Safe haven |Hazel Callahan x Reader |

Promposal

"I did it!"
"Did what?"
"Proposed"
I side eye PJ and adjust my file.
"Huh?"
"Promposed? Homecoming-posed? Whatever the fuck it is"
Shit.
The panic sets in and I slow my pace.
"You wha-
"I slipped a note in her locker, with a rose. Not too shabby"
She brushes off her shoulders and i stop completely. She smacks my arm playfully.
"What the fucks wrong with you?"
My eyes flick around the locker square frantically and when I see her my heart drops. Splat. On the floor. Blood splatters on my jeans. Hazel opens her locker slowly and a flower falls to the floor. She looks around tentatively and crouches down to lift it up. She smells it and closes her eyes. She looks so beautiful, like a fairy. For a second, I allow myself to enjoy the moment. I feel pride as if I bought her it. I begin to anticipate her reaction and a smile grows on my face. She reaches into her locker and pulls out a small envelop. She opens it softly, taking care not to rip the envelope. I see her eyes trace the page and widen as they get to the bottom. Her smile is now reaching from one ear to the other and my heart knocks on my chest impatiently. She loves it.
"Oh shit! She sees us"
PJs voice flips my smile immediately and the dread begins to set in. What the fuck have I done. Hazels eyes are on us now. Well, on me.
She's smiling at me. God no. Don't smile. Please. I don't deserve it.
"I, I gotta go to the bathroom"
I whip my body around and charge down the hallway out of her sight. I swing the door open and rush into a cubicle, slamming it shut.
I throw my bag to the corner, collapse in the toilet and pull my legs up to hug them.
"Shit shit shit shit...
The door to the bathroom creaks and I whip my head up. I swear to god if that's PJ.
"You in here?"
To hear Hazels voice is to fall in love with her.
It's unavoidable. The soft rasp, the melodic lilt.....it's...i can't explain it. Even now, when I've fucked everything up, I can find comfort in it. Like listening to your old favourite song . There's a familiarity surrounding her words. Every-time I hear her speak, it's like I'm hearing it for the first time. It's exciting, intriguing....
"Yes"
I hear her step into the bathroom and I hear her set something down.
"Can you come out?"
I nod, as if she can see me and stand up off of the toilet. As I step out of the cubicle I look down and my eyes scan the sinks. The rose is there. The letter too. I flick my eyes to her and she's been watching me. She knows I've seen them. I have no choice. I look up into her eyes and I see a flicker of energy. Hope?
"What are those?"
The hope trickles out, draining from her eyes.
She shakes her head and scoffs. I can see her anger in the way her eyes widen. I can see it in her clenching and unclenching hands.
"They're from PJ. Apparently"
"Oh. The rose is beautiful"
She scoffs again.
"I can't even be bothered"
She grabs the flowers and the envelope and walks to the door. I stand. Silent. Her footsteps echo around the room. An easy split.
And then she stops. I hear her sigh. She turns to me and raises her arms in frustration.
"Are you seriously gonna let me leave?"
I cross my arms in front of my chest. Let her go. I nod and her eyes well up. It takes everything in me; every tensed muscle and clenched joint to stop myself from embracing her. I just want to hug her, squeeze out the pain and take it for myself.
"Did I do something?"
I clench my jaw tighter at her question. No, she's done nothing wrong.
"I just don't really care. You should go, with PJ, to homecoming"
"I don't want to"
"Why-
"I want to go with you. Look-
She drops the rose and envelope into the sink and wipes away her tears as they continue to fall. Her chin quivers as she gasps for air between sentences.
"Look if this is because of you aunt, she doesn't care! PJ came out to her and she was fine with it."
It's not her.
"If things are moving too fast then just tell me. But I can't- I can't keep going back and forth. It's too difficult. You care one day and you don't the next!"
I know It's me. I'm the problem.
"I don't think it was that serious, Hazel"
Her arms collapse to her sides.
"Not that?! I- we had sex. That might not be serious to you but it is for me"
It is! I promise it is! I curse myself mentally but I know my aunt is right. It's not fair to hold her back. She should be loved in the way I can't love her. I take a deep breathe. And finish it.
"And that was fun. But, that's it. Just, fun."
She opens her mouth to speak. Nothing come out. Her tears are steaming but she's no longer gasping. I breathe deeply and walk around her. As soon as I'm out her sight my eyes flood with tears. They trickle out of my eyes until I'm home, in my bed. At which point, I'm numb.

-I'm sorry guys 😖. Just, trust..okay?—