One Big Journey ~Harry Styles Fan Fiction~

15. L.A Sunshine

Hazel’s POV:

(ONE WEEK LATER)

I have been living in L.A for a few days, and I hate it already. Sure I love the sun and warmth and no ice skating, but I admit. I missed my strict father. I missed having the company of five boys and Cher. Having this crappy apartment, no technology except for a broken television sucks which I have to share with Cher. Plus, I can’t find a job and I don’t know where a record label thingy is. I should’ve done my research.

So, for the third time today, I was out on the streets, looking for a job before I started my search for some record label. Okay, and I also wanted to wear this cute new top. I know, I should’ve worn in when I first went out, but after lunch I saw it and I had to wear it. Besides, I love the sunshine, warmth and I want coffee.

I just hope that I don’t spill my coffee on this top like I did with my other top. I mean a brown stain would not look good on this orange and white tank top. Nor my white shorts with four buttons. It wouldn’t create a good mix, would it? I don’t think so.

Finally spotting a different Starbucks, which is quite a far distance from my apartment, I walked in, almost tripping on my untied shoelaces. They should really teach kids about those kinds of things. Oh wait, they do. Now I feel stupid. I took a spot at an empty table and tied my black laces, tightening my black sneakers.

I got on line and stared up at the menu, reading through it, I decided on an iced coffee and I leaned on my right foot, thinking about what I’d do when I have to actually stay at the same apartment with Cher. I would move out, but we both need each other right now.

I reached the front counter and the barista gave me a dirty look. What’s that supposed to mean? Oh well, she probably just jealous that I can get a coffee while she has to sell it. Well, I laugh in her face. I told her what I wanted and she scrunched up her face. I furrowed my eyebrows as she wrote down my name. How does she even know my name?

“Next.” She called out. I cocked my head to the side slightly, but took a step aside so the next person could order. I waited patiently for my coffee to be ready, and it took awhile. I wasn’t keeping track of time but it had to be at least ten or fifteen minutes until she finally called out my name.

“Hazel the Slut, I mean, sorry, Hazel the Whore. Wait that’s not it I mean, Hazel the Man Stealing Bitch Who is Only Using Harry for Fame and Her Own Goods.” The girl called out, looking around the room, but always finding her way back to me. She was directing that to me. She thinks I’m really that? That hurts. I reached out to grab it, but she ‘accidently’ poured it on my new shirt.

My jaw dropped as the iced coffee seeped through my shirt and pants. Iced coffee dripped down into my black sneakers. I shot the girl a glare while I took out the total amount to pay for the iced coffee. I slammed the money on the counter and walked out of Starbucks, trying to wipe off the iced coffee.

Almost bumping into a few telephone poles, I had made my way back to the apartment. I walked into the elevator and it took me up to the second floor, the place we had rented the room. The elevator dinged and its doors opened, allowing me to walk out.

I walked across the hallway and I took out the key they had gave me. As I unlocked the door and opened the now unlocked door, a gust of cold air hit me, cooling down me and goose bumps poked out of my skin. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, trying my best to warm myself up.

I walked into my bathroom and closed and locked the door. I turned on the shower to the water. We don’t have boiling water, so I had to take a really cold shower. I peeled off my sticky orange tank top and through it in the corner. I took off my shorts and threw them on top of the tank top. I took off the rest of my clothes and stepped in the shower, the cold water instantly relaxing me.