Sweet Bad Boys || Harry Styles AND Luke Hemmings

Chapter 9: Good News.

 

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Hazel Grace's POV

After Harry had ran out, I turned back to Luke. 

"So. I-uh.-" I couldn't even finish my thoughts. Luckily, I didn't have to.

"It's fine you don't have to say anything. I- Uh, Maybe I should get going." I felt bad. He did look kinda hurt but I really needed space right now. 

"I think that'd be for the best." He nodded. He started to walk away before he quickly turned around and pecked me on the cheek. 

"Call me tomorrow, love." He whispered making me blush. I looked down trying to hide it. God, I have to stop doing that. 

When I looked back up he was gone. I blew a piece of my bangs away from my face then, jogged into my dorm, jumping face down on the couch. 

"UGHHHHH" Why must life be so hard. 

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I felt something blinding my eyes. I slowly opened them. Noo.. sunlight. I want to sleep. It's easier to sleep through your problems, then you don't have to deal with them. I decided just to go on my phone. I am NOT doing anything today. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through tumblr. I could literally stay on this thing for days.

My mind kept wandering to Harry. I wonder what he's doing right now?

No.

Stop. Hazel you can't like him. 

My stomach let out a low rumble so, I decided to get up and go to the kitchen. What time is it? I checked the clock on the wall, 9:30 AM. That's actually pretty late for me. I've always been an early riser, which absolutely sucks. I looked down to the papers on the counter. Yay! Netflix came. I grabbed a bag of Doritos then headed back over to the couch. I popped in the movie that came. This will be great to get my mind off things. It was The Help by the way. I love that movie. When they eat Minnie's shit, I always die laughing.

While the commercials were running, which is stupid it's a DVD there should NOT be commercials before the movie, I decided to get dressed. Cleaning myself up a bit always makes me less stressed. 

I ran into the bathroom and washed my face and teeth. I quickly threw on my old Boston Cheer t-shirt and a pair of nice sweat pants. I threw my hair up into a ponytail and then applied BB cream and blush. 

I made it back to the couch just in time for the movie to start. 

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Harry's POV

"Boys..." Oh no. That sounded like rejection. 

"We want to sign you."

What?! We all looked at each other then hugged. I wasn't one for hugging but this is great. This was good news, the best news i've had in a while, which I desperately needed. 

"Ok thank you so, so, so, much. We won't let you down." Liam was the first to regain his composure. 

"Ok great, just each of you sign this waver. You know saying that you're ours, basically so no other record labels will sign you before we get things finalized. Then you can go."

Each boy signed the waver but, I thought it would be a better idea to read the whole thing, every detail, that way I know what i'm getting myself into

"Isn't this contract a little... strict?" The two execs. looked at each other.

"It's like we're your slaves." I didn't like this contract at all. They chose who we were seen in public with, what photos of us were published, what songs we sang and how they edited them. We were just their puppets.