Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 26

Hazel

The next few days flew by. Sunday we spent the day at the park, luckily not a lot of people were there so Harry didn't get recognized, though he still kept his hat and sun glasses on. Which I thought was kinda pointless. People have been recognizing me so if anyone were to notice me at the park they would put two and two together a realize it was Harry with me. He didn't want to listen to my reasoning so I just gave up and laughed at him when he was having a hard time trying to get all his hair stuffed under his hat.

Monday was...interesting. I had to work and it was the day I was going to tell my boss Denise that I was getting done and that Thursday would be my last day. It all started when I pulled into the parking lot.

*flashback*

I had just stepped out of my car when Ashley can storming over, like she was waiting for me.

"Hazel!" Her high pitched voice ringing in my ears.

"Good morning Ashley," I sign, not ready for her whining this early in the morning.

"Why didn't you tell me you were with HARRY STYLES!?! I saw the picture of you two at that party and that photo of you at the live interview. I can't believe you didn't tell me!" She practically yells.

I'm just shaking my head as we walk into the hospital. I don't have time to deal with this. I need to get clocked in and make my way to Denice's office.

"Well we really weren't going to tell anyone for awhile until that article about us leaked," I tell her honestly. Then I remember something she said.

"Picture of me? You mean the one on twitter when it was leaked I was the one dating Harry?" I was curious, I haven't seem any other photos of me. But then again I haven't really been checking lately.

"No, this is on Tumblr. Let me tell you, the person who posted it was super jealous," she laughs, not realizing my stomach dropped at her words. I was almost afraid to even look to see what she was talking about.

I pulled my phone out, even though my subconscious kept telling me not to. I clicked on Tumblr and typed in Harry Styles and waited for the photos to load. A picture of Harry being attached by that girl was the first photo I saw and I started scrolling. I froze when i saw a picture of me, from that day at the mall.

I was standing there, a half smile on my face, my hand half raised. This was taken by the girl with pink tipped hair. The girl I caught taking photos of me. The one who gave me the finger.

I see she wrote almost a whole paragraph under the photo, I took a deep breath, already regretting even open up tumblr.

'Saw this little whôre today! She doesn't even deserve Harry. I mean look at her! Her hair is horrible, she couldn't even be bothered to even style it. And it looks like she just grabbed the first thing in her closet and threw it on. You would think someone that's dating Harry Styles, hottest man on earth, would at least try and look good for him. Am I right? She must be a good lay, it's the only reason I can think of for why he's staying with her. He will realize soon enough that he belongs with me.'

I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. I felt the tears welling up. In blinked real fast, trying to get rid of them. I was not going to cry over some ridiculous and jealous little girl. If she only knew what happened when we got home after the interview.

I look up at Ashley, who was looking at me with sympathy, and roll my eyes. "She is just really jealous. She's a child, I'm not going to let this bother me." I tell her, hoping I sound more confident than I feel. Thinking I don't when Ashley frowns and just nods and pats my back.