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Bought By A Celebrity

Four

'So this is the 'famous' Harry? Oh God, Tay can do so much better than him.' I thought to myself as Harry stepped closer with a smirk on his face. I looked away from him, hoping that he'd walk away, because opening my mouth would have made things much, much more difficult.
"I'm Harry," I heard his British accent over the screaming fans.
"So I've heard," I nodded my head, refusing to look at him.
I heard him clear his throat followed by footsteps.

With my eyes closed, I felt the light breeze in the air combing through my hair. A small smile made its way upon my lips. Nature always has a way to calm me down.

"Aren't you that famous model?" I heard an Irish accent. God, is that all that I'm known for in this life? I shaked the thought from my head and looked at him with a smile. A cute blonde boy stood in front of me smiling. I noticed 3 other boys behind him, but no sign of Harry. I sighed in relief.

"That's me," I held my hand out for him to shake. He rose an eyebrow and let out a small laugh-which I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't looking directly at him, the shouting and cheering of the fans were too loud to hear much.

He held his arms open for me, offering a hug. "I'm Niall," he told me with a smile.

"Cambrie," I leaned into his arms. He smelt of a strong aftershave, something that always seemed to annoy me of men, but I liked the smell.
"I'm Zayn," another voice spoke up, breaking the hug I shared with Niall.
"And I'm Louis," the one next to Zayn informed me.
"You know my name," I told them with a smile.
"And this is Liam," the one I was introduced to as Zayn slightly nudged Liam with his shoulder.
"Oh, I'm Liam," he scratched the back of his head.
I smiled at him. "Question?" I asked, reaching for my lip gloss in my pocket.
"Why is Harry so cocky and you're all, well, not?" I asked.
"Because I get all of the ladies," a British accent came from behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned around, placing my hands on my hips.
"Correction, you get all of sluts, except Taylor. Don't flatter yourself too much Harry," I stepped closer to him, begging for a challenge.
He let out a small laughed and took a few steps closer to stand next to me, whispering "Maybe you'll be one of them," into my ear.
I gasped and turned around facing him, I felt the frown raise on my face.
"I will never," I said pointing to him in clear disgust, "EVER, be with you. Nor will I like you. Understand?"
He shrugged and walked to stand next to Louis.
"What's your problem?" He asked, taking his phone from his pocket.
"My problem?" I laughed at him. "My problem, Harry, is that you're a manwhore, who broke a girl's heart who gave you her everything," I told him raising my voice.
"What girl?" He frowned at me looking up from his phone.
"Taylor you dumb shit!" I threw my hands in the air.
I closed my eyes. "One, two, three, four," I counted to ten in a whisper, hoping that it will calm me down. I've seen it in movies, so I thought I'd give it a try. I really need it right now.
I heard a laugh, and without opening my eyes I knew it was from Harry.
My eyes shot open and I walked the small distance between my body and his with my hands on my hips. With every step I took, the smirk on his face grew bigger, exposing the dimples on his cheeks. I've always been a sucker for dimples, but the only thing I felt like being sucked into at that moment was a pool of blood coming from Harry's body.
I stood with my body in front of his, I may be shorter than most people, but his length did not, at all, offend me.
"You don't deserve a trust worthy girl," I told him. "You don't deserve anyone, for that matters. You're a piece of shit. Do you see that?" I asked pointing at the sun. "The world evolves around that, not you,"
A vibration in my pocket was felt and I let out a sigh. I reached for it, seeing Taylor's picture on my screen.

"Tay?" I answered the phone, wondering why she would be calling me if she was out with Bianca.
"I need you," she sobbed into the phone. Really? Tears because of Harry once again?
"Cambrie," she sobbed again.
"Yes," I breathed into the phone.
"We've been in an accident," she informed me. A gasp escaped my mouth and worry took over the anger. The boys gave me worried looks, exchanging looks between each other.
"Are you ok? Where are you?" I questioned her, combing some hair from my face, but of course, the light breeze blew it right back.
"I'm fine, but I don't know about Bianca," she cried. "Please come to the hospital,"
"Send me the details," I told her before cutting the call. Tears started to form in my eyes, but I refused to let it show before anyone, especially Harry. They can't see me being week.

"I'm sorry Ed, but Taylor and Bianca has been in an accident, I have to go," I informed him and took my bag from the floor, walking back to the entrance.
"Wait," Ed came running after me. A tear escaped my eye and I stubbornly wiped it away, closing my eyes for a brief second to get rid of the tears.
"Are they ok?" He asked as he pulled me in for a hug.
"I don't know," I sighed after feeling the vibration from my phone in my hand.
"Please let me know, and tell Bianca I'll be there as soon as I can," he smiled down at me.
"I will," I breathed as I continued my walk.