Cat POV

The constant burst of light and the cries from the photographers rendered me silent. I watched as Robbie shielded his face with the palm of his hand and pounded the door shut. There were everywhere. At the windows, trying to get in through the back door. Robbie gently took me over to the other side of the room and hid me from view. My legs give in and I sink to the floor, they found me. But how did they know? My eyes followed Robbie as he closed the blinds and shut the doors. I could still hear the humming of the crowd outside, the clicking of cameras and see the constant flicker of flashes through the blinds.

They were vultures, they scouted the area waiting, anticipating Robbie's return. They waited until we were together before they pounced. I thumped my head against the wall, ignoring the pain it caused me. It was completely pointless- all of the effort and sacrifice that Robbie went through to protect me was for nothing. I thought I had more time, time to establish what my relationship with Robbie was. Where we dating? He had never actually stated that we were item and I didn't want to ask, not at this moment anyway.

I have caused him nothing but trouble the moment that I walked into his life. It was my fault that he was going to be expelled from Hollywood Arts and it was my fault that he would never have a moment's peace again. Not without being hounded by the paparazzi.

They had no respect for my privacy. They must have tracked down the numbers plate of the taxi that Robbie and I traveled in and interviewed the driver. There was no level that those parasites wouldn't stoop to. Shivering, I began to rub my arms to create some friction. I felt sick to the core; they had photos now, evidence that I couldn't keep away from them. Of me in a house that wasn't mine with a teenage boy. In basically my underwear.

I already know that they will warp what they have seen into some horrific, disgusting lie:

Cat Valentine has a steamy tryst with a Hollywood Arts student.

That will be breaking news in a couple of hours, no doubt.

My head was telling me to run. I wanted to run, it seemed logical but it was cowardly. I cannot cower away anymore. This time I have to fight for Robbie, just like he fought for me. I willed myself to stand and forced my legs to move. Grabbing my phone off of the counter I switched my phone on.

I now realise that it was a terrible mistake, I should have known better. I already knew that you can't run from this life, it has a way of tracking you down. Ignoring the blasts from the slap about Robbie and I, I called my chauffeur. He would be here in 20 minutes, marching into Robbie's room I started to get change.

Robbie was on the bed, I ignored him and continued changing. "So you're leaving me again. Typical." He sounded so unlike himself; so cold and distant.

Picking up my backpack, I opened Robbie's drawers and flung a hoodie at him.

Sighing I replied, "No, I'm not running, not this time. You're coming with me. Grab some things, you're not coming back here. Not for a while at least.

Numbly he stood up and started picking up some items of clothing, I waited patiently. I wasn't going to get angry at him, I had to sympathise. He put on a pair of sunglasses and without acknowledging me, walked into the living room and collected Rex. Oh, of course he had to take him, he couldn't leave him by himself.

Trying to be strong for Robbie I took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. There was a loud bang on the door.

"Cat it's me, Nick." My bodyguard shouted.

It's time.

I flicked up my hood. "Are you ready?"

Robbie POV

I wasn't.

My old life felt that a lifetime ago, a collection of distant memories that was now replaced with foreign and chilling ones. It was strange from one minute to go from Robbie Shapiro an absolute nobody to this new Robbie, who needed a Bodyguard to battle his way through a crowd of complete strangers who wereprodding me for questions and taking photos. Cat didn't leave my side, she kept her head down and her small hand firmly wrapped around mine as she ignored the questions being thrown at her.

When we were in the safety of Cat's range rover, she removed her hood and shook her hair out.

"Are you okay?" she was concerned and was blaming herself.

I knew what I was getting into when I became involved with Cat, well granted not at the beginning but as soon as I made the decision to save her I knew that it was only a matter of time.

Cat caressed my cheek, "Look, I know how you feel."

"No you don't" I replied monotonously.

"No I do. You feel trapped, like the world is crumbling around you and you don't know how you can stop it. Of course I've felt like that. I felt like that every time Anna used me for profit and I felt it when I had to leave you."

Her word effected me and I crumbled, "I don't know what to do." I could feel my eyes welling up and I didn't even attempt to stop the tears from falling. Everything was falling apart, I was going to be expelled which meant that my record would be forever tainted and now there is a strain on Cat and I's relationship.

I let Cat place my head on to her shoulder, she gently stroked my hair. "It's okay, I'm going to take you to my house and then we can sort out what we are going to do." Her voice was soft and soothing.

We stayed like that, Cat comforting me while I broke down until we reached her estate. She ordered me to go into one of the many spare rooms and lie down. I compiled, climbing the never-ending stares I went into the first bedroom I found and collapsed on the bed. My mind was too awake that I couldn't get to sleep. I lay there for an hour just silently contemplating the erratic changes that I had just experienced. Hearing footsteps approaching the door I closed my eyes. I was gently shaken, blinking I looked up to see Cat holding a tray with a small plate of pancakes and a coffee.

She gave me a small smile, "I thought you might be hungry. I asked Ella, my cook to teach me how to make them."

Sitting up, I took the tray and picked at the food. I tried to eat because Cat was clearly making an effort. It's not that I didn't appreciate it's just... I felt sick with worry, anything that I swallowed would just be uncontrollable forced up later. Cat was playing with the remote, her finger hovering over the power button.

"Are you ready to find out what they are saying?" she asked timidly.

I nodded because I couldn't find my voice, words had failed me.

She switched it on. It was worse than I could have ever imagined.

It takes a lifetime to build up an image and one moment to ruin it. That is exactly what had happened to Cat, they had exposed her completely. They had sources saying that they saw her enter my house the night before and she didn't leave all night.

And the photos, oh God the photos. They seemed to never end. There was photos of us in our costumes leaving her house, at the ball dancing, running away into Beck cars, returning to my house and finally us fleeing hands linked. It was the single photos that were the worst. They were stalking me and I hadn't even noticed, they recorded me just doing normal things, entering school, in the shops.

The photo that remained on-screen for the longest duration was the one of me when I opened the door. Cat eyes where wide and she would have looked so innocent, if not for the lack of visible shorts that she was in fact wearing. I had to admit that it didn't look too good. The media insinuated all kinds of things; that she was promiscuous or that she was turning into one of those problem teen starts. But by far the worst she was secretly pregnant with my child.

Jesus, they loved to stir the shit.

She didn't have a manager anymore so she didn't have someone to make a statement on her behalf, this was all on her. But what did this mean for me? They hadn't exactly made me look like a gentleman, more a hormone driven teenage male who couldn't wait to get into Cat Valentine's underwear.

That will go down really well with all of her fans.

Cat remained mute, she switched off the television obvious that she could watch no more. It surprised me how well she seemed to be handling this but then she has experienced media attention before.

"This will be fixed. I just have to publicly explain our side of the story. I can fix this Robbie. I know it can." she sounded confident and strong, "I have to make some more calls. I want you to stay here and rest.

I feel into restless sleep, it was filled with cameras and me stuck in the middle of this crowd, needing to find an exit and never finding one. I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. Racing to the bathroom I collapsed to the ground and heaved up the contents of my stomach. Wiping my mouth with the side of my mouth, I leaned against the wall. Cat found me later and swept to my side.

"Oh God, did I poison you! I should have just let my cook make it." She sounded upset.

"No." I coughed, "It wasn't your fault, I'm overwhelmed. I don't understand how you have coped?"

Getting one of her hand towels she dabbed around my mouth, removing all of the excess vomit. "Practice. It will get better, I promise."

The doorbell chimed and Cat got to her feet, "That will be your dad."

My dad, what was he doing here? I scoffed, was she kicking me out?

"So what you make me abandon my house and then throw me out of yours." my voice was bitter.

Cat sighed impatiently,"No Robbie, you need support that I can't give you. You need your parents. I called him while you were asleep and asked him to come and get you. I need to do damage control and I don't want to expose you to any more media attention. Your dad promised me that he would drive around until you lost the paparazzi and then he would take you to his house. "

I left Cat and went with my dad, I know she was right but it didn't mean that I liked it. My father had a lot of unanswered questions. However unlike everyone else, he didn't pry. He just drove in silence and after a long detour took me to his house. His wife greeted us at the door and gave me a small hug, I didn't return it.

Their son was hiding behind his mother's leg, his curious bug-eyes were examining me.

He tugged at her trousers"Mommy, who's that boy?" he asked.

She laughed nervously, "I told you Max, this is your older brother Robbie. he's staying with us for a while."

I forced myself to smile at Max and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Of course this kid had no notion who I was, my dad never mentioned me.

Running over to me, he hugged my leg.

"Do you want to play?" he asked excitedly.

He reminded me of Cat.

Lifting him off my leg I set him down beside his mother. "Maybe later. I'm a bit tired."

His bottom lip dropped and he sniffed loudly.

So like Cat.

"Here. I know Rex likes to play."

His eyes lit up as I placed Rex into his small hands and he cradled him as if he was precious. Giving me a toothless grin he ran away giggling, with Rex in tow.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Let me show me your room."

I flicked on the lights. This was definitely not what I had expected; it had an uncanny resemblance to my room at home. The room was painted my favourite shade of blue and the cream mat was thick and soft between my toes.

My dad caught my reaction and beamed,"I had it designed like this for you. In case you ever changed your mind and decide to come and live with me."

Flinching slightly I moved away from him. I know that he wants me to come and live with him but it's still a tender subject for me. That house is my childhood house, I can't just leave it. Even if some of the memories weren't the best.

Like the one where he left me in it with my troubled mother.

I sat on the edge of the bed, "I think I'm just going to go to sleep."

Pressing his lips together, he nodded, "That's fine. Robbie I know I wasn't always there for you and it's my deepest regret. I want to be here for you now. You can talk to me when your ready." He began to shut the door.

"Thank you" my voice was so quiet it was almost non-exsistent.

He switched off the light,"You're welcome."

Then I was left in darkness.

I really enjoyed writing this chapter although it did take some time because I kept changing the approach that I wanted to take.

I hope that none of you are mad that I separated Cat and Robbie again! It's in their best interest I swear :)

Do you like Robbie's growing relationship with his dad? I like his dad I think he is a nice character.

and in response to one of my reviews yes I did see Ariana's tweets about her and Jai being stalked by a paparazzi. I can only imagine how horrible that must feel. :/

Remember to review :)

Oh also before I forget! I'm going to go back to previous chapters to change Cat and Robbie's time apart to maybe around 3 months, I want there relationship to be more realistic :)

Love :D xxxx