Waking up to tomlinson

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Chapter 1. Home
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"Mom I'm back from school!" I yell once through the door.

Like always I get no response.

I walk upstairs to my room. I love my room. My room is filled with posters of one direction, my favourite band in existence.

I throw my backpack onto my bed and look at my favourite poster of Louis. He signed it for me at a meet and greet a couple months back.

"One day Louis Tomlinson, your going to be mine." I whispered. I turned around and sat at my desk and took out my sketch book. I had art homework to do and I had to sketch a picture of someone I couldn't live without.

Most people would probably draw their parents or brother and sister but not me. My dad died when I was three and my mother hates me, I have no other siblings so its just me.

I go onto google pictures and look up pictures of Louis. After searching for the one I like the most I make it full screen and begin to draw the picture onto my sketch book.

After completing every last detail in the picture I hold it up horizontally and blow off any pencil cravings that might be on the paper. I place the paper in a plastic folder and put it away in my backpack that's on my bed.

I take out my maths homework and begin solving fractions and formulas. I really don't get why we have to study this I mean we won't really be needing all of this in the future. We basically only need to know how to add, subtract, divide, and multiply. I mean who needs to know all of this.

Once I finish all my homework I put it away in my dinosaur backpack. Yes I have a dinosaur backpack don't judge. It's really cute. I place my backpack on the hook next to the door so in the morning I just grab it on my way out.

I quickly strip all my clothes off and walk into my bathroom I have in my room to take a long shower to relive any stress I have.

By the way my name's Hazel. Hazel white. I'm 18 years old and I attend bayrich high. I'm a year 11. I have curly black hair and hazel eyes to match my name. My skin is like a light beige color but since I play a lot of football -aka soccer- I get tanned. Specially when I go surfing with my best friend josh.

I exit the shower and wrap a fuzzy blue towel around my body. I wrap another one around my hair. I step into my room and slip on my bra and panties. I pull on a white thigh length skirt that complements my bum and a white shirt with navy blue strips tucked in my skirt. I pull off the towel on my head and hand it on the bathroom door.

I pick out my favourite necklace that has an anchor on it and pull it over my head. I put on some navy blue toms and do a once over in the mirror. I grab a comb and start combing through my hair, untangling it. After I'm done I put a little white and navy blue striped bow in my hair holding my bangs to the side. Then I quickly apply light make up, which consists off mascara eyeliner and lip gloss.

I leave my hair because it naturally curls by itself. I grab my small purse and throw my phone in it along with my wallet.

I walk out of my room and head downstairs. I see my mother on the couch reading god knows what.

"Mom I'm heading out with josh see you later." She just hums lightly. I shrug and walk out to my car. I hop in and turn the car on then pull out of my drive way. I turn my radio on and one direction instantly blast through the speakers. I sing along all the way to josh's house.

Once I get there I park the car and turn I off. I hop out with my purse humming "little things" on my way to his door.

I get to his door and ring the doorbell. I stand there looking around until the door opens revealing a happy mama Megan.

"Hi mama Megan." I say as I hug her.

"Hello dear, josh is in his room."

"Thank you." She steps aside and I walk in making my way upstairs to Josh's room.

"Wassup joshie." I say as I enter his room.

He's currently shirtless and in skinny jeans looking for s shirt to wear..

"Oh hey." He hugs me before continuing looking for a shirt to wear.

"Just pick one already." I say.

"But I don't know which one." He whines. He seriously can't choose between things. I always choose for him. Like when were out and were hungry I choose his meal for him because he can't choose. He over thinks everything but I love him anyways.

"Here wear this one." I say as I show him a shirt he has in his middle drawer.

"Thanks." He smiles and pulls it on.

"No problem. Now hurry up If to want to catch that movie." He nods and finishes getting ready.

Before I know it were already at the theatres buying popcorn and candy for the film. I feel like I'm being watched so I look to where I feel someone's gaze on me an my eyes lock with brown eyes across the room. Once they notice I caught them they look away. I do to but, when I look back they're gone. Huh? That's strange.

I shrug and me an josh make our way to theatre 5 and sit down in some seats all the way back.

-----half thru the film-----

"I'll be right back." I say to josh. He nods and I go to the wash room to freshen up. Once in there I check my phone and see a missed call from my mother and a voicemail. I call my voicemail and listen to it.

"Hazel, hazel, hazel. I thought I told you to take down your posters of that silly boyband. But I told you what would happen if I saw them up there again. Yes that's correct I ripped them off an put them through the shredder. Now there all gone. I don't care how much you like them your never going to get that boy Lewis to fall for you. I mean have you seen yourself lately? You're a fucking disgrace. He will never love you, no one will." And she hangs up.

I feel the tears sting my eyes. Even my mother hates me. She's right nobody loves me I'm just an ugly nobody.

"I wish I was away from this family! I wish I could just live my life with Louis forever." I cry out.

I cry my eyes out for the next half hour. Once I'm all out of tears I wash my face and put eye drops on to remove the redness. After its barely noticeable I reapply all my make up and walk back to the film. On m way there I see something on the floor. I furrow my eyebrows and walk closer. I see its a backstage pass to a one direction concert next week. What?! I see a note on it. It reads "Be careful what you wish for." I shrug and put it in my purse. I let out a small shriek then calm down before walking back in the film.

I lean my head on Josh's shoulder nod continue watching the film until my eyes feel tired and I pass out.

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