The American wind blew her messy bun as she turnt away from it she 'wooow'ed'
"The wind feels so nice" She said spinning i looked at her the girl that gave me hope, i wish a smiled could play on my lips but a million and one questions circled my mind like tornadoes.
"Why are you always happy?" I asked her all my courage built up finally she looked at me and smirked.
"Maybe thats what it appears as" She said sitting down on the chair opposite mine.
"What do you mean" I asked her only to get intteruppted by someone opening the french door.
"Hey you guys its time to get back-" Liam said i frowned, as i saw hazel follow liam inside, She stopped right at the door and held out her hand for me i held it, So soft so warm so refreshing i looked up at her and stood up, interwinding my fingers with hers she gave me a smile.
as wel walked into the room we got stares from the guys.
"its cold outside" I said covering up the fact that we're holding hands.
"Yes thats it" Harry said getting up and pulling Hazels suitcase in which she got a call. letting go of my hand she took her phone out of the hoddy she wore, she sighed and clicked off.
The boys didn't ask anyquestions as she swipped her phone about half a dozen himes a vibrations wasgiven off she looked up
"Ready to go then?" She asked taking up her vintage backpack and taking her suitcase from harry her mood immediatly changed what had happened i thought ? but who was i to ask that question when idont know whats happening with me...
