hazels pov:
i awake to my alarm ringing at just the crack of dawn making me immediately sigh to myself, i'm still not use to this silly schedule. then again, i can stay in bed because i'm not on shift till this afternoon...
"hazel!" i hear one of the boys shout, making me decide it may be best to just get up. i open the curtains, and my balcony door, before leaving my pit.
i walk into the hallway, hearing the radio playing and two voices chatting. only, it's not maxi, it's harrison and...
oh! harries... he drove me home last night which i thought was kind of him, i just know, for a fact, that he knows something is up. i walk into the kitchen making them glance at me.
it seems they were talking about me.
"morning hazel." harries smiles, i notice he's in his uniform.
"good morning."
i take the bowl of fruit harrison is making and he glares at me jokingly, well i hope he's joking. i smirk at him and grab a spoon beginning to eat the vanilla yoghurt with apples and other fruit in it.
"sleep well?" harrison asks, taking a seat on the counter chairs next to me.
"mmm." i mumble catching eyes with harries. he definitely knows something. "what are you doing here?" i ask looking up at him again.
he smirks, "am i not allowed to visit my new bestie?"
i laugh at his words, "i am not your new bestie harries." before he can bet his case, in walks hungover maxi. it isn't a good sight... maybe even worse for him? the sun may be a little bright on his head.
"god." he groans, rubbing his head and falling onto the sofa dramatically.
all our eyes are on him as harrison asks, "why don't you go back to bed? it's only just gone 9."
"i've got work." he mumbles more so into the sofa then to harrison.
"i don't think hoppo will want you working like that." harries chuckles. he had a point, then again why would you drink so much knowing you have work the next day? then again, this is maxi. though, i don't know him very well. it seems he likes to live in the moment. maybe i should do that more often...
"i'll give you a lift this morning." harris says, glancing at me.
great.
"you don't have too." i say taking my bowl over to the sink.
"oh no, it'd be my pleasure." he says sarcasm running through his voice.
just so he can 'get to know me'.
"and what do i owe that amazing pleasure?" i say turning around with sarcasm, also, running through my voice. i like harries, he's nice, we play each other up, and he is probably the first person i will come out of my shell too. i mean i'm already warming up to him, and to harrison i think. although, i still don't fully trust harries.
harries and harrison chat for a while and i go grab my clothes and get ready. i walk out, my hair looking slightly greasy, but it's fine because it's in a plait so you can't really tell.
"you ready?"
i nod my head.
we're in the car and it's around a fifteen minute drive to bondi.
"so?"
"so?" i reply looking at him with a small smile.
"you excited?"
"nervous, but sure." i smile sarcasm running through my voice as i drag out the e.
he laughs, "that's the spirit, i suppose." he pauses as we come to a stop, "actually." i glance at him. "do you mind if i call you haz?"
i bite down on my lip and blink. i swallow hard,
come on hazel! we should be over it now...
i smile weakly, "yeah." i'm starting to understand why everyone seems to like harries so much. as we walked out the party the other day everyone spoke to him and he seemed to get along with everyone. i think i'm starting to trust him.
"thanks haz." he smiles as we make eye contact, i actually smiled. in which, that is the first time i have smiled at someone calling me haz. the last time i smiled at my nickname was when i was dating him, nearly a year ago. it's gone by fast.
harries's pov:
i'm sitting in the tower watching hazel do her third rescue of the day with hoppo. i must admit she's doing well! their's a few things, from what i can see, that she needs to work on. but that's totally normal!
hoppo has told me i'll be on with her soon which i'm looking forward too. hazel is really sweet, a bit quiet, but she'll warm up to everyone.
for now, i'm calling her haz. i adore her name, it really suits her. the boys have started to address her by haz but she seemed... upset, earlier, when i asked if i could call her haz. something to do with her past?
either way, i want to get to know hazel, i want to know about her. she seems to have a few things on her mind at the moment, and although she may not be willing to talk about them i just want to make sure she's okay.
hazel and hoppo drive up so i walk down to them, to swap with hoppo.
"you're good!" i exclaim loud enough for her to hear me as i walk towards them both. she smiles at my words.
hoppo says well done before walking off into the tower. i sit down next to her and drive down to south where it seems to be a lot quieter then it was before.
hazel and i begin to chat.
"missing england much?" after that question she goes quiet and shrugs. seems i shouldn't have asked that. there's stuff about hazel i don't think i'll ever understand, questions i want to know but i won't be getting answers for anytime soon.
i'm sitting under the bridge on my break, looking round to see if hazel is coming. i think she walked off earlier but i'm not sure.
hoppo
hey, hazel's crying. do you mind popping up to the tower? i'm gonna ring harrison in a bit.
i stand up quickly replying with an okay. i walk into the tower and find a few of the boys waiting by the changing room door. i open the door walking down the stairs and find hazel sitting on one of the benches.
"haz? are you okay?" i ask. she looks up at me and rubs her nose.
"i'm fine." she mumbles, looking away.
"you don't look it." i walk towards her and sit opposite her, both our backs to each other.
"did hoppo send you?" she asks.
"yes." i reply.
she sighs, i feel her head on my back, leaning on me.
"i want a place where i fit in." she whispers. "i want a place where i feel like i belong harries. i can't keep travelling the world."
i laugh. "i'd love to be your travelling buddy haz."
i can feel her smile.
"do you feel at home here hazel?" i ask in a soft tone. i need her to trust me.
she sighs, letting out a heavy breath, a few seconds go by. silence wondering round both of us. "i'm starting too but, everywhere i go, the past catches up to me."
"it catches up to everyone." i say swallowing hard.
a/n:
sorry if this is a bit slow or dry? struggling with motivation at the moment and stuck with ideas.
nicole
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