Safe haven |Hazel Callahan x Reader |

Camping- friday evening

"Can you see anything?"
We both cup our eyes and look into the dark windows of the cabin door.
"I don't think there's anyone in there?"
I mutter. She turns to me and nods as she backs up from the window. As she's walking back she begins rolling up her sleeve. I make a puzzled face.
"Wait what are you..
She runs up to the window and swings her fist into it.
"AHHH!!"
We both scream. Hazel even louder, as if shocked at herself.
I rush over to her, the darkness has now taken over so I can't see anything.
"What the actual fuck!"
"I just thought-
She winced and I hear shuffling as if she's grabbing her hand.
I pull off my backpack and pull out the flashlight PJs mum insisted we take.
I switch it on and shine it in her face.
"If you had of given me a sec.."
I swing my arm back and swing it at the window.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
I grunt in annoyance. With the last swing a crack forms and one last strike shatters the glass. Hazel goes to put her hand in but I do it first. She seems to be very accident prone so it's probably for the best. The rain continues heavily on my head as I find the handle and turn it slowly.
The door creaks and I hear metal brush against each other and finally it swings open.
"Yes!"
We both laugh and step into the dark cube of a 'cabin'.
I shine my flashlight Infront of me and put my arm out to stop Hazel going any further.
"You stay here okay, let me find the light"
She stays quiet and I search around hesitantly. Eventually I find a beaded string and pull it. A yellowish tint lights up the room. I turn to her and smile until I see her gripping her fist in pain. She's staring down at it.
I walk further into the cabin, past a fireplace and tartan sofas to another wooden door. It opens up to a bedroom with an en-suite. The toilet, bath and sink are all green. It's as if the cabin is a preserved model of a 1970s home. With a light dusting, it would shape up nicely.
"Hazel, in here"
I hear her shrug off her bag and walk into the bathroom to meet me.
She winces and I grab toilet roll and pass it to her. She dabs it lightly on her bleeding knuckles.
I look around the room and contemplate the electricity.
"There must be some kind of generator around here or something"
Hazel sits on the edge of the bath and I stand In front of her, the tissue begins sticking to the open wound.
"Do you think water would be pushing our luck a bit?"
She smiles up at me and I chuckle. I eye her face. Even in this state she looks, well, she looks...perfect. My cheeks flush and I turn away.
"I'm gonna go and sort out the sleeping situation"
The central room has a double bed and a sofa. There's a damp smell that gets stronger as I walk over to the living room. I switch on a lamp and slump down on the sofa.
"Shit"
I stand up immediately and turn over to feel the sofa. It's soaked.
I feel something plop on my head and look up. Another droplet lands on my forehead. When I place my hand out i catch a stream of the rain seeking fortitude along with us.
Hazel walks out of the bathroom and peels off her coat. I look away.
"There's a leak, the whole sofas soaked"
"And the bed?"
I walk over and feel the mattress. Perfectly dry.
"It's pretty dry"
"We're all good then, we can just share"
She says it so flippantly that I get embarrassed at my overthinking.

-time jump-
When I walk out of the bathroom Hazels waiting for me on the bed. I pull my hair forward to cover my shoulders as I become aware of my lack of clothing. She watches me intently, her face completely straight and her head slightly tilted right. I was completely drenched down to my vest, so Im left with only thermal leggings and a white vest.
She hops off the bed and I halt, eyeing her as she walks closer to me. Just when my heart begins to skip she veers off into the bathroom and closes the door.
I let out a breath and hold my head in my hands. What is happening to me.
I stand there for a second and contemplate my reaction to her merely walking in my direction. My eyes blink aggressively as I try to banish the thoughts.
When she emerges from the bathroom I'm tucked under the duvet. The light from the bathroom lines her silhouette. I admire her for a few seconds, eyeing her up and down. Her clothes must have all been soaked too, as she's in a vest and slightly baggier pants. Her hair has dried out now and the curls have returned. It looks so fluffy. Thoughts flash through my mind and I force them out just as quickly.
I've never seen her in tight clothing.
I want to touch her hair.
I wonder what her skin feels like.
Shame bubbles up inside me and I peel my eyes away, sinking deeper into the mattress.
A thick tension seems to divide us and by the time I look away she's at the bed and climbing in beside me. The bed dips and so does my stomach. I've turned the light off now and the silence is deafening. Bed creaks fill the room...and then...nothing.
"You don't mind the light on, do you?"
She lays down and turns to me. I turn to face her. Her figure is still carved into the light from the bathroom.
"No I don't mind, I prefer it actually"
"I'm afraid of the dark"
I giggle.
"Same"
She shuffles closer to me and our knees touch. Neither of us seems to care. Or maybe she doesn't notice. But I do. And I stay there, stealing her warmth.
"I can't actually believe that happened, the rain was crazy! Oh my god and where do you think they've gone!..
Hazel begins to talk and she doesn't stop, barely breathing between sentences. My smile goes unnoticed in the darkness. I allow my eyes to flutter shut as I listen to her. I often do this, rest in her presence. Her voice almost mimics her guitar strums and her sentences are strung together with gasps of air and pendular pulses of newly familiar pitches. It's a song to my ears and so It calms me. She suddenly feels too distant and I shuffle closer to her as she continues her rant. I open my eyes again and my shin cements to hers. I then position my thigh next to hers and look up at her. Her eyes crease and stretch as she speaks. Her nose scrunches like a bunny and her mouth....
I stare at it in a way I haven't allowed myself before. It draws me closer, her minty breath filling my lungs.
"I bet this is all a prank. I bet they're all outside right now. Should we check? You don't actually think-
"I checked earlier, only a few wolves"
" Holy shit"
She begins to sit up. I reach out and place my hand on her waist, lightly holding her down. She immediately tenses.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding"
I recognise what I've done in an instant.
For fuck sake.
Within a second I retrieve my hand and tuck it shamefully underneath my body.
I say nothing. There's only silence. The air seems to thicken and my stomach churns unforgivingly.
Hazel gulps and slowly lowers her body back onto the mattress.
"I-
She begins.
"Goodnight"
I turn my body from hers. Curling up in shame and ridding my body of all her contact and warmth.
I feel ashamed. This isn't me. I can't let this be me. He told me this isn't okay. I know it's not right.

Authors note: hey guys just wondering if dual POV is something I should consider. Let me know :)