Teenage Dirtbag

Chapter 12

-Harry-

I rethought what Paul said.

I knew this was a bad choice, but she wouldn't find out.

I needed to help the band, even if it meant hurting a few feelings.

Do I love her? no, not even close.

I just need to act like I do around her.

She's still my friend, and that's what matters.

I pulled up to Hazel's house at 6 am in the morning.

She walked out of her house and into my car.

There was less paparazzi, but we still had some trailing. It wasn't bad.

"Hiiii," I grinned.

"Hi."

I pulled out of her driveway and drove her to my house.

"Harry! I need to go to school."

"Oh chill out. You have half an hour still," I told her.

I helped her out of the car, and she walked inside my house.

"You know, you seem rather grumpy," I mumbled.

"I didn't sleep good yesterday, sorry."

"Why? What was wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing.."

"Hazel, tell me please."

"Harry it was nothing. Alex just left a lot of stuff on my phone..that's all."

"He called you? Again?"

"Yes," She sighed.

"Ugh. I told him to stay away."

"Well, obviously he doesn't listen," she grumbled.

"What did he say?"

"Mean things. He called you things, and said horrible things about me."

"I'm sorry," I looked down.

"Harry, it's not your fault. Alex is just a jerk."

I felt horrible.

I'm probably a bigger jerk then Alex.

Way bigger.

I ignored the thought and plugged In the Wii.

"Wanna play? It's a yes or yes answer," I grinned.

"Okay, sure."

I put in a game of Sing It, one of Louis' favorite games.

"I'm not gonna play this," She frowned.

"Come on, live a little."

"No. I'm not going to embarrass myself any further."

"Hazel, don't be embarrassed of your voice. You are probably amazing. There is no doubt about it. You don't have to be good, you just need to be confident."

She looked at me and grabbed a microphone.

I scanned for a song.

"Does Imagine sound good?"

"Yeah. I love John Lennon."

"Okay," I replied while hitting the song.

1..2..3..go.

The song had started.

She sang one or two notes and then dropped the microphone.

Hazel ran away into the bathroom, her favorite spot.

"Hazel, open the door," I ordered.

"No!"

"Yes."

"No."

We went back and forth for a while.

I gave up and walked to my room.

I took a guitar in my hand and walked over to the door.

"What's your favorite song?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Tell me."

"Let her go, by passenger," She replied quietly.

I tried my best to play it on guitar, but I can't even play guitar. I had the important chords down, but it was a little off key.

The door opened, and she leaned on the door frame, watching me.

I got so aggravated trying to find the right chords with my finger, so I switched to one of the easier songs that I knew.

I started playing Marry you by Bruno Mars.

Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice

Who cares baby, I think wanna marry you.

I sang the chorus softly, and she joined along.

"See. You can sing," I told her smiling.

"Not really."

"Yes you can. You just did."

"Can you drive me to school now?" Hazel asked.

"I don't know, maybe. I'm not sure I want you to leave me here."

"I think you can cope," she grinned.

I smiled and looked at her.

She was stunning, as always.

"Wanna see something?"

"Sure," I replied.

She took the guitar from me, and pulled out a small journal from her bookbag sack.

Hazel played the guitar almost perfectly.

She sang an acoustic verison of Wide Awake by Katy Perry.

I stood there in awe.

I was completely shocked.

Flabbergasted.

"That was...just..wow."

She smiled at me, laughing.

"Well, um..uh.. I should probably drive you to school.." I said.

Just then, my mother and Sister walked through the door.

"Oh, uh.." I didn't know what to say.

"Hello! Oh my gosh, Harold you are so tall. Ah! This must be Hazel. Hi Hazel, I'm Gemma, Harry's older sister."

"Hii," Hazel replied while smiling.

My mom made her way to the bathroom door, where we were standing.

She squeezed Hazel into a hug, and then smiled.

"Hazel, this is my mom, Anne. Mom this is Hazel," I introduced them.

Gemma put Hazel's number in her phone and Hazel did the same.

"Oh Hazel, I also wanted to know if you would like to come to one of my girl parties? It will be just You, me, and all the girlfriends of the band," Gemma offered.

"That would be nice," Hazel smiled.

"Mom, Gemma, I'm sorry to interrupt but I have to drive Hazel to school now. Ill be back later," I said.

They all said goodbye, and I brought Hazel to my car.

She got In and I quickly drove her to school.

When I pulled into the parking lot pavement, a thought hit me.

What if Alex was there?

I could just go in and wait for him.

She won't know, along with my other secrets that she doesn't know.

Ugh. More and more secrets are filed on.

It never ends.

Ever.