

Great.

"Hi mom." I waved at her, earning a glare.

"Why the hell did you model for Chanel! You said you never wanted to model!" She yelled.

"Mom, I did it to help them. Their model was hurt and the dress would only fit me." I told her calmly, I didn't want to get in a screaming match with my mother in front of Niall and Zuly.

"That's still not ok! You just exposed yourself to that part of the world and you could never get out of it now! People are going to start wanting you to model with them and you're going to get caught up into it. I don't want it to be like before Cece." She softened up at the end.

"You always wanted me to model for you, but now that someone that's more popular has me model for them you get upset! Why? It's the same thing, they're just more known than you." I snapped at her. How dare she bring up what had happened before? She promised she would never bring it up again.

"I don't want what happened in gymnastics to happen to you ag-"

"Why do you keep bringing that up? You know that I've overcome all of that! You paid for it didn't you? You paid for me to go to those meetings every Thursday at six right? You didn't want your friends to know that your daughter was-" I stopped myself before I could reveal too much in front of Niall and Zuly.