The rest of the school day dragged by slowly. Lunch was spent listening to Rosa going on about how gorgeous Niall is, apparently they made eye contact in English. I kind of droned out half way through, there's only so much time you can spend listening to Rosa, as wrong as that sounds.
After school, I made my way to the head teacher's office where this detention was being held. I was kind of nervous, I've never had a detention before. I guess you could say that I'm fairly quiet in lessons, never in a million years would I have ever thought that I would get a detention. It's Harry's fault.
"Hello, are you new here?" Mr Smith, the head teacher asks as I enter the small, empty room. Harry needs to turn up, I am not spending an hour here alone.
"I..no. I have a detention," I say quietly. Mr Smith studies my face carefully before frowning.
"Ah, yes. Hazel, is it?" He asks, I nod quickly. "Well, take a seat." He motions with his hand to the rows of desks in front of his, his head turns back to his computer screen.
I sit in silence for a few minutes, wondering where Harry could be. Maybe he's gone home, I wouldn't be surprised. He obviously isn't the type of person to turn up for a detention.
"Harry, you're late." Mr Smith speaks. I look up from my hands to see Harry enter the room, his body fills up the seat next to mine before speaking.
"Yeah, I got kept behind in English." I'm surprised that Harry even replied to the teacher. Maybe it's because he is the head teacher.
"Okay. Well kids, I have to be somewhere. I'll find another teacher to stay here, wait until they arrive." Mr Smith informs us before leaving the room. What the hell? How can he trust that we won't leave? See, this is why our school is awful.
"Lets get out of here," Harry stands up from his seat, then waits for me to move.
"What? No Harry, I'm not like you." I state, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Well it looks like you're walking home, since Rosa always drives you and I'm the only other option,"
"How the hell do you know that?" I snap at him. Does he stalk me or something? My stalker is a murderer. I completely forgot to tell Rosa that I had a detention, she will probably be mad tomorrow.
"I just know" Harry shrugs his shoulders before saying, "Come on." I sigh, standing up from my chair.
I follow Harry, carefully making my way out of the office, trying not to get caught by any teachers. We walk down the long, empty corridors that would usually be filled with annoying students.
I stay behind Harry, watching as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it all up from his forehead. I so badly wanted to run my hands through his hair. No Hazel, that's wrong.
"If we get into more trouble because of this, I'm blaming y-"
"Shit," Harry mumbles, cutting my words off by yanking my hand and pulling me into a room filled with darkness. I couldn't see anything other than the outline of Harry, since he was standing extremely close to me, I could smell his strong cologne but I didn't mind because it smelt good. His body towered over mine, and his eyes met mine.
"What are you doing?" I ask, attempting to move Harry by pushing his rock hard chest. He holds a finger up to his lips, in a way of telling me to be quiet. I wait for a few moments, beginning to feel impatient before I hear the sound of footsteps outside of the room we are in. The sound soon disappears.
We leave the small room and begin to carefully make our way outside of the school. We don't get caught, thankfully.
Following Harry into the car park, my mouth opens in shock when he walks over to a black range rover. That can't be his car, how the hell could he afford that?
"I know what you're thinking, how can I afford that?" Harry says, reading my mind. He opens the passenger door for me to get in. What a sweet gesture for someone like him.
"Yeah." I reply, once Harry is sat in the drivers seat. He looks over at me, a grin on his face.
"That story's for another day, babe," He says, I let out a laugh before shaking my head at him.
The journey back to my house was quiet, other than me giving Harry directions on where to go. I realised that he is a very fast driver, this scared me a little. I think that he noticed at one point because his speed slowed down a little.
"Thanks for the ride," I say, undoing my seat belt before stepping out of the car.
"See you around, Hazel."
Harry waits until I get inside of the house, then drives off. As I shut the door behind me, I turn around to see my mother standing there, arms folded over her chest. Her thin black hair is tied up into a tight bun, her clothes crease free. She never looks relaxed, always has to look 'perfect'. My mother tells me that I should make an effort to look good, I just ignore her.
"Why are you so late home?" She asks. I haven't seen her properly in over two days and this is all she says.
"Me and Rosa went to a cafe..." I reply, beginning to walk upstairs to my bedroom.
"You should have called me." My mother says, I sigh heavily.
"You're never home anyway!" I exclaim before entering my room, slamming the door shut behind me before she has the chance to say anything else to me. I collapse onto my bed, groaning in annoyance because of my mother.
Soon enough I feel myself falling into a deep sleep.
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"Hazel, dinners ready!" Joe shouts, waking me up from my nap. I sit up, rubbing my eyes before going downstairs and into the dining room.
"Hi dear" My father greets me. He is such a sweet and loving person, I know this is wrong but I can't help but think why he ever married my mother. They are completely different people, well I guess opposites attract.
"Hey, how's work going?" I ask him, sitting down in the chair next to Joe for dinner. My father begins to tell us about this guy that got his leg ripped off from a motorbike incident. Then about a lady that gave birth two months earlier than expected, the baby still survived somehow.
Once dinner was over, I helped my mother tidy up the plates in the kitchen. I loaded up the dish washer while my mother washed up the things that wouldn't fit in.
"Hazel, please remember that you mean so much to me. I know that sometimes I can be hard on you, I don't mean to be. Me and your father work such long hours, and it's very hard to spend any time with you and Joe. I'm sorry," My mother says, I step forward to give her a tight hug.
"It's fine, we understand that your jobs are important..." I'm cut off by the door bell ringing.
"Go and get that, will you?" My mother asks. I leave the kitchen, making my way towards the front door. Opening it, I see Harry. I then began to worry about my appearance, I bet I looked awful. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail and I was wearing a tank top with leggings.
"Hi," I say, shivering slightly from the door being open. Harry eyes raked up and down my body, making me feel self conscious about what I was wearing, he sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth before speaking.
"You left this in my car." Harry hands me my black cardigan. I didn't even realize that I had taken it off in his car.
"Thank you, sorry, I didn't know I left it," I apologise. I notice that Harry is looking at something behind me, that could either be my brother, my mother or my father.
"It's fine, I'll see you around." Harry says quickly before leaving. Well that was odd, Harry could have waited to give me my cardigan back tomorrow, unless he wanted to come round...I doubt it.
"Who was that?"
