Let Go
Chapter 16-I Don't Care
*Harry’s POV*
I woke up to Liam shaking me. "Harry! She's gone! She’s go Harry!" Liam yelled at me. I groggily rubbed my eyes and looked over at her bed. I stood up out of the chair realizing what Lima was talking about. She was not in her bed. "What is going on?" I asked Liam. "We don't know. I told the nurses outside that she was gone; they are checking the building right now. I already tried calling her and she has not answered. All we can do is waiting." He said sitting down on the couch. I pace back and forth trying to call her.
After I called her about 7 times a nurses walked in. I hung up the phone as I asked, "did you find her?" She looked at the ground as she replied, "no, she is not in the building. I'm sorry." She walked out of the room and i stood there stunned. "Ill calls the rest of the boys what's going on, we will spread out look." Liam told me. "In going to the studio, talking the car." I yelled and ran out of the room.
I ran into the building and looked in every dance room, on every floor before getting to her dressing room. I banged on her door a shouted her name. Cody came our of his room acrost the hall and gave me a dissuaded look. "Ce broke of the hospital. We can not find her anywhere. Can you open the door?" i asked, knowing he had a key. He nodded and quickly unlocked the door.
I busted in as. I shouted her name, code following me close behind. I looked around the room, she wias nit here. But the cloths that she wore to the hospital were on the floor, so she had been here. I turned to Cody. “Were do you thin she would be?” I pleaded. Im so worried about her. “There is an old one room studio on the edge of campuses that she likes to practice at. She has bed there a lot lately since her surgery.” He took a peace of paper, wrote down the address and handed it to me. “Surgery?” I asked confused, she didn’t tell us she had surgery. “Yae, she had knee surgery less then 2 months ago. The week she meet you was her first week back to dance. It’s been really hard for her. She can’t land a few of her tricks because her knee can’t handle it. If she can’t land the moves, there are no way we will get a sponsors. I tried to get her to change to an easier song, but she said she not doing a cookie cutter ruin. She rather not has a sponsor because she couldn’t land then because of the dance. Here you can use my key to get in the building.” He told me handing me the key, then he left.
I ran to the car, then speed to the address. I walked up the building. It was a small building made of stones. I walked up to the door and used the key to get in. I walked into what probably was a waiting area, and hard cursing come from the back room. I opened the door quietly shutung it behind me. The shiny new floor boards that stuck out against the dingy gray walls, and creaked mirror that were caked in dust.
Ce layer on the right side of the room on a foam mat. She stood up walking to the middle of the room, not seeing me. She lined up with a tape on the floor and stared at the mat on the other side of the room. She ran 5 steps before she pushed off her right foot, flying 6 feet into the air. Her leg mucals rippleled. Her legs went to each side of her, showing how flexible she really was. The landing. Her right leg came down firs, but instead of caching her, gave out and she fell hard on the mat. She proceeded to do this 5 more times , falling on each, before she grabbed a water bottle that was beside the mat, and through it at a wall as she screamed “Fuck you knee!”
“Knee surgery, hu?” I asked walking towards her. She spun around and screamer. “Harry styles! You scared the living hell out of me!” she said holding her heart. “So dose that make you an angle, now?” I said jokingly. She gave me the finger than said, “yes knee surgery. I was dancing, I was doing an extremely hard flip during a copotition. I landed wrong and riped some tendons in my knee.” She said walking over to a bad that was on the ground.
I couldn’t help but stare at her. All she was wring was a sports bra and very short shorts. I walked up he hind her and spun her around to face me. We were inches away from each other. “You scared me leaving like that." I said putting my hands on her waist. “Why would you be worried?” she asked looking away. I brought my hand up to her check as I Sid, “I really care about you.” I stared leaning in and whispered “I really like you.” “I really like you too.” She whispered back. I leaned in further and our lips we barely touching.
*CeCe’s POV*
He leaned in further, I could feel his lips graze mine as he said, “we should not do this, your in a bad place, your varnable. You just got cheated on” as his lips brushed against mine, all the pain I had had in the past few days melted away. “I don’t care.” I whispered as I closed my eyes. That’s all he needed to hear. He leaned in a bit further kissing me. Soft at first then getting a more passionate. Sparks. It was like fireworks all aloud us. I put my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair, as both his hands found there way back to my waist. I count fell one of his fingers rubbing my back in the same place. I knew what was there, and he was problem trying to figure it out. His tong ran against my bottom lip, I knew what he wanted, but I pulled away. I looked at the ground as I said, “im sorry im not ready for that yet.” He put his hand under my shin, forcing me to look up at him. “Thats fine, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, I can wait.” He said, still feeling the spot on my back, kissing me softly lips again.
“Ok this is killing me, what is it?” he asked spinning me around so he could look at my back. “Cecilia, whatever your middle name is, Senecal!” he said, causing me to giggle. “Rea” I replied. “Cecilia Rea Senecal! You have a tattoo and you never told us!” he said, rubbing his thumb against my ‘Never give up. Push on when times get tough.’ tattoo. “Im sorry. I didn’t think it was important” I said turning to my bag, sliding on sweatbands.
I turned around to see Harry's face went from smirking, to pale white and his eyes wide. “What?” I asked concerted. He walked over to me, lifted my arm up from my side and ran has finger down my 3 inch scare. “Is that from,” he triad off. I nodded, knowing he was asking if it was form being stabed. and quickly put my shirt on. I picked up my bag. My back was facing home as his arms wrapped around my waist. “You the strongest person I have ever met.” He whispered in my ear, and then started to kiss my neck softly. I let out a soft moan, as Harry pulled away from me smiling. "We better get back to the apartment. I already told the boys I found you, and they are worried sick. They all want to see you.” He said talking me by the waist. Walking me to the car.
I woke up to Liam shaking me. "Harry! She's gone! She’s go Harry!" Liam yelled at me. I groggily rubbed my eyes and looked over at her bed. I stood up out of the chair realizing what Lima was talking about. She was not in her bed. "What is going on?" I asked Liam. "We don't know. I told the nurses outside that she was gone; they are checking the building right now. I already tried calling her and she has not answered. All we can do is waiting." He said sitting down on the couch. I pace back and forth trying to call her.
After I called her about 7 times a nurses walked in. I hung up the phone as I asked, "did you find her?" She looked at the ground as she replied, "no, she is not in the building. I'm sorry." She walked out of the room and i stood there stunned. "Ill calls the rest of the boys what's going on, we will spread out look." Liam told me. "In going to the studio, talking the car." I yelled and ran out of the room.
I ran into the building and looked in every dance room, on every floor before getting to her dressing room. I banged on her door a shouted her name. Cody came our of his room acrost the hall and gave me a dissuaded look. "Ce broke of the hospital. We can not find her anywhere. Can you open the door?" i asked, knowing he had a key. He nodded and quickly unlocked the door.
I busted in as. I shouted her name, code following me close behind. I looked around the room, she wias nit here. But the cloths that she wore to the hospital were on the floor, so she had been here. I turned to Cody. “Were do you thin she would be?” I pleaded. Im so worried about her. “There is an old one room studio on the edge of campuses that she likes to practice at. She has bed there a lot lately since her surgery.” He took a peace of paper, wrote down the address and handed it to me. “Surgery?” I asked confused, she didn’t tell us she had surgery. “Yae, she had knee surgery less then 2 months ago. The week she meet you was her first week back to dance. It’s been really hard for her. She can’t land a few of her tricks because her knee can’t handle it. If she can’t land the moves, there are no way we will get a sponsors. I tried to get her to change to an easier song, but she said she not doing a cookie cutter ruin. She rather not has a sponsor because she couldn’t land then because of the dance. Here you can use my key to get in the building.” He told me handing me the key, then he left.
I ran to the car, then speed to the address. I walked up the building. It was a small building made of stones. I walked up to the door and used the key to get in. I walked into what probably was a waiting area, and hard cursing come from the back room. I opened the door quietly shutung it behind me. The shiny new floor boards that stuck out against the dingy gray walls, and creaked mirror that were caked in dust.
Ce layer on the right side of the room on a foam mat. She stood up walking to the middle of the room, not seeing me. She lined up with a tape on the floor and stared at the mat on the other side of the room. She ran 5 steps before she pushed off her right foot, flying 6 feet into the air. Her leg mucals rippleled. Her legs went to each side of her, showing how flexible she really was. The landing. Her right leg came down firs, but instead of caching her, gave out and she fell hard on the mat. She proceeded to do this 5 more times , falling on each, before she grabbed a water bottle that was beside the mat, and through it at a wall as she screamed “Fuck you knee!”
“Knee surgery, hu?” I asked walking towards her. She spun around and screamer. “Harry styles! You scared the living hell out of me!” she said holding her heart. “So dose that make you an angle, now?” I said jokingly. She gave me the finger than said, “yes knee surgery. I was dancing, I was doing an extremely hard flip during a copotition. I landed wrong and riped some tendons in my knee.” She said walking over to a bad that was on the ground.
I couldn’t help but stare at her. All she was wring was a sports bra and very short shorts. I walked up he hind her and spun her around to face me. We were inches away from each other. “You scared me leaving like that." I said putting my hands on her waist. “Why would you be worried?” she asked looking away. I brought my hand up to her check as I Sid, “I really care about you.” I stared leaning in and whispered “I really like you.” “I really like you too.” She whispered back. I leaned in further and our lips we barely touching.
*CeCe’s POV*
He leaned in further, I could feel his lips graze mine as he said, “we should not do this, your in a bad place, your varnable. You just got cheated on” as his lips brushed against mine, all the pain I had had in the past few days melted away. “I don’t care.” I whispered as I closed my eyes. That’s all he needed to hear. He leaned in a bit further kissing me. Soft at first then getting a more passionate. Sparks. It was like fireworks all aloud us. I put my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair, as both his hands found there way back to my waist. I count fell one of his fingers rubbing my back in the same place. I knew what was there, and he was problem trying to figure it out. His tong ran against my bottom lip, I knew what he wanted, but I pulled away. I looked at the ground as I said, “im sorry im not ready for that yet.” He put his hand under my shin, forcing me to look up at him. “Thats fine, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, I can wait.” He said, still feeling the spot on my back, kissing me softly lips again.
“Ok this is killing me, what is it?” he asked spinning me around so he could look at my back. “Cecilia, whatever your middle name is, Senecal!” he said, causing me to giggle. “Rea” I replied. “Cecilia Rea Senecal! You have a tattoo and you never told us!” he said, rubbing his thumb against my ‘Never give up. Push on when times get tough.’ tattoo. “Im sorry. I didn’t think it was important” I said turning to my bag, sliding on sweatbands.
I turned around to see Harry's face went from smirking, to pale white and his eyes wide. “What?” I asked concerted. He walked over to me, lifted my arm up from my side and ran has finger down my 3 inch scare. “Is that from,” he triad off. I nodded, knowing he was asking if it was form being stabed. and quickly put my shirt on. I picked up my bag. My back was facing home as his arms wrapped around my waist. “You the strongest person I have ever met.” He whispered in my ear, and then started to kiss my neck softly. I let out a soft moan, as Harry pulled away from me smiling. "We better get back to the apartment. I already told the boys I found you, and they are worried sick. They all want to see you.” He said talking me by the waist. Walking me to the car.
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