Hazel
The next few days flew by. Sunday we spent the day at the park, luckily not a lot of people were there so Harry didn't get recognized, though he still kept his hat and sun glasses on. Which I thought was kinda pointless. People have been recognizing me so if anyone were to notice me at the park they would put two and two together a realize it was Harry with me. He didn't want to listen to my reasoning so I just gave up and laughed at him when he was having a hard time trying to get all his hair stuffed under his hat.
Monday was...interesting. I had to work and it was the day I was going to tell my boss Denise that I was getting done and that Thursday would be my last day. It all started when I pulled into the parking lot.
*flashback*
I had just stepped out of my car when Ashley can storming over, like she was waiting for me.
"Hazel!" Her high pitched voice ringing in my ears.
"Good morning Ashley," I sign, not ready for her whining this early in the morning.
"Why didn't you tell me you were with HARRY STYLES!?! I saw the picture of you two at that party and that photo of you at the live interview. I can't believe you didn't tell me!" She practically yells.
I'm just shaking my head as we walk into the hospital. I don't have time to deal with this. I need to get clocked in and make my way to Denice's office.
"Well we really weren't going to tell anyone for awhile until that article about us leaked," I tell her honestly. Then I remember something she said.
"Picture of me? You mean the one on twitter when it was leaked I was the one dating Harry?" I was curious, I haven't seem any other photos of me. But then again I haven't really been checking lately.
"No, this is on Tumblr. Let me tell you, the person who posted it was super jealous," she laughs, not realizing my stomach dropped at her words. I was almost afraid to even look to see what she was talking about.
I pulled my phone out, even though my subconscious kept telling me not to. I clicked on Tumblr and typed in Harry Styles and waited for the photos to load. A picture of Harry being attached by that girl was the first photo I saw and I started scrolling. I froze when i saw a picture of me, from that day at the mall.
I was standing there, a half smile on my face, my hand half raised. This was taken by the girl with pink tipped hair. The girl I caught taking photos of me. The one who gave me the finger.
I see she wrote almost a whole paragraph under the photo, I took a deep breath, already regretting even open up tumblr.
'Saw this little whôre today! She doesn't even deserve Harry. I mean look at her! Her hair is horrible, she couldn't even be bothered to even style it. And it looks like she just grabbed the first thing in her closet and threw it on. You would think someone that's dating Harry Styles, hottest man on earth, would at least try and look good for him. Am I right? She must be a good lay, it's the only reason I can think of for why he's staying with her. He will realize soon enough that he belongs with me.'
I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. I felt the tears welling up. In blinked real fast, trying to get rid of them. I was not going to cry over some ridiculous and jealous little girl. If she only knew what happened when we got home after the interview.
I look up at Ashley, who was looking at me with sympathy, and roll my eyes. "She is just really jealous. She's a child, I'm not going to let this bother me." I tell her, hoping I sound more confident than I feel. Thinking I don't when Ashley frowns and just nods and pats my back.
I pushed what that girl said aside and make my way to Denice's office. I knock and wait for her to answer. I hear a mumble on the other side if the door and open it. Denice glances up real quick and frowns, pointing to the chair in front of her.
I sit and wait for her to finish doing whatever she's doing.
"Miss. Grey, just who I wanted to see. There is something I would like to talk to you about." She said, clasping her hands together and resting them on her desk. She was trying to look intimidating but it wasn't working. She just looks silly.
"I wanted to talk to you about something as well.." I start.
"I'll go first," she interrupts, "it's come to my attention that you have started dating that young man that was brought here a few weeks ago. The one I asked you to keep hush hush. I believe it was very inappropriate of you to go and make advances towards this man. It's unprofessional."
"Inappropriate? Inprofessional? First off, it's my life, you don't have any right to say who I can and can't date. Second, you can't help who fall for and last, he ended up being my best friends friend so we ended up meeting each other again outside of the hospital. Not that I need to explain myself." I was pissed. How dare she talk to me like that. It's not like I planned to fall in love with Harry when I took care of him that night. This woman drives me insane.
"Miss. Grey..."
It's Hazel," I say exasperated.
"Right, Miss. Grey," she was trying to get me riled up, "the manner of which you are speaking to me is not one you should use when speaking with your boss. Im afraid I'm going to have to write you up for that." She warns me. I try and hold back a laugh.
"Actually, I came here to tell you that my last day will be Thursday." I tell her.
"Actually, how about we make your last day today," Denice counters.
"Actually, that sounds even better. I'll just grab my things and be on my way." I tell her, smiling at her. "Thank you for making my experience here a memorable one." I said sarcastically. Her eyes narrowed at me as I stood up. I smiled at her sweetly before turning to the door and walking out.
Well that turned out a lot different than I thought it was going to. That woman is so irritating. Always trying to belittle you and make you feel unimportant. I'm actually relieved to be gone from that place. I only had a few coworkers that I got a long with, it wasn't as if I made a bunch of friends that I was going to miss.
I went to the break room, now empty, and started grabbing the few items in my locker. A water bottle, a sweater and an extra set of scrubs. I make my way out of the building and head to my car. Once in the car I take one last look at the hospital before driving off.
*end flashback*
Thinking back on it now, it was a good thing I got done when I did. It gave me time to get everything straightened out for when Chloe and I leave with Harry and the guys.
I was able to get Chloe's passport all sorted out and I should get that by the time I return after the week traveling with Harry. I got all my bills set up to pay online. I have enough in savings to get me by for a little while, even though Harry has told me a million times to save it and he would take care of all of my bills. I just couldn't let him do that. I felt guilty, like I was using him or something. I felt like I needed to take care of things on my own while I still could. I didn't want to be burden on anyone.
It was also nice being able to spend extra time with Harry. Especially since he is leaving to go to England Wednesday.
Tomorrow.
I felt like our time together brought us closer. Our days were spent doing errands together, spending time with Chloe, hanging out with the guys and Sidney. We always laughed together and had fun teasing each other and just being silly.
Even the times where we were serious. Talking about life and where we want to be in so many years. How Harry reluctantly admitted that he would like to branch out on his own but he wasn't sure if it was the right time or if it was the right dicision. Even though I'd be crushed if One Direction split up, I know that Harry needed to do what he felt was best for him and I would be there to support him no matter what.
I remember that conversation.
*flashback*
Harry and I lay in bed together, my head resting on his chest, his hands holding me tight against him.
"So what do you think is in One Directions future?" I ask him quietly, tracing the butterfly tattoo on his stomach.
"I'm not sure to be honest. The guys and I have talked about what we do next but no one really seems to be sure."
I nod slowly.
"To be completely honest, I don't think either one of us would be opposed to taking a break and seeing where we are after. And I... I don't think I would mind going off on my own, finding out who I am as a solo artist." He said causiously.
I tilt my head up and look at him, his eyes full of worry and doubt. I reach my hand up and cup his face, running my thumb over his cheek.
"Hey, don't doubt yourself. If you want to go off on your own then I'll support you, one hundred percent. You have been with One Direction for five years, that's a long time, longer than anyone thought you guys would be together. You owe it to yourself to find out who you are without all the One Direction hype." I console home, watching his eyes brighten at my words, the worry disappearing.
"This is why I love you so much. You get my out of my head and keep me from over thinking things and doubting myself. You are truly an amazing person and you are all mine!" He tells me, pulling me up a little so are lips are lightly touching.
"All yours." I assure him.
"For forever?" He asks hesitantly.
I looked into his deep green eyes, seeing the anticipation behind them. I knew this wasn't a proposal. I knew he just needed the reassurance that I wasn't going anywhere, that I was serious about us. And I was. I have never been so serious about anything, aside from being a parent. Our relationship means so much to me. Just thinking about not being with him and seeing his beautiful face everyday made my chest literally ache. I felt sick to my stomaching trying to picture days spent where I wouldn't be able to kiss him or feel his touch or hear his voice. I knew that I would be here for as long as he wanted me.
"For forever."
*end flashback*
That was kind of a huge step, I felt, in our relationship. Like it became more serious, more adult like. Not that it wasn't serious before, things just felt different. Each kiss held more emotion. Each touch held more meaning. Every 'I love you' saying so much more. The need to be close was stronger.
Everyone noticed too. Louis always made little comments about how we were always touching, either holding hands, or Harry resting a hand on my back, or my arms around his waist. Sidney thought it was romantic, Liam thought it was cute, Niall didn't seem to care. Louis said it was sickening but we just laughed it off, knowing he was just sour since his breakup with Eleanor.
Harry and Chloe's relationship seemed to grow as well. They became inseparable. She was so in love with him. And he with her. She hardly came to me anymore, she always reached for Harry. It doesn't exactly bother me, I know she loves him just as much as I do. Plus i still get some cuddle time with her, so I couldn't complain to much.
I loved seeing them together. We would switch off, Harry putting Chloe to bed one night and I would get the next night. It was Harry's idea and that melted my heart. He was showing me he wanted to be actively involved with raising her. I would sometimes stand outside her door and listen to him talk to her and tell her stories or he would sing to her quietly until she fell asleep. Sometimes I would catch my self tearing up, knowing that there wasn't many guys out there that would take on this role. Or be this great.
My life couldn't get anymore perfect.