Safe haven |Hazel Callahan x Reader |

Car

As I'm driving home from school I see Hazel on the sidewalk and I slow down beside her. She turns her head and smiles when she noticed me
"Hey...
I smile and slow to a stop. She slides her headphones down to her neck.
"Sorry, my mum told me not to talk to strangers"
"Ha ha. Do you want a ride?"
"Well if you're forcing me"
She fake rolls her eyes and jogs round the front of my car, sliding in and slamming the door.
When the door shuts the car is silent. We're alone again. I can sense us both reliving the memories of the last time we were alone. Hazels eyes are on me. I clear my through.
"So where are we off to?"
She questions me and pulls her belt on.
"I was planning on taking you out to the pier and throwing you in. That sound good?"
"Yes. It does actually. Very romantic"
"Good"
"Good"
"So McDonald's then?"

-time skip-
Hazel shoves a few chips in her mouth and I take a sip of my mango smoothie.
"Can I try your smoothie?"
I nod and hold it out and she takes a sip.
"Mmm"
"Good right?"
She nods and stares out to the pier. It's starting to get a big darker now and music plays softly in the background. Hazel selected a few. Her music taste didn't surprise me at all. A bit of phoebe Bridgers, Fiona apple, MUNA..oh and king princess.
"Can I ask you something?"
She speaks softly and turns back to me. The sun paints her face golden and she leaves me almost speechless. I can't believe I got it kiss her. I can't believe she kissed me. I smile at the thought.
"Can I?"
She snaps me back to reality.
"What? Sorry"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Oh, yes"
"Why are you living with PJ?"
I knew this would come up eventually. I suck up the last of my smoothie and use it as an excuse to think. How do you tell the girl you like, that the identity she shares with you is the reason your family hate you. The reason you moved hundreds of miles from home. The answer is, you just do.
"My uh family. They don't agree with my...lifestyle"
"Are you religious?"
I chuckle.
"No. I'm....
She shakes her head in confusion.
"Come on you know what I mean"
I place my hand on her thigh.
"I swear I don't"
"I'm..
I trace circles in her legs and look down at the shapes.
"I'm like you"
I look up at her.
"I like girls"
There's a smile brewing on her face and I lightly smack her arm.
"Hey that's not funny!"
She laughs now.
"I'm sorry it's just, you're saying that like it's a surprise"
"What's that supposed to mean? How did you know? Does everyone know?"
She nods her head.
"Yeah, I knew"
"How?"
"How?"
"Yeah"
"Maybe because we kissed, earlier, and you liked it"
I smack her arm again.
I turn away now and pull my knees up and rest my chin on them.
"You're disgusting. And how do you even know I liked it?"
I turn to her, my cheek resting on my knee.
"Oh trust me....I knew"
I roll my eyes.
"Well, that's my whole story. I have homophobic parents and I'm..
"A lesbian"
She speaks to nonchalantly about it that I barely recognise the word. I breath, and my chest feels as though it's lifting a brick.
That word.

Mom, dad, I-I I'm a lesbian.

I nod and look at Hazel now. The word seems different when she says it. It's not dirty or shameful. It's light and liberating.
"I'm a lesbian. You know that's the first time I've ever admitted that. Well, since I told them"As I remember the day my hands begin to shake slightly and a deep sadness settles  in my stomach.
"My dad said I was disgusting, a disappointment. My mum cursed God for doing this to them. She kept asking-
My eyes begin to sting with tears.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
A tear falls now, my voice cracks and Hazel rubs my back softly.
"That's why I can't hold your hand. It's pathetic"
"No, no, no sshh sshh"
Hazels arm moves to my shoulder and she pulls me towards her. My head nestles on her shoulder and she wipes my tears from my face with her thumb. I notice her cold ring on my skin.
"It's not pathetic"
I sniffle and reach out and grab her hand. We both watch as our fingers align and then fall into each other. Our intertwined hands rest on her thigh.
We're quiet for a while and then we begin talking. About stupid stuff. People in school, her family, my family, living with PJ, Josie and Isabel, the fight club, Jeff......favourite coffee, hot or cold coffee, our favourite seasons...
As I'm sitting across from her the excitement leaves my body tingling. Every time she smiles I want to kiss her. Every. Single. Time. She's staring out the window when I zone back in.
"I really don't like summer. It gets me all, like, sticky or something. I like layers. You know like a shirt, a hoodie, a coat-
Her eyes flicker to me and she stops.
"Why are you smiling?"
Because I really want to kiss you. I hold myself back from admitting it. With her looking at me the urge grows stronger. I think back to lunch today and the realisation dawns on me. I can just say it. 

"Because I really want to kiss you"
Her eyes widen and she turns pink immediately. Her eyes fall on my lips and trust me when I say I was already staring at hers.
"Every time you smile I want to kiss you, is that weird?"
I lay it on thicker. Seeing her like this is......well, I like it.
"God you can't say that to me"
She rolls her head back against the seat and goes even more red. I smile. I like having this effect on her. I reach my hand out and place in on her thigh. She looks down and I tilt my head to get a closer look at her.
"Why not?"
I whisper. She looks back up at me and I look from her eyes to her lips. Eyes. Lips. Eyes. Lips....
I can't take it anymore. I reach out and cup her face with both hands, pulling her towards me and crashing her lips into mine. This time my mouth opens immediately and our tongues brush each other, as if picking up where they left off. Her hands grip my shirt and she tugs on it aggressively.
"I don't think I can get over there"
I mumble against her mouth.
"You're going to have to"
That sentence sends a surge of heat between my legs. She tugs me more and I lean across the console. As the kisses get slower and deeper she traces a hand down to my thigh and guides my leg over the console and to one side of her body. She does the same to the other and  the heat between my legs only gets warmer.
I'm now straddling her and soft moans slip from my mouth and hers. My hands are now on the back of her neck and hers are on my thighs, squeezing them tightly. She begins to place light kisses on my jaw and down to my neck. I moan and arch my back to get closer. She seems to have found a sweet spot and shivers race down my spine.
"Hazel"
I whisper a plead for her to stop. The pleasure is too much. I can feel pulsing between my legs and another moan escapes. She smiles against my skin. Her kisses get lower and she tugs my T-shirt down to continue down my chest.
"Can I?"
She pulls away and eyes my T-shirt. I want to take it off. I'll do anything she wants in this moment.

"HEY! YOU CANT DO THAT HERE!"