One Big Journey ~Harry Styles Fan Fiction~

14. Argument in Idaho

Harry's POV:

This is all Cher's fault. She just had to get in the way of mine and Hazel's relationship. Why couldn't she have gone for Niall? She would've been better off with him. Stupid Cher getting in the way of our lives. Why did someone make 'sisters before misters'. Can't this promotional thing be over?

I usually love this stuff. Promoting things. Especially with what we are doing, but this trip has taken a turn for the worse. Which is why I want to get out of here. L.A can't come soon enough. As much as I love the time with Hazel, I need to leave.

I decided it was time to get up since I was in bed for about an hour. I unraveled the sheets from my body and slid the curtains over. I rubbed my eyes and stood up. I stretched and made my way to the telly space. I walked the little ways, not creating any noise.

"Morning." I greeted. I was really tired and it didn't help that I was tossing and turning all night. I couldn't think of anything but what Hazel said to me. I should stop thinking about her. Hazel makes me think of Cher, and Cher broke us up.

"Morning Harry. I see you finally got up." Louis commented while chuckling. I laughed, too but as my eyes wondered the room and stopped at Hazel who had her head on Liam's shoulder. Jealousy came over me and I clenched my fists until they turned white.

But, than I figured out I had nothing to worry about. Hazel only sees Liam as older brother. I let it go and couldn't help but check her out. She looked really good in the clothes she decided to wear for the day. And I have to admit, I don't think anyone else could pull it off.

She had on a black crop top with frays falling down and the words 'music is life' in black, capital letters surrounded by white blocks . She had on really short jean shorts that showed off her legs. She, also, had on a gray hoodie.

From what I can tell, she had on little black anchor earrings and a gold necklace with the letter H. I'm guessing it's for 'Hazel'. She also had on a bracelet with a gold heart and a French manicure. And she was wearing black sneakers. She just had on mascara and eyeliner and her hair was pulled up. There is no other way to put it; she looks great.

"Yeah, I figured I should get up. I've been up for an hour in bed. Well, I'm going to try to maintain my head of curls. I really want a haircut." I said, mumbling the last part to myself. For a while, now, I've wanted to cut my hair. It was so hard to control, but management has kept me because girls love the curls.

I walked into the bunk and grabbed my brush. I exited the bunk room and walked through the bus towards the bathroom. I dreaded going in there. I hated it. It brought back memories. When Cher broke me and Hazel up.

I started to brush my hair once I had gotten in front of a mirror. I have always had to brush my hair in front of a mirror. It's weird, but I don't feel like my hair is brushed if I don't. I know it's strange but I could never break the habit.

I finished brushing my hair and I continued the beginning of my day, by going back to bed. I don't even know why I got up, I knew I was going back to bed. I flung the covers over myself and closed my tired eyes and in a few minutes, I was asleep.

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I opened my eyes and the first thing I heard was the sound of someone crying. I furrowed my eyebrows and peaked out of the closed curtain to see who it was, but all the curtains were closed and I couldn't detect where the sound was coming from.

I pulled open the curtain fully and stepped out, losing my balance but not completely falling over because I regained it. I called out to see if the crying person was okay and the crying sounds immediately stopping.