Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 5

A/N- hey! I was inspired to start this story and I just couldn't wait until my other one was finished. I hope you, if anyone is reading this, are enjoying it so far. If you are, please comment, vote and let me know what you think! <3

Hazel

After Harry went off with Niall I went to put Chloe to bed. I sat there and rocked her and thought about this whole night. It just seems so unreal that my best friend would know One Direction and that they were in my house right now. What's even more unbelievable is that Harry Styles was sitting on the floor with me, playing with Chloe and talking about being a father and dating someone who has a kid. Never in a million years did I think I would be in this situation. My life has been following the same routine; Chloe, work, Chloe, work. I'd occasionally go out with Sidney and have fun but most of the time I'd rather be with Chloe, trying to give her everything I know she deserves and to make up for the lack of a father figure.

I've dated a few guys, but they always ran off after I mentioned having a kid. I told myself I wasn't going to waste anymore of my time dating and that I was going to wait for the right guy, one that would accept me and my daughter.

I'm not stupid, I can see that Harry is interested in me. The flirting and the comment about dating someone with a baby proves that. I'm interested too, not because he's Harry Styles from One Direction but because in the short amount of time that I've known him, he's been so sweet and he makes me laugh and things just seem relaxed with him. Yeah I feel shy sometimes but he doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. I feel nervous, but in a good way. I get butterflies and my heart races.

I have to be realistic though, for my daughters sake. If I were to date Harry, what would happen when he's away on tour or away doing other stuff with the group? Will we fit into his busy lifestyle? I know he said having a kid would just make him have to do things differently but I wouldn't feel comfortable having him change his way of life just for us. Maybe we could make it work, we could go see him wherever he is when I have time off. Doesn't he have a house in California? Would we see each other on weekends? What about his fans and paparazzi and everything else that comes with being the famous Harry Styles? I've seen some nasty comments about girls Harry has been seen with. Could I deal with that? Do I want to put my daughter in that mess with paparazzis? There's so much to consider. I think I'm jumping the gun here, he hasn't even asked me out, and if he does, maybe we can talk about all this stuff. That is if the first date goes well and he wants to see me again.

Chloe is finally out so I make my way back to the remaining guests. There's probably about fifteen or so people still here, all sitting around the table or standing around the kitchen and dining room, all in conversation. Before I can make it to the kitchen, I'm in need of another glass of wine, a hand catches my arm and stops me. I turn around and groan inwardly.

"Hey Hazel. Haven't really gotten a chance to talk to you since the party started. How are you doing, having a good time?" Trevor asks, his eyes glossy, clearly having had to much to drink.

"I'm having a great time, hope you are having a good time." I'm hoping I sound as bored as I feel so he cuts this conversation short.

"It's just now getting better. Have I told you how hot you look tonight? Cause you do. Red is...definitely your color." He said, slurring a little.

"Thanks. I really should go find Sidney." I turn to leave but he catches my arm again. I glance over at the kitchen door just as Harry walks out, looking around, he smiles when he catches my eye and then frowns when he notices Trevor's hand on my arm. I plead with my eyes for him to come and save me.

"Don't go just yet. I have to...ask you something... Are you..doing anything...Saturday?" He manages to get out between hiccups. He needs to go home and sleep. By now he is rubbing his hand up and down my arm, making me want to throw up. His hands are rough, to rough for my liking, it feels like I'm being scraped by sandpaper. What the heck does he do? He runs a freaking recording studio.