Teenage Dirtbag

Chapter 9

-Hazel-

My twitter was flooded with all these comments about Harry.

There was more of me on the news.

"My god, we aren't even dating," I mumbled to myself.

My mom came upstairs from the basement and sat down next to me.

"Ooh E! Is on. Turn it on," She ordered.

I gave her the TV remote.

She turned it on, and they were still talking about Harry and I.

"You two kissed?" My mom asked.

"Not even close. He was whispering that there was a paparazzi behind him."

"Oh, Well. Either way, you both look cute together," She smiled.

"Mom, I don't like him like that."

She rolled her eyes and got up.

I hopped off the couch and went upstairs to my room.

I texted Cassie:

Did you see what's on E! Network? What do I do about Alex? I'm freaking out..

She texted back instantly:

I've been watching it for the past hour. Most of the fake drama is with you and Harry. Break up with Alex already. Alex isn't worth it.

I groaned and my front door flew open.

"HAZEL!"

"What?" I quickly got off my bed and ran downstairs.

It was Alex.

"You are cheating on me?"

"No."

"Hazel. You kissed Harry Styles in a dark hallway, don't tell me that you aren't cheating."

"It wasn't me, it was photoshopped," I Explained.

He pushed me into the wall, sending a sharp pain through my back.

I quickly grabbed my phone and texted the word 'Help' to the first number in my address book. I didn't have time to send it to Cassie.

Hopefully, someone would find it.

I got up.

"Alex, you need to leave."

"Don't tell me what to do," He yelled.

"Get out," I growled.

He laughed and shoved me back again.

-Harry-

I picked up my phone and texted Hazel back.

She had sent me a text that said 'Help.'

I got into my car, and drove to her address. Outside her house was a truck that I haven't seen, and Maybe one black van.

She did a good job of hiding from the paparazzi.

I don't think she even stepped foot out of her house because it would draw more paparazzi.

The doors of the van slid open, and a few photographers popped out.

They flashed pictures of me going inside.

I opened the door to her house, and I saw Alex, her so called boyfriend, standing there yelling at her.

She was sitting on the floor, crying.

I felt horrible.

Her boyfriend was a jerk, and he didn't deserve her.

I walked to him and slammed him against the wall.