Our Story/TBS imagine

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I woke up suddenly to the sounds of banging.

I slowly allowed my eyes to open as I stirred into current day.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I looked over to the kitchen to see Hazil going through my cupboards.

"Hazil? What time is it? What are you doing? If you were hungry I could of made you something." I moaned.

I saw Thomas at the other end of the sofa but he was still asleep.

I remember closing my eyes after Hazil announced she was tired last night and that she needed to see in my bed.

I stood up but had to sit down when a sharp pain ran through my spine.

"Ow!" I screeched.

I slowly got up from the sofa and wobbled towards the kitchen, resting my hands on my back.

"I've done something awful to my back." I tried to make conversation with Hazil, she still carried on slamming my cupboards.
I reached up and into the medical cupboard and pulled some cream and began appalling it to my back. 
When I was finished I put it back, still listening to Hazil wrecking my beautiful kitchen cupboards.
How was Thomas not awake from the noise?

"Just be gentle slamming them will you? This is my first flat, I take pr-" I gasped for air when Hazil turned around and slammed me against the side.
With about 10 centimetres between us I studied for quite well.
Her hair was completely straight, there was no curls at all. She had a large fringe which covered her left eye but you couldn't mistake the amount of black eyeliner and mascara covering up her innocent light brown eyes.

"Do I look like I care what you think?" The girl glared at me "I don't know who you are, or how you are dating Thomas. But I don't like you, and I'm going to make your life awful."
I pushed her off hard and glared at her.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Thomas broke the silence. My eyes locked with his "what the bloody hell is going on?"