Let Go
Chapter 15-I Thought I Lost You
*CeCe’s POV*
I sat on the couch until Harry got off the phone because I was getting pretty light headed. He hung up the phone and walked over to me. “Let me look.” He said, placing one hand on top of mine that was holing the towel on my head, slowly peeling the towel off my skin. He quickly pushed the towel back onto my head, stood up and made his way to the black cabin as he said, “we will defiantly need another towel.” He grabbed another towel out of the cabinet and made his way back over to me. “May I?” he asked gesturing to the towel only head. I nodded, removing my hand from the towel as he placed his on it. He quickly replaces the towel, picked up some pre wrap I had sitting on the couch and wrapped it around my head and the towel a few times so I didn’t have to hold it.
“Are you ready?” he asked standing up, and stretching his hand out for me to take. I put my hand on his as he helped me off the couch. I stood up and took a few steps before stumbling and falling to the ground. I would have hit the ground hard if 2 stung hands didn’t catch my waist. “Maybe I should help you.” He said warping an arm around my waist to help me stand. I was so dizzy and I couldn’t see strait. We got to the elevator, then after that are just bits and pieces. I woke up in Harry’s arms, my head against his chest as he ran out of the elevator onto the ground floor. Black. Harry burst through the side door and laid me in the back seat of a SUV. Black. Harry shaking me yelling, “Ce looks at me. Ce say something, Ce can you hear me.” then black. Pitch black.
The next time I woke up I was in a hospital bed. I looked around the room. It was dark outside. I found a clock and read the digital numbers that read 2:54. What! Almost a whole day had passed. It was 8 when Harry and Lou showed up at my room. I looked beside the bed. Liam was sleeping on a catch abbot 2 feet away wail Harry was passed out in a plastic chair, right beside my bed as one of his hands healed mine.
“Harry?” I whispered weekly. He shot up. And looked at me. “Oh thank god!” he whispered, jumping onto my bed holding me tight. He head was in the nook of my shoulder when I asked, “How did I get here? Whets going on?” Harry sat up as he looked at me. A tear streamed down his face as he replied. “I thought I lost you. After Lou left I called Liam, told him what happened and he came to pick us up to take you to the hospital. I got you to the elevator were you blacked out. I rushed you to Liam’s car; you were in and out the whole way here. We got here and you had lost a lot of blood. You got 7 stitches on your forehead and had to get a blood transfusion.” He said looking at me grimly. He put his forehead on mine. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted it so bad. He was so close to me, I couldn’t take it. “Im so glade you are ok.” He said smiling. The whole time he talked I could feel his lips brush against mine. I heard Liam move on the couch. Harry pulled away from me, looking at Liam, seeing if he was wakening up.
He turned back to me saying, “You should probably rest.” He kissed my forehead, and his lips lingered for a wile. He slid off my bed back into his chair, leaving one hand on my bed. I quickly intertwined his fingers with mine before he could move it. Soon I could hear his soft snores. Hours later I still couldn’t sleep. I needed to clear my head, and there was only one way to do that.
I sat on the couch until Harry got off the phone because I was getting pretty light headed. He hung up the phone and walked over to me. “Let me look.” He said, placing one hand on top of mine that was holing the towel on my head, slowly peeling the towel off my skin. He quickly pushed the towel back onto my head, stood up and made his way to the black cabin as he said, “we will defiantly need another towel.” He grabbed another towel out of the cabinet and made his way back over to me. “May I?” he asked gesturing to the towel only head. I nodded, removing my hand from the towel as he placed his on it. He quickly replaces the towel, picked up some pre wrap I had sitting on the couch and wrapped it around my head and the towel a few times so I didn’t have to hold it.
“Are you ready?” he asked standing up, and stretching his hand out for me to take. I put my hand on his as he helped me off the couch. I stood up and took a few steps before stumbling and falling to the ground. I would have hit the ground hard if 2 stung hands didn’t catch my waist. “Maybe I should help you.” He said warping an arm around my waist to help me stand. I was so dizzy and I couldn’t see strait. We got to the elevator, then after that are just bits and pieces. I woke up in Harry’s arms, my head against his chest as he ran out of the elevator onto the ground floor. Black. Harry burst through the side door and laid me in the back seat of a SUV. Black. Harry shaking me yelling, “Ce looks at me. Ce say something, Ce can you hear me.” then black. Pitch black.
The next time I woke up I was in a hospital bed. I looked around the room. It was dark outside. I found a clock and read the digital numbers that read 2:54. What! Almost a whole day had passed. It was 8 when Harry and Lou showed up at my room. I looked beside the bed. Liam was sleeping on a catch abbot 2 feet away wail Harry was passed out in a plastic chair, right beside my bed as one of his hands healed mine.
“Harry?” I whispered weekly. He shot up. And looked at me. “Oh thank god!” he whispered, jumping onto my bed holding me tight. He head was in the nook of my shoulder when I asked, “How did I get here? Whets going on?” Harry sat up as he looked at me. A tear streamed down his face as he replied. “I thought I lost you. After Lou left I called Liam, told him what happened and he came to pick us up to take you to the hospital. I got you to the elevator were you blacked out. I rushed you to Liam’s car; you were in and out the whole way here. We got here and you had lost a lot of blood. You got 7 stitches on your forehead and had to get a blood transfusion.” He said looking at me grimly. He put his forehead on mine. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted it so bad. He was so close to me, I couldn’t take it. “Im so glade you are ok.” He said smiling. The whole time he talked I could feel his lips brush against mine. I heard Liam move on the couch. Harry pulled away from me, looking at Liam, seeing if he was wakening up.
He turned back to me saying, “You should probably rest.” He kissed my forehead, and his lips lingered for a wile. He slid off my bed back into his chair, leaving one hand on my bed. I quickly intertwined his fingers with mine before he could move it. Soon I could hear his soft snores. Hours later I still couldn’t sleep. I needed to clear my head, and there was only one way to do that.
Your a really good writer and i'm not one to criticize but its LSA not LST it's london school of the arts there is no such thing is london school of talent
11/16/14