What could go wrong? (Coming soon)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two:
Hazel's POV

I lay in my king sized bed in the middle of the largest room out of the four bedrooms.

I had picked this room, not just for the size but also what comes with it. The wardrobe wasn't just your normal wardrobe, it is a walk in wardrobe, not the largest space, but enough for all my clothes and still space left empty.

It also had its own bathroom, with a bath, shower, toilet and sink - things you would usually find in a bathroom, but above the sink it was a long but thin mirror that stretched all along that wall, and over the dresser surrounding the sink.

My bedroom has light blue walls, a white ceiling, and a wooden floor, I had thought about having a carpet put down but then thought against it when I remembered my childhood bedroom, the old wooden floor that would creak if you stood on certain places in the room.

Still lying in bed, I hear a quiet knock on my bedroom door, sitting up I pull the covers from my body, letting the cold morning air pinch my bare legs and arms.

Walking towards the door I wrap my arms around my body, rubbing by arms up and down to try and get rid of the goose bumps that had appeared and to warm me up, when I reach the door, I turn the handle and pull it towards me, opening the white door revealing Beau.

He gives me a smile, which I return straight away and open the door more so he could walk in, the two of us walk towards my bed and make ourselves comfortable on the messy sheets. "I wanted to ask if you like to get some breakfast together at that small cafe down the road?"

Contemplating, whether or not I want to go, I answer him with a simple answer. "Sure." He nods his head and stands up but still looking down at me.

"I'll let you get dressed and then when you're ready we will go." Nodding my head, he takes this as his que to leave the bedroom and go out into the living room, closing the door behind him, giving me some privacy to get ready.

I get a quick shower, washing my hair, my body and also shaving my arms, legs and underarms before getting dried and dressed. I blow dry my blonde hair, then straighten it, taking out the natural curls, then I walk into my wardrobe and pick out some items of clothes to wear.

Getting dressed I slipped on some tight ripped black skinny jeans and a large top, that happened to be my older brothers, who stayed here a few months ago, but left some of his clothes by accident. After applying minimal makeup onto my face that included of concealer, mascara and lip balm I slipped on my converse and a large hoodie (another item of clothing that my brother left). And then left my bedroom and walked into the living room, where Beau was sat on the couch, typing something on his iPhone 8.

"You ready?" He asks when he hears my footsteps as I walk up to him.

"Oh I forgot my phone and my purse," I say before rushing back into my room and grabbing the iPhone off of my nightstand and unplugging it from charger and my purse from the floor where I had dropped it but couldn't be bothered to pick it up. When I walk back into the living room I see that Beau is now stood up and pulling on a hoodie as well, some sort of logo on the back. Confused I walk up closer and lift up the hood to see a pig. "Why does your hoodie have a pig on the back?" I ask slowly, confusion covering my face.

"I'm in a group called The Janoskians, and dirty pig is the merchandise we have." He explains, nodding my head, we walk out of the apartment, talking about the group he is in.

"What do you do in the group?" I ask curiosity getting the better of me.

"We do dares on YouTube but we also do some songs."