Hazel's POV:
I smirked as the fourth costumer today walked in. I did all I could to pick up business and now, the fourth costumer walked in asking for a book. Plus, I may have recommended to Delilah to sell all of the books and bring in new books that teenagers and adults read. That was one week ago. The business finally picked up and we have made some money, but I'm still sleeping on a bench.
Cher doesn't like it though. She doesn't like me and I have no idea why. I'm thinking I'll talk to her, and see why she doesn't like me.
"Um excuse me, I'm looking for a book for my child. The Hunger Games." The costumer said.
"Oh yeah, that should be in the Science Fiction genre." I said, pointing to the Science Fiction area.
"Thank you." She said.
"No problem." I replied with a smile. She made her way and I decided I would talk to Cher. I walked over to the desk she usually took.
"Cher can we talk?" I asked.
"No, we have business to do." Cher replied, not looking at me.
"I need to ask you something." I stated.
"Yeah, well I need to get work done." Cher said, putting the bottom of her palms on the desk with her fingers curled and she gave me a 'drop dead' look.
"What I wanted to ask you, is why do you always snap at me? Why do you not like me?" I asked.
" 'Cos you ruined my life." She said, removing her hands from the desk.
"What did I do?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
"My mom promised that if this book store thing fails, I could move to L.A so I can produce music. The business was just about to being closed down until you showed up. So thank you, for ruining my life." She said.
"I'm sorry, but I need money because you know if you wanted to stop thinking about just yourself, you'd realize that some people are homeless. Some people can't count on getting a home cooked meal every day. Some people have to sleep on a bench because they can't afford shelter. And in case your wondering, that's me. I know that in the morning I don't get meals I sleep on a bench and I have to change in the nearby music store. Oh, and just to let you know, I want to move out to L.A too so I can sing, because that's what I love." I said, and than I walked off to the back so I can make sure that everything is in the right order while I tried to blink away the tears that had formed.
To think I thought doing ice skating was bad. I thought.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around, with my head down low.
"Look, I'm sorry that I was so selfish, I didn't think you would be homeless because you are like 24." I heard Cher say. I looked up at her.
"24? You think I'm 24?" I asked. Cher nodded her head.
"I'm 18." I replied.
Her eyes widened, "18! You look 24!"
I tried to hold back a laugh, "I look like I'm 16."
"No, if anything I look like I'm 16." I said, letting out a small chuckle.
"I want to make a deal with you, since we both want to move out to L.A, once we get enough money we'll help each other out and move out together and when you are big and famous I could be part of your management. It's the least I could do since you are, you know homeless." Cher said.
"Sounds good." I replied. She smiled at me for the first time in a week.
"So, does this mean like we are not enemies?" I asked, feeling awkward.
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One Big Journey ~Harry Styles Fan Fiction~
FanfictionHazel Grey has always wanted to sing, but her dad would never let her, because he wanted her to do ice skating. Until, at the ice skating rink she meets the curly haired heartthrob, otherwise known as Harry Styles. Which leads her to be, well, badas...
