If I Fell In Love With You

Chapter Thirteen

The Next Day

Hazel's Pov:

I got five hours of sleep last night. I woke up a thousand times only because I was feeling guilty of my misconduct behavior. I couldn't stop picturing Jane's reaction if she heard Paul and I slept together. I hate myself. I want to burst it out but Paul wanted me to keep silent. I took some sleeping pills that I found in the bathroom cabinet but they didn't work very diligently. Today I have to focus on the art show I'm participating in. I called the man that bought all my paintings, his name is Liam Quincy. He is conducting an art show tonight and he said he'd loved to see me there. I have some older paintings I might present and I'm currently working on a new one.

I want to bring Paul with me. I need him right now because I'm a nervous wreck and I could use some support. John and Cynthia are still gone. I'm so anxious to see people react to my paintings. I haven't done an art show in months. This art show has pristine and sophisticated people, I am neither of those. I can try to be but that's not me, they probably won't take me seriously. That's why I want to bring Paul with me, I think he'll take me seriously. So I must call him. I drop my paintbrush and grabthe phone.

Ring, ring

"Hello?" Paul answered.

"Hi." I awkwardly said. I just realized how ridiculous calling him is. I just slept with him the other night, now I'm inviting him to an art show.

"Who is this?" he sternly asked.

"Hazel." I responded.

"Oh Hazel, jeez I can never recognize your voice on the phone." he laughed. "Hi."

"Hi." I giggled.

"What's up?"

"Are you busy tonight?"

"No..." he said, eccentrically. "Why?"

"Well, there is an art show tonight, that I'm in and I wanted to bring you so I don't break down from being really nervous. Plus... I really want you to come." I quickly said.

"Oh, I'd loved to come. But-" he paused.

"What's wrong?"

 "But... I'm afraid people might recognize me and go crazy, then not acknowledge your work. That happens all the time when I go out to public places." he informed me. "I don't want to ruin your night."

"I forgot you're a Beatle." I laughed.

"Maybe I can work something out because I'd really like to come."

"No, don't worry. Its not a big deal, honestly. It's just a stupid art show." I said, as I rushed my words. "Okay... well, I'll see you later."

"Wait! Hazel-" he yelled.

"Bye." I interrupted him as I hung up the phone.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Maybe it's a good idea he's not coming, maybe it's a sign. I appreciate what he was trying to do but I just really wanted him there. The phone rung about ten more times but I ignored it and concentrated on my work.

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7:30 PM

I looked in the mirror and primped myself. I did my hair, wore one of Cynthia's black, fetching dresses, and put on the necklace my mom got me when I was a kid. It's my good luck charm. The dress was a little tight on me. It was hard to pull up the zipper but I manage to pull it up after the twelfth attempt.