"I thought you said that you weren't going to the party," Harry states, annoyance evident in his voice. Harry was driving me back to his house. I feel a lot less drunk now, I think that the shock of the fight cleared all the alcohol out of my system.
"Rosa made me go...Why were you there?" I ask, crossing one leg over the other. I really wanted to know why Harry turned up to the party. "I mean, apart from wanting to fight Damon."
"And where was Rosa at the party? She didn't stay with you, did she?" Harry says, raising his voice a little. He had completely ignored my question, maybe he doesn't want to tell me.
"I told her that she didn't have to, it was my choice." I reply, lying to Harry.
"Your choice to be with that fucking prick?" Harry exclaims. His hands take a tighter grip on the steering wheel, his eyebrows furrow together.
"I'm sorry," Is all I say. I know why Harry is so annoyed about me staying with Louis. He did take Damon's side over his.
Harry said nothing the rest of the journey back to his. The car finally stops, I look out of my window to see a huge house, bigger than Damon's. I then noticed that another car was parked in the drive way, that must be Harry's mother. I look terrible! She will probably think that I'm a huge slut, dressed like this.
"Harry, I can't go in like this,"
"Like what?" Harry replies, confused. I motion my hands to my dress and he lets out a chuckle. "Hazel, babe. You look fine." He says, using the nickname 'babe' that I will never get tired of hearing, it's the way it sounds when he says it.
We make our way up the steps to this huge house, Harry takes out a key from his back pocket before unlocking the front door. Inside was beautiful, the floor was a soft wooden colour, giving this house a very homely feel. I noticed as I stepped further into the house, that there were many pictures on the beige walls. I could see that mostly all of them had Harry in, they were mostly of him as a baby.
"You can have the spare room," Harry's voice says, stopping me from looking at any more of the pictures. Harry walks up the stairs, I follow after him. There were many more pictures, all of them on the walls as you go upstairs. I stopped to look at one of them, it was of Harry at what looked like a beach, he had a huge smile on his face. I smiled at the photo, it was so lovely. Turning back around, I noticed Harry stood at the top of the stairs, watching me closely.
"Yours is here," Harry speaks, opening the door to one of the rooms, for me to go inside. "I'll find you some clothes." He mumbles, before disappearing.
I step into the room, it was almost as big as mine at home. There was a chest of drawers in the corner of the room, a double bed in the other corner. A soft rug covered the middle of the floor, instantly warming up my feet as I stepped onto it. The walls were painted a light blue colour, some more pictures were hung up.
"Here you go," Harry says, he places some clothes down onto the bed. He starts to walk off before I call him back.
"Thank you," I tell him, "For letting me stay." Harry sends me a lazy smile, he disappears again. I walk over to the door and close it quietly, careful not to wake up Harry's mother.
I looked at what Harry had given me, a black t-shirt. Stripping out of the awful, short dress, I pulled the t-shirt over my head, praying that it would come down lower than my waist. Thankfully, it did.
I slide into the huge, cosy bed. My eyes shut almost immediately, sending me into a peaceful sleep.
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ASHTONS POV
"So what's this ones name?" My mother asks, turning around from the boiling kettle to face me.
It was the next morning, Hazel was still asleep upstairs. I'm kind of surprised that she even agreed to staying here the night. When I first met her, I knew that she strongly disliked me, I can't help but think that she is maybe growing to like me.
"What?"
"Don't play dumb. The girl asleep upstairs, I'm surprised she didn't sleep in your bed," My mother says, with a roll of her eyes.
"She isn't like other girls." I state, telling the truth. Hazel isn't, she's different to other girls I've dated. Well, I say dated, more like had a one night stand with. That usually happened when I threw parties every weekend which doesn't happen now, now I have changed. I think.
"Where have I heard that before," My mother says, rolling her eyes for the second time this morning. I hear footsteps enter the kitchen, I look over to see Hazel stood there, she is still dressed in my shirt. I have to admit, she looked amazing in it. Her hair hung over her shoulders, a little bit messy from the night before. My mother sent me a look as if to say 'I told you so.'
"Mother, this is Hazel," I introduce the two of them to each other. Hazel shyly steps closer to me, looking down at the ground.
"It's nice to meet you." My mother stiffly replies, not being very friendly towards Hazel. She probably thinks that I was with Hazel just for the night.
"Sorry, I don't usually dress like this," Hazel apologizes. I can't help but smile at her shyness, its sweet. My mother says nothing else before leaving the room, Hazel gives me a worried look.
"She's not usually like this, don't worry," I try to make Hazel's worried look disappear.
"I said the wrong thing,"
"No, babe, you didn't. Don't worry about it."
