Safe haven |Hazel Callahan x Reader |

Guitar

As I'm walking to lunch I hear music playing from down the hallway. A few strums, a guitar? I think.
I follow the sound, tracing my hands along the lockers as I go. The squeaks of my shoes interrupt the song. I hear a few mumbles, La's and Hums. It's beautiful. Like a siren.
I continue down the hall until I reach a door, slightly ajar. I peak in and see dark curls and blue jeans.
Hazel.
She taps the guitar, strums and then seems to write something down. I lean closer. She Hums again. This time higher and lighter. I lean again, stumble and a loud creak explodes into the room and startles both Hazel and I.
Her head whips up in fear, before tilting with a smile.
"Hi"
She says. And something in me quivers.
"Hi"
I stand silently, she sits silently.
I shake my head and grab the door handle.
"I-I'm so sorry I don't know wh-
I begin towards the door but she stands up and steps towards me. Her hand grabs my wrist.
"No"
I turn back, look down at her hand and then back up to her face.
"You can sit down, if you want"
She gestures to the chair in front of her. My hand falls from the handle and hers from my wrist and I take a seat. Her knee grazes mine as she sits down again.
"You don't have to tell me twice"
I cross my arms, lean back and glance at her notebook of scribbles.
"So what do we have here then"
"Oh it's nothing just-
She quickly closes the book and places her guitar beside her.
"Touché"
"So why aren't you with PJ and Josie, don't yous usually have lunch on the bleachers?"
I nod and pull my sandwich out of my bag.
"Maybe I was looking for my favourite undercover guitar player"
I take a bite.
She laughs and man spreads, her tongue tracing her canines.
Holy god. I look away immediately.
I swallow my bite.
"Sometimes I hide in empty classrooms. Well, I did at my old school. It can get a bit-
"Much"
She finishes my sentence.
"Yeah"
"Why do you think I'm down here?"
"to find a girl like me of course"
Well that came off a bit too flirty. She washes slightly pink and taps her foot.
"Do you play?"
She grabs the neck of her guitar.
"I used to, a bit"
"Oh you have to do it now!"
She sits up excitedly and her smile triggers mine instantly.
"No no I couldn't-
I wave her off.
"Yea I think so"
She pulls her chair closer to mine, her legs now trapping mine. She places the guitar in-front of me and I roll my eyes. As I assume the position it occurs to me i haven't done this in years.
She slaps her thighs excitedly.
"Don't be expecting too much"
I try to place my fingers but my memory fails me.
"C?"
I strum lightly and we both wince at the sound. She giggles and moves closer, resting one hand on my knee and the other moves my fingers into the correct position. I suck in air and make the decision to hold it, until the touching is over. Her hand is warm and the spot on my knee burns in an unfamiliar way. I glance at her, as she focuses on my fingers. Her hair falls into her eyes and her lips lie slightly parted.
"Okay"
She taps my knee and smiles up at me.
"Give it a go"
I strum lightly and she claps.
"C!"
I exclaim, jumping slightly from my seat. Her hand remains, and the sensation remains. In fact, i feel it in my 4th period class, fifth, on the bus home and in my bed that night. The burning doesn't dissipate or flicker, but is simply fuelled by her absence.