Safe haven |Hazel Callahan x Reader |

Friday

Authors note
-I wanted to make this a part of the story, even though the fight club has played a very minor role. PJ-Hazel ships won't like this one. This is very much a retelling of the movie from a different perspective. My apologies-

We got back from the camping trip last Sunday. Since then, the fight club has fallen apart.
We found out that the only reason they made it was to hook up with a few of the cheerleaders. It didn't go down well. I was mad for a while, but it's hard to hate someone like PJ.
Yes, she does bad things. But her intentions were pure. Okay maybe pure isn't the right word. She's just a teenager. I was more pissed that Hazel didn't tell me. I mean, considering we spend half our lessons together and plenty of lunches in music rooms.
Well, that was until she got the shit beaten out of her.
Everyone's still mad and they've all rallied together to give Hazel some support and keep her company. Her head is currently resting on my lap and everyone's huddled together on the sofa. I can hear her soft snores and I stroke her hair rhythmically. We're watching mean girls.
Very relevant it seems.
"That's PJ"
Annie says and points to Regina George. I smile and roll my eyes.

-Huntington game-
"Oh shit I left my painkillers in the car"
Hazel exclaims as she rummages through her pockets. She begins to turn back into the crowd but I stop her.
"I'll go get them"
"No, no-
She smiles.
"Hazel, I want to"
Seeing her in pain has been difficult. As I stare at her from my spot on the bleachers , the distortion of her face becomes even more obvious. I'm thankful, now, that I didn't see the fight. Pep rallies make me anxious, and for that I'm actually thankful.
She nods and sits down.
I hold out my hand and she drops the keys into them.
"I'll be back in five"
I start down the bleachers, through the crowd beginning to take their seats, past the cheerleaders and head to the carpark.
I search the front seat, no pain killers.
I search the back seat, nothing.
I even search the trunk and come up empty handed.
I see PJs car enter and stop in a spot and I give her a wave and then turn back and keep searching the car. I can't walk back empty handed, not with the state Hazels in.
The cheerleaders shout and music plays from the field.
It's been almost ten minutes and I decide to give Hazel a call.
It rings with no answer. I cross my arms and tap my foot, looking around and becoming aware of the darkness surrounding me.
"Come on, pick up"
I try her again. Nothing.
After what felt like 20 minutes at least, I begin my walk back to the football field. As I enter I hear clapping. I turn the corner.

Blood. Bodies. My stomach drops and I turn to the cheering crowd, walking backwards into the field.
Josie. PJ. Hazel.
They're all crowded around, plastered in red. I turn and run towards them. Their faces are screwed up and they're hugging.
My mind rushes with conflicting thoughts.
Are they sad?
Why's Hazel smiling?
Is that guy okay?
By the time I make it closer to the centre of the field Hazel has turned on me and I continue towards her. She stands completely blank. Her arms are limp beside her body and before I reach her I slow down to a jog. I throw my arms around her but she stays limp.
After a few seconds I pull away from her.
"Hazel what happened? Are you okay? Who are these people? Is that blood?"
My voice is frantic and shaky.
I reach out and wipe her face softly. Her eyes close as I caress her cheek.
"Hazel, answer me"
I shake her lightly and her eyes meet mine. I flicker between her eyes, searching for a sign of some kind. But I can't find anything concrete. There's a hint of sadness, shock, relief even?
She pulls me back into a hug then. My arms around her waist this time and hers around my shoulders. My heart begins to slow dramatically. I shuffle between my feet to find a comfortable position. I can't completely relax with the bodies of men surrounding us, and a few of the members of fight club collapsed on the floor, covered in blood. PJ is standing a few metres away with some of the girls. They eye us in an unfamiliar way and i motion my hand for them to come over. I move under Hazels arms and she loosens her grip, freeing me from the hug.
My eyes don't leave the bodies and the splatters of red on everyone and everything.
I hear sirens now and streaks of blue and red flash across the field. The crowds cheers have faded and a stampede has formed as they leave the football field.
The entire fight club have now huddled in the centre of the field. No one speaks. People scratch their heads, arms are slung over each other and hands are interlocked.
I want to hold Hazels hand.
This is not a thought, but a notion. It isn't  optional. Its a compulsion.
For the second time i will not question it.
I reach out into the abyss and find my safe haven in her. My fingers slip between hers. We are completely in sync. Her hand is perfectly complimentary to mine; in its texture, in its size and in its warmth.
For the first time I will not retreat.

"The police are going to question us"
PJ starts and the group look between each other. Eyes are glazed in fear.
"It was self defence"
Josie continues for her.
She holds up a ripped piece of paper. There's a pineapple on it.
"We have proof"
There are a few murmurs and nods.
Sylvie nudges me and I turn to her.
"You wanna hear something funny?"
Taking a glance at the bleeding men around me, I nod enthusiastically. She laughs and leans closer and whispers....
"PJ and Hazel kissed on the mouth"