Chapter 4

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-Hazel-

"Hazel, get up. You have slept in late enough, and your phone keeps going off. Hazel! Do not ignore me! Hazel Lauren Paige! answer me!"

I was woken up with the yelling of my mother. Obviously, she doesn't understand the point of sleep.

"Mom.." I groan.

"Sammy is calling you. You better answer, not to mention you have like 10 texts from a guy named Liam. Wait, a guy! Yay! My daughter might actually have a boyfriend! So, I guess this means I have to cancel your subscription to Match.com? Right?"

"Mom! Match.com? I'm not desperate. Who says I even want a boyfriend?" I replied.

"Well who is Liam?" My mother asked.

"He's from one direction."

My mom literally burst out screaming.

My father ran in with a bat.

"What? Dont touch my wife!" He yelled out random things while sluggishly holding a wooden bat up.

"Daniel. Go back to bed. I'm talking to Hazel about boys," My mom scoffed.

"Oh my god..mom you are not 16 anymore. You are like way past that. The only boy in your life is dad."

"Hazel. Tell me more about Liam," she ordered.

"Not now," I told her while taking my phone back.

Just like my mom had said, Liam texted me about 10 times:

Hazelll

You and Harry need to talk more

Agh

Sammy loves Niall

Niall loves food

Hazel is a cool name

Wanna hangout later with Harry?

Please?

I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby, listen to Iron Maiden maybe, with me?

Harry is a faggot, it's official

But he still loves you

I texted back:

Liammm

No

Agh

Sammy loves Harry

Harry doesn't love her

Payne is a cool last name

Not hanging out with Harry

Ugh fine ok, since you said please

You don't know, oh oh, you don't know your beautiful, woah oh, that's what makes you beautiful. Na na na.

I have always known that's he's a faggot.

I don't love him tho.

I quickly got dressed, throwing on a pair of high waisted jean shorts with a loose white shirt with an anchor on it. Below it, It said:

Not gonna sink to your level.

I called Sammy back.

"Hiii Hazel," Harry answered her phone.

"Where is Sammy?" I questioned.

"What? I don't even get a greeting?"

"Where is sammy?" I repeated.

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