Come Wake Me Up *A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction*

Chapter 7- Magical Bowling Balls of Fury

Louis' POV

"Here it is, in all it's glory."

Hazel announced our arrival at the rundown building which supposedly was the only bowling alley in this town. A broken neon sign displaying the words "Up All Night Bowling Alley" was hanging above the entrance. The building itself was old and made of brick, with layers of peeling paint fringing the roof.

"It's a lot nicer inside, come on."

I hesitantly followed her through the rickety doors and was immediately greeted with old rock music and dim lights. Once my eyes adjusted, I could see that there were about seven lanes in the back of the building, and right in front of us was the front desk where you payed. Behind the counter was a wall, from the floor to the ceiling, holding ancient pairs of bowling shoes. The mood in the alley was addictive. It was impossible to tell what time of day it was outside, but the lights and music made it seem like it was Saturday night forever. Off to the right was a snack bar, not one of the gross, lame ones with sticky tables, but a nice relaxing area with cool vinyl stools.

Hazel lead me up to the desk. "Two pairs please. Size 9 for me, and Lou, what size do you wear?"

"10 in mens," I replied. The girl working there was blatantly checking me out, flipping her short, spiky, dyed-purple hair in what was supposed to be a seductive way.

Her lip piercing moved around as she gave me a smile/pout and rung up the cash register. So not my type.

"I got this." I payed for the shoes, like a gentleman, leaving Hazel stuttering thanks.

"You really didn't need to, I invited you here anyways."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But I wanted to." She blushed in response to my cheeky answer.

We grabbed out shoes and sat on the a bench near the front to put them on.

"Bowling shoes are so gross." Hazel crinkled up her nose.  "I mean, it's worth it cause this place is so cool, but... still. Would it kill them to wash these once in a while?"

She shot a look at the chick with the purple hair, complaining loudly so she would hear. When she turned back to me with her back to the other girl, I saw Purple Hair flip her the bird.

Trying not to laugh at the rocker girl's action or the fact that Hazel was probably upset over me another girl checking me out, I helped her up from the bench and chose alley 6.

"My favorite number! It's a sign, I'm soooo taking you down." She entered our names into the score  system and looked through the racks of bowling balls behind us.

I heard her muttering to herself, "Where is it, I always leave it here. Is someone else using it? I can't find my lucky ball..."

I seriously doubted anyone else was using it, seeing as the only other group bowling was a few goth-looking guys with their scene-girl girlfriends. And they weren't even really playing anymore, just sitting in chairs. Probably reciting emo poetry or something.

Everyone else in the building was dancing on the dance floor that had been to the left of the entrance. I could hear the laughs and conversation drifting between classic rock songs.

"FOUND IT!" Hazel held up a sparkly agua blue ball with a unicorn on it. A legit unicorn. Prancing through painted rainbows and butterflies.

"Which one are you using?"

"Err... I'll just use... this one." I awkwardly pointed to a simple red ball that was the closest one to me. But when I tried to pick it up, I almost dropped it on my foot. Who knew bowling balls were so heavy?

"You can start. I'm just going to.. err... get used to this ball."

She looked and me strangely, then shrugged and bowled a perfect strike.

Oh shit, I'm in trouble.

Hazel bowed to me and the imaginary audience, blowing kisses to her dedicated fans.

"Thank you, thank you all very much. Beat that, Tomlinson."

"No problem at all. That was obviously a lucky shot." I said, walking up to the start of the alley, still holding my ball in both my hands and trying to copy how Hazel had done it.

Looking down, I saw three holes. Do I put my fingers in there? Which ones go in which? I decided to put my pointer finger and my thumb in the top two holes, and my ring finger in the bottom one.

Ouch, that doesn't seem right.

Still acting like I knew what I was doing, I took a stance similar to Hazel's had been and swung my arm, letting the ball fly.

Straight into the gutter.

Oops.

I wonder if she's figured out I've never bowled before...

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"...So then, he actually, and I'm not even kidding here, takes the broom and knocks over the bride with it! And everyone starts freaking out cause I mean, the bride just fell into a koi pond! So the groom is trying to help pull her out, and he's on his knees, and she goes and pulls him in too. It was a complete disaster."

We're both laughing so hard it hurts, and Hazel's kind of clapping her hands like a  seal, but it looks so adorable. 

After a little while, we both silently observe the kids running around and the mothers with their strollers and the young couples excitedly holding hands on their first date.

The sun is starting to go down, but the night life is just beginning.

After Hazel had beaten me miserably at the alley, I had admitted to her that I had never bowled in my life, and she had told me sarcastically, "What? I didn't even notice. You're like a pro!"

We ended up playing another game, with Hazel giving me tips and teaching me how to hold the ball and everything. I scored a lot more points that round than the one before, which was well.... none. After that, I had asked her to dance and we'd rocked out on the dance floor and made a bunch of people leave by our obnoxious dance moves. I guess hard-core rock fans can't appreciate the Sprinkler or Running Man anymore. 

Eventually, purple-hair chick had kicked us out for "disturbing behavior" or whatever, and she had given me a brief tour of Main Street. We actually went thrift shopping and I finally figured out where the pharmacy was, along with a gym, a music store, and a cute little country-style diner where we had lunch.

Now we were here, back near the beach at a small carnival type event. I was holding some cotton candy that was almost gone and Hazel had a panda stuffed animal she had won from a carnival game, on her lap.

"You want to go on the ferris wheel again?"

"It's like you read my mind."  Hazel's smile lit up the quickly-approaching night, along with my entire world.

She grabbed my hand and sent jolts of electricity up my arm. I loved how forward she was, even though I knew she could never like me like that. Hazel wasn't afraid to be herself. She made this place feel like it could be home.

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Sooooooo there it is! Sorry for the sucky last chapter, it was kind of a filler for this one. Not that this one is much better but yeah.

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