Hayes grier imagines

Treehouse adventures

I've never been normal.

Whilst other girls my age like to wear ripped skinny jeans with little tight crop tops and high tops with perfectly straightened hair, I prefer to wear dungarees two sizes too big with a bold, frilly blouse underneath and pastel-coloured knee-high socks to match. Instead of Tiffany rings and big statement jewellery, I accessorise with long multi-coloured beads and gold bangles that line my wrist up to my elbows.

My hair is never straightened. Nor is it curled or tampered with in any way. My hair remains curly as it naturally is and only ever changes when I brush it (then it just becomes frizzy). I often wear bunches- of course with coloured ribbons that are frayed at the edges- or plaits but plaits are less likely since my hair doesn't exactly behave.

Most people don't seem to like how I am and some of those people make it quite obvious. Like the other day when that girl pulled off my ribbon and threw it in the puddle- her and her friends were trying to persuade me that it was 'only for my own good'. Or just last week when that group of boys punctured my bike tire and told me to walk because it would 'do me some good'. I just thanked them, picked up my bike and strolled along.

Every time somebody hurts me, they assure me that they were just helping me. But why are they trying to help me? I'm not broken.

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I cycled up to my home. Not my house- my home. I could never call my house 'home' because they say that 'home is where the heart is' and my heart is not there. The only heart there is my mum's and even that heart is barely there.

So when my mum isn't at our house, which is very often, I stop by at the woods. Not many people know about the woods- not even my mum. She thinks I'm at the library with my friend 'Alice'- I don't know anybody called Alice.

Instead, I'm by myself as usual, hauling myself up the creaking ladder of the tree house. To be honest, it isn't really my treehouse. However, it isn't anybody else's either and I've sort of claimed it.

Up in the oak tree with the golden orange leaves, is my home. It's actually surprising large and somewhat safe up there and I remember the first time I visited; I was scared that the floor would collapse beneath me. But it didn't collapse. So the next time I came, I bought along with me a basket filled with stray pillows that I had found, a couple of blankets and my little radio- surprisingly it also had signal.

When I reached the top of the ladder, I began to start my normal routine. I turned the radio and fiddled with the stations until I found a song that I liked. Then I commenced to dance. I danced like nobody was watching because there's never usually anybody in the unknown woods. But little did I know, this time there was...

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*Hayes POV*

"Oh Karolina " I thought to myself as I watched the poor girl being tormented- again. I would do something if I was a little bigger......and a little braver. Most of the time I would just feel sorry for her and go along with my day except this time I had some courage and I was going to change that. Just I didn't have enough to stand up to the bullies just yet so I thought I would just try and talk to her since nobody seems to do that. And I may have sort of liked her a little. Ok so maybe I liked her a lot?

So after class, I picked up my bag and followed her out through the gates of the school. I was going to approach her then but suddenly she grabbed her bike, jumped on and rode off.

"Seriously?" I thought to myself again. How did I forget she rode her bike?

Luckily, today was the one day where I also had a bike of my own since my older brother Nash refused to pick me up today because he had a date and had to get ready.

So I hastily unlocked my bike from its chain, jumped on and followed Karolina.

And somehow, I ended up in the woods. Behind a tree. Watching as she danced along freely in a tree house.

I considered leaving then. She was obviously busy and fine but she still intrigued me so, taking a deep breathe, I started to climb the ladder.

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*Karolina POV*

Someone was climbing the ladder.

I paused, rushing to the back of the wall, my eyes searching the space for a weapon of some sort. They found a pair of scissors from my pencil case and soon enough I was silently creeping to retrieve them. When I was fully armed, the stranger reached the top. I screamed but soon calmed down after recognising the stranger as Hayes, the blue-eyed boy in my maths class who I often found myself daydreaming about. So what if I liked him? Who could blame me- he's beautiful.

"Hi?" I asked, confused as to why he would follow me, "I thought you were one of the nice ones..."

"I am! I swear I'm not here to be mean! I just wanted to talk!" He protested, stepping closer. In return, I stepped further away.

"So you followed me?" I shouted.

"Well I guess so yeah but not in a creepy way!"

"How is this not creepy?" I argued, raising the scissors.

"I was going to talk to you after class but you just rode away on your bike and I had a bike too so I guess I just kind of went along with it..."

"Well...um....hi?" I said, dropping my scissors to the floor- which caused him to sign with relief and relax.

"Hi."

"Is that it?"

"Yeah....I kind of forgot to plan what I was going to say....I thought it would come naturally," he said, biting his lip. I giggled slightly.

"Well how's that going for you?" I asked jokingly.

"Not very well to be quite honest," he replied, laughing with me. Not at me. But with me.

"Well how are you?"

"I'm ok thanks. And how are you Karolina?"

"Brilliant," I said, smiling brightly at him.

"Great but do you know what would make me brilliant too?"

"What's that Hayes?"

"If you said yes to being my girlfriend."

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And, of course, I said yes and we danced along to my little radio together.

AN: that was a personal imagine for Love_Hayes_17 . I hope you liked it because you had such a cool idea and I really wanted to make it work! I know it's not exactly what you asked for but when I'm writing I just sort of go with the flow and this is how it ended up...

Please keep commenting guys because when I'm a bit down I like to go through all the comments and cheer myself up and I've run out of comments to read!

Question: favourite song at the moment?

My answer: trouble or empty gold by Halsey!