Right Where We Are

***Hazel's POV***

August 15.
The day I will meet my idol and the love of my life; the man I've been obsessing over for 7 years now.

I sit up in my bed, glancing at my alarm clock. It's only 7:30 am so I have 5 and a half hours to prepare myself, which means I could go back to sleep for an hour or two but my heart is fluttering too much to even close my eyes.

I stand up and walk into my ensuite and step into the shower. I quickly lather my body and wash my hair, standing in the shower a bit longer to get warm. My bedroom is in the basement and I live just west of Denver, in the Colorado Rockies. My tile bathroom floor is always cold so I almost always stay in the warm shower a while to wake myself up.

I step out of the shower, putting my pajamas and slippers back on and throwing my short hair up into a towel. I leave the bathroom, walking into my bedroom and turning my music on. The first thing to come on shuffle is Come Together by The Beatles. I subconsciously start dancing around and singing along, going through my vintage record collection looking for Abbey Road. I pull it out and start playing it instead of my phone, because the sound of a vinyl is way better than the sound of digital. I turn the volume down, so as to not wake up my sister and walk upstairs towards the kitchen.

I know my parents are already gone at work, so I'm confused when I hear the sound of cereal being poured into a bowl. As I round the corner into the kitchen I see Sadie sitting on the counter eating fruity pebbles.

"What are you doing up?" I ask, skeptical of her being awake this early, let alone being functional.

"To help you, of course!" she enthusiastically replies as I stand on my tiptoes to get my Starbucks mug out of the cabinet.

I fill my cup with hot water and drop an English breakfast tea bag into it. I open the fridge and pull out two eggs and place a skillet on the stove to heat up. I drop two pieces of toast into the toaster, glancing over my shoulder to see Sadie staring at me with a glare of amazement/disgust/disapproval.

"What?!" I giggle, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Why do you have to be on that weird diet? And how can you live eating the same thing every morning for so long?"

I chuckle, understanding her look.

"Well, I enjoy eating healthy and eating meat strongly goes against my morals. And I don't eat the same thing every morning, sometimes I have Egyptian mint tea and scrambled eggs," I say with a smirk.

"Oh shut up," my sister rolls her eyes, "I wonder where you got your smart-assyness?"

After breakfast I go downstairs and start to get ready. Sadie insists on helping me, and I don't argue because she's the family fashionista.

I flip the record in my record player and walk into my bathroom, shaking my hair out of the towel. I decide to let my hair dry naturally the rest of the way so it's not frizzy. I brush my teeth and walk out into my room, sitting down on my bed and start scrolling through Instagram.

"Hazles, do you want to look classy or casual or complete hipster blog today?" Sadie yells from my closet.

"I want to look casual, but classy, and not like I'm trying too hard."

"Alright!" my designer of a sister walks out of my closet holding distressed light skinny jeans and a grey t-shirt.
I pull the jeans on, happy with how comfortable yet form-fitting they are, and flip the t-shirt over my head. The straps of my mint colored sports bra show a little bit, but Sadie reassures me that it looks okay. I walk over to my dresser and pull on my favorite socks (the left one the Oogie Boogie Man from Nightmare Before Christmas and the right a Cheshire Cat, of course mix matched), and go back into the bathroom.

My hair is dry by this point so I straighten my few flyaways but otherwise leave my natural waves. I carefully apply my eyeliner and mascara, Sadie disapprovingly groaning and saying I should at least put some lipstick on.

"No thank you, I want to look like myself; no different than I would look on any other day."

"Fine fine, it's your day."

I go back into my bedroom and pull on my favorite booties and sling my usual cross-body bag over my shoulder. Pulling on my favorite beanie, I notice Sadie smirking behind me. I disconnect my phone from my charger, sliding it into the pocket of my ripped jeans (a/n see what I did there (; ) and turning off my stereo.

"Bye Sades! I'm gonna go pick up something from downtown and go hang out with Connor."

"Bye, baby sis!" Sadie says, hugging me.

I take a deep breath and walk out of the door.
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OMG IM A TERRIBLE PERSON.
I'm sorry it's been like two and a half months or smth since I last updated! I rewrote this whole chapter like 3 times, even though it wasn't even very important to the story line ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
And it's still a shit chapter ugh. The next chapter (that I stg will be published tonight) is a character description of Hazel & I eventually want to write a chapter of questions for the characters answered from their pov so pls be commenting questions for them on these next few chapters. Also I think I'm gonna start doing a song of the chapter & maybe attaching random videos I want you to watch (: (ps I know only like maybe 2 ppl read this but let's just pretend a lot of ppl do so I don't sound stupid in these a/ns)
okay bye now
lots of luv,
haleigh xx