Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 22

Harry

We stayed a little longer after we introduced our new single. People congratulated us and complimented us on our song, saying how great it was. It felt great, getting the support of our friends and closest people in our lives. I could the guys were just as happy as I was. We were all smiling like fools.

Our trip back to that car was a little different then our way in. There were triple the paparazzi, more flashes, more demands of a picture and to answer a few questions. I looked down at Hazel huddled into my side, she looks up at me and smiles and nods, already knowing what I has going to ask. Perhaps she guessed when she saw Louis and the rest of the guys stopping to answer some questions and take some pics.

I head over to one man, who was calling out my name. I stop and I straighten up and Hazel stands up straighter too, still keeping her arms around my waist.

"Harry! Is this your new girl of the week?" I had to keep myself from looking pissed off. I could feel Hazel tense in my arms.

"Not the girl of the week. Hazel here is different, we are different. This is a forever kind of thing." I comment. The guy looked shocked for a second, quickly recovering and smiling at us. He lifts his camera and takes a quick photo of us and I smile and turn and start making our way back to the car. I hear others calling out my name but I just didn't feel like answering any other questions that questioned my relationship with Hazel.

"Harry how long do you think this relationship will last?"

"Harry! Over here! Is this the girl you're with just while you are staying in Tennessee?"

"Harry! Who will it be next week?"

The questions kept getting worse. I felt Hazel tense again as we got to the car. She didn't relax until we started driving off.

"I'm so sorry Hazel. I shouldn't have stopped to speak with them. Ignore what they were saying. They look at my past history and automatically assume I'm some player. I'm not, I swear. I would never..."

"Shh, Harry, it's ok. I know you aren't using me. What they were asking were horrible questions. I don't see how you deal with that all the time." She says sympathetically. She shouldn't be worried about me.

"I'm use to it. I know what's real and I know that the tabloids twist things to sell more articles. I try not to let it bother me." I tell her, feeling her relax on me, her head resting on my shoulder, my hand resting on her thigh.

"I don't know if I'd ever get use to it," she tells me quietly. That's what I was worried about. That she wouldn't be able to take all the nasty things tabloids and jealous fans would say. That she would get tired of it all and leave me.

"We will get through it together," I reassure her, rubbing her arm.

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The drive home was quiet. We made it home by three thirty. I could tell Hazel was tired, she sluggishly made her way to the door and into the house. We make it to her room and she goes right into the bathroom. I hear the water going, so I know she's not getting sick.

I take off my blazer and slide off my boots. I unbutton my shirt and slide it off and toss it on the floor by my boots. I'm just unbuckling my pants when Hazel walks out of the bathroom, hair still down, face free of her makeup, body free of her dress.

She stood before me in just her black strapless bra and black lace panties. I couldn't help my eyes from scanning over her perfect body. I look back up into her eyes and she's looking at me with pure lust.

She walks towards me, looking sexy as hêll. She moves my hands from my buckle and undoes it herself, continuting on to undoing my jeans. She slides them down along with my boxers. I hold onto her shoulders as I step out of them and kick them over to where my shirt was.