Look After You (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seven

"That's what makes you beautiful!" Harry finished. I grinned at the five adorable, sweaty guys in front of me.

"I've tried everything.. To get you off my mind.. I've been running around, breaking things, getting into fights-" I snatched up my ringing phone.

"Hello?"

"Chanel?" A sweet voice asked me.

"Courtney? What are you doing?"

"Carter is on floor." She stuttered.

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"I can't just let you leave by yourself!" Chandler yelled as I ran out of the arena.

"Go ahead. I'll be fine. Call your boyfriend to pick you up because I don't know if I'll be back in time."

"But Chanel-"

"Carter is hurt and I have to make sure he's okay." I told her sternly, sprinting to my car. I cranked up the ignition and backed out of the parking lot. I glanced at the speedometer and rolled my eyes. I was going 80 in a 60 mph zone. I checked the review mirror to make sure no cops were around. I spotted one coming down the opposite freeway and quickly died down my speed. There's no way I could get a ticket at a time like this.

I checked the time on my car.

7:45.

The real concert hasn't even started yet. A certain color caught my eye and I groaned.

The police.

I pulled over and rolled down my window.

"Is there any reason you were driving- hey Chanel."

I glanced up and relief floods through me. "Hey Uncle Joel."  

This is exactly why I was glad my family was into law enforcement.

"Why were you driving 20 over the speed limit?"

"You know my best friend Carter?" I asked him, growing impatient. He nodded in response.

"Well, Courtney called me and told me he was on the floor."

"Is he all right?"

"I don't know yet. That's why I was rushing to get home." Uncle Joel hit my door and nodded.

"You better hurry then. Bye Chanel!" I didn't have time to respond, I rolled up my window and fled from that spot.

"Hello?" I called.

No answer. My palms grew sweaty and heart rate beat rapidly. Could Carter have died? I mentally rolled my eyes. No, Carter's dumb but not dumb enough to hurt himself. What if he passed out? I called his name again. Not expecting an answer anyway.

"Chanel?" a meek voice called out. I ran to the sound and found Courtney strapped in her wheelchair, safe and sound.

"Where's Carter?" I asked. She raised her shaky hand and pointed. My head snapped over to her gaze, to find Carter lying on the ground.

My eyes widened and I ran over I him. I dropped to my knees and listened for his heartbeat. I heard it faintly and was overcomed with relief.

"Courtney, what happened?" I asked her, pulling out my phone, ready to call 911. My hands were shaking hysterically and I was bound to start crying any second.

"Hi, my name is Chanel Gallagher and I came home to find my friend passed out on the floor."

"Have you tried to wake him up?"