Change (a Hayes Grier fanfiction)

Six

Six

CC POV

I am finally released from the hospital today, thank goodness. I've been here two days and I cannot stand it.

Taylor came in with a change of clothes. I haven't seen Hayes since he kissed me. I love that kiss, I think he's starting to drop this 'player' look. It's funny how that works, it's also funny how girls are willing to loose their virginity to him at fourteen.

I think Hayes got so wrapped up in the fact that he was popular over the internet and used the attention in the wrong way, it seems like a reality check has slapped him across the face.

I took the clothes from him and went into the bathroom. He got me a Taylor Caniff sweater and some leggings. As I was slipping on my converse in my room saw Nash come in.

"Hi Nashley." I say standing up.

"One, don't call me that. Two, we are leaving so let's go." He says linking his arm into mine. Nash and I got really close, and I like that he's really sweet and funny, he ditched school just so I wouldn't be alone. He's too sweet, and I don't like him that way, gross. I like him like a brother. That's all I want. He's the one that took the fame for a positive way, the only thing I've seen him do is make people's day and support others, it gives me some hope in humanity.

After signing papers and getting medication we finally left.

"Ew I smell like hospital." I say smelling my hair.

"Ya, you really need a shower." Taylor says putting his arm around my neck, and I put mine around his waist.

After a short car ride full of singing and selfies we got home.

"Thank god, nutella!" I yell grabbing it out of the pantry.

"Why are you so obsessed with that?" Nash says laughing and handing me a spoon.

"Nutella is life, and there is nothing you can do about it, you like vine, I like hazelnut spreads. It's what keeps the world spinning." I say untwisting the lid and getting a spoon full of nutella. I sit on the counter and I see Nash look at me, then my wrist. Shit! Where are my bracelets.

"I have to grab something from upstairs." I say walking away, I don't think Nash noticing me looking at him, while he was looking at my cuts. I got into my room and put on my bracelets. After changing into shorts and throwing my hair up I decided to go back and reunite with my love, nutella!

"Hey, I got hot in my leggings so I changed" I say sitting back on the counter and connecting my phone to the house speakers. I started playing "Skyscraper" by Demi Lovato, I kept the volume on low so we could still think without being interrupted my the music, and without even noticing I started to sing. Both Nash and Taylor looked at me with awe.

"I didn't know you could sing!" Taylor says coming towards me.

"Ya, only you two know that's it." I say pointing at him.

"Why don't you make videos?" Nash says.

"Do you in how much hate I get from being Taylor's sister? That's why I'm private on social media, and I don't have vine." I say

"Come on your making a video." Taylor says pulling me towards the couch.

"No!" I say pulling away.

"Oh hell no" Nash says picking me up and throwing me on the couch. Taylor grabs his camera and sets it up for filming.

"Hi guys I'm Taylor, and this is Nash, and this is my little sister CC!" He says

"Fuck off Taylor." I say.

"Well I'm going to have to edit this out." He says laughing.

"The reason we have CC here is because she refuses to sing, but she is really good at singing, so we're going to force her to sing." Nash says pinching my cheeks but I bite him in the pinky.

"Bitch!" He yells pulling back and laughing.

"What would you like to sing for us?" Taylor says smiling at me.

"Get me out of here!" I yell.

"That's not a song." Taylor says smirking.

"I am going to bitch slap both of you into next week!" I yell.

"Here's our lovely friend Mr. Curling Iron." Nash says pulling out my brand new beautiful curling iron.

"Oh, and here's some hairspray!" Taylor says holding up a can if super stiff hairspray.

"You wouldn't." I say. They laughed and started spraying the top just so slightly.

"Fine!" I scream and they put the curling iron down.

"What would you like to sing." Nash says a little to close to my face. I just spit and he chuckles wiping it off.

"Not a smart answer." He says pulling out the hairspray and the curling iron.

"No! No! I'll sing I promise." I say

"Good." Nash says smirking.

"What would you like to sing?" Taylor asks

"Wings, by Little Mix." I say

"You only have to sing the chorus." Nash says.

"Mama told me not to waste my life, she said spread your wings my little butterfly. Don't let what they say keep you up at night, and if they give you shit, then they can walk on by!" I sing

"Thank you for your cooperation." Taylor says giving me a kiss on my cheek.

"Ew. Germs." I say wiping my cheek with my hands.

"That's all the time we have for for today, see you next week." Nash says shutting off the camera.

"Fuck you all." I say getting up from the couch after Nash untied me.

"I just have to edit some swearing, then I'm all good." Taylor says grabbing his laptop and hooking up his camera to it.

"Screw you." I say, then I noticed that Hayes wasn't here to back me up, weird. "Where's Hayes, I haven't seen him since the first day at the hospital." I say

"Oh, he won't be hanging out with you." Taylor says still glued to his laptop.

"What?" I ask.