Bought By A Celebrity

"Tay, wake up," I lightly tapped Taylor for the fourth time in attempt to wake her up. "Go away," she groaned as she pulled the covers of my bed over her face. "5 minutes or I'm getting the bucket of water," I told her as I got up from the bed to open the curtains. She gasped making me turn around in confusion. "You wouldn't," she peaked at me from under the duvet. "Oh, but I will," I smirked at her as I made my way out of the door. "Ok, Ok, I'm up!" She shouted throwing a pillow at me. It hit the back of my head and I almost fell at the light shove it caused. "Get out of my bed, now!" I sternly told her as I placed both of my hands at the side of my hips. She grinned at me and shrugged her shoulders as she slowly got up, she was careful not to take her eyes off me simply because she knew that I would have taken any chance I got to get back at her for that pillow throw. Once we left the party yesterday, or well this morning, I decided it would be best to bring Taylor back with me, seeing that she was the more drunken one between the two of us, and also because she usually does it for me. Like always, she didn't take a bed in the extra room, she always prefers crashing with me, and then I have to wake up with a heavy body laying all over me. It's not that she's fat, but she's tall and she still is really heavy. I'm a lot smaller than her too. "Gosh my head is pounding!" Taylor took a seat at the table in the kitchen rubbing her forehead. "Too much alcohol?" I smirked at her while I took some bacon and eggs from the fridge. I heard her groaning from behind me and I started laughing at her. I took some bread and put it in the toaster, then turned around to face Taylor again. "How are you feeling?" I asked her with a small smile pressed upon my lips. "Like shit," she said shaking her head. "No, I mean, about Harry?" I asked taking some peach juice from the fridge. "Want some?" I asked her as I reached for two glasses. She nodded and gave me a small smile. "I guess I'm doing better, Cam. Yesterday really helped, event though I was drunk like hell," a small laugh escaped her mouth. "Last night still showed me that I can enjoy life without him. There's more to life than Harry Styles," she took the glass of juice I was holding to her from my hand and took a sip. "Ew, Cam!" He whined. I raised an eyebrow in confusion while drinking some of my juice. "What?" I asked as I placed the glass back on the counter and took 2 frying pans from the drawer. "I hate peaches!" She sighed. 'Oh shit, yeah, she doesn't like peaches!' I mentally slapped myself for giving her peach juice and took the glass of juice from her throwing it out in the sink. "I've got apple juice and orange juice?" I asked her looking at the items in the fridge. "Appleeeeeee," she squealed in excitement. "You have too much energy and excitement for someone who's got a hangover," I told her as I took the apple juice from the fridge. "What's for breakfast?" She asked after laughing at me. "Bacon and eggs on toast, is that fine?" I asked her turning the stove on and pouring some oil into the pan. "Yep," she popped her 'P'. "I'll be right back," I watched her as she hopped off the chair pulling her phone from her left pocket. She walked to my room then slowly closed the door while holding her phone to her ear. She spent about 10 minutes in the room and by the time she got back to the kitchen her juice with her toast and eggs were already on a plate on the table in front of the chair she sat on. "Just a minute, I just have to finish the bacon," I told her as I heard her sit down on the chair. I put the stove off then took the pan by the handle and turned around to put some bacon on her plate but changed my mind as soon as I saw Taylor's face. I put the frying pan back on the stove and took a seat next to her embracing her with a hug. "What happened?" I asked her as tears hit my shoulder. "He-He doesn't want to see me again," she sobbed into my neck. "Harry?" I quietly asked her. I felt her nodding in the crook of my neck then I pulled away giving her a small smile as I reached for my phone on the counter. I searched Ed's number and pressed 'Call' as soon as I found it. I held the phone to my ear getting up from the chair I was sitting on. "What are you doing?" Taylor asked in confusion as fresh tears formed in eyes. "Yesterday Ed told me that he's friends with Harry Styles himself, so I'm getting his number," I told her as I quickly walked out of the kitchen, knowing that she'd object to the idea. "Good morning, beautiful," I heard Ed's voice from my phones speaker and smiled. "Good morning Ed," I answered as I sat on the sofa. "How are you feeling?" He asked me. I heard whispers and movement from his side of the line that made me wonder who he was with. "I'm alright, Taylor feels like shit though," I softly laughed. "Yeah, I bet," he laughed too. "Cambrie?" He asked me. "Yes?" I asked him as Taylor took a seat next to me on the sofa holding her hand out for my phone. I shook my head then turned on the TV scanning through the channels. "Wanna grab some coffee later?" He asked me. I smiled even though he couldn't see it. I'm really happy I met Ed. He's an amazing guy and I know that we'll have a great friendship. Even though I've only spent a few hours with him the day before, he's not as full of himself like the other guys I've met and also, he doesn't really know who I am. And if he does, he didn't show it yesterday, that makes a difference to me. A big, big difference. "Sure. But why I called," I paused looking at Taylor's pleading face. "Is that the girl you met yesterday? Ask her for a photo," I heard a British accent coming from my phones speaker. "No," Ed told the man and cleared his throat. Taylor started crying hard and I looked back at her thinking twice about asking Ed for Harry's number, if it made her cry like that just because I wanted to talk to Harry about what he did to her it seems like something I should leave for another time. But I soon realized that that's not the reason for the new outbreak of tears and cries. She was looking at the TV and photos of Harry with some girl at a club that was taken the previous day was flashing on the screen. My blood boiled and I had to take a few breathes to calm down. I reached for the remote and turned off the TV. "I'll call you back later, Ed." I cut the call and embraced Taylor again, hushing and comforting her as I lightly moved us from left to right. "It's going to be alright," I whispered as I gently combed through her hair with my fingers.

Notes

So first update from me :) we hope you like the story