Midnight Angel H.S COMPLETED

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HARRY POV

The batter sizzles in the pan, I'm not too sure if that means it's burning or not. The light from the sun engraves on my bare back and the chatter of the TV plays in the background.

I hum, leaving the batter there. I should've searched for a tutorial on pancakes.

I haven't burnt any yet, but that's because I haven't made any.

The smell of a slight burn fills my lungs so, in response, I flip the pancakes. It's not burnt, which is a good thing.

"The face of 'Mode', Harry Styles, has been confirmed to have gone missing. 19 year old model, Harry Styles went missing supposedly five weeks ago. Since, hasn't been captured by the media and Styles' mother finally speak up."

My ears switch on all of a sudden, I walk over to the old TV and turn the volume up, leaving the pancakes for only seconds.

There are a couple of pictures on the screen, mostly of me and Hazel caught out. There are also a few from Mode.

Then, my mum appears on the screen.

She's high as a fucking kite. I can tell by how her face sits.

My jaw tightens, whatever bullshit she says, she probably doesn't mean it because of her influence right now.

"My son, Harry is smart. There have been rumors spreading around of him going missing. After speculation, we've decided to handle the situation privately. Thank you."

I flip the pancake and I hear Hazel step downstairs.

"It's truly disappointing seen as he is new and upcoming. I've personally never seen a model grow success this fast and it's just sad that he's vanished." Another girl on screen says. "Truly, this really shows how damaging modelling really can be."

I'm not even angry. It's just sad that they care about an adults life more than real problems.

Hazel's slim arms wrap around my waist, I plate up a pancake. Her touch makes me smile and she kisses my shoulder once.

"They think we've vanished." She smiles.

It's true but it's weird how they don't mention Hazel. Hazel is my girlfriend yet they don't care about her at all. She's vanished as much as I have.

I smile at the thought of people not knowing where I am before taking Hazel's thighs, and lifting her to the counter. I bend down slightly and place a kiss on her thigh, she smiles in response. I take a piece of pancake on a fork and put it to her mouth. She opens and eats the pancake.

She's been eating more. I'm just so proud and happy for her, honestly. It's not fair how much words can affect someone.

"We must be if they say we are," I smile, relating back to the fact that we've disappeared.

She smiles and I give her another piece of pancake. I then place just a small kiss on her shoulder, my flannel making her arms look bigger. "Eat up, my love. Our ride is outside." I say, taking in her features.

It's not a lie when I say that Hazel Woods is the most gorgeous person I've ever fucking layed my eyes on. I never physically could cause her pain. I couldn't ever try and make her cry. I'd live with fucking guilt. I love her so fucking much and I'm so fucking lucky.

"Where are we going?" She says, eating another bite of pancake.

"Nowhere, just going around the block." I say, answering her question. I never really have a place to go, I just like going places with her. "I know you want to try out our pool, we could do that after."