Bad Luck {Louis Tomlinson} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 10 (part 2)

Hazel's POV

"Um, I'm going to head back to my place to get changed, I'll see you in 10?" I asked the boys who had their mouths filled with food.

"Cool, I'll drive you if you want," Harry proposed.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. I left my car back there too," I smiled. Heading out the door, I thought I saw Harry give Louis and smug smirk and Louis glare back at him. We got in the car and I looked out the window the whole time, not really wanting to make conversation with Harry. Once we got there I thanked him quickly and ran inside to get changed and have a shower. I jumped in the shower and washed myself with my body wash and then got out quickly before putting on a black sundress with white daisies on it and a pair of white pumps. I grabbed my favourite white leather purse and ran into the bathroom. I blow dried my hair, put on my usual makeup and left my hair slightly wavy and curly at the ends. Running outside (in pumps, yes, I know.) I got in Harry's car.

"Sorry for taking so long," I smiled sheepishly, brushing my hair out of my face,

"No worries," he gave me his famous crooked smile which fans died for. 5 minutes later we arrived back at the house and I skipped in, pumps clacking against the floorboard.

"Woah... How do you do that?! Zayn asked me, looking like he'd just seen a squid walk.

"Practice darling," I said in an over posh British voice.

"Well, I want to get to know you better, how about you tell me about yourself," Niall asked me. I suddenly found the floor very interesting and started playing with my fingers,

"Well..." I started anxiously, giving a nervous laugh.

"Uh, she doesn't really like telling people about herself that easily guys..." Louis cautioned them. I looked up and gave him a weak smile but said:

"No, I should open up more. It's good for you apparently." I sat down on one of the couches and started,

"My name is Hazel Rosewood. My favourite colour is a kind of peach and my favourite animal is an Armacorn. Don't ask. I'm 5"4 and a Sagittarius. I was born on November 28th 1995 and I am in my last year of highschool. My dad left us a year ago and I was cheated on my bastard of a boyfriend a month ago and was used by him. I'd like to pursue a modelling or singing career but if they fail, I want to be a veterinarian. I have little faith in relationships and it's very hard for me to open up like this." I inhaled and exhaled sharply, waiting for a response.

"I- I didn't know, I'm so sorry..." Niall started looking guilty.

"Nah, it's ok. I'm over them, rid them from my life in every way possible," I said proudly. It was hard to get my dad to leave me alone after he begged me to come live with him, but eventually he gave up.

"So, what to do now?" I asked, looking around the room.

"Well we have a free day so, anything I suppose..." Harry trailed off.

"Hazel?" Zayn asked cautiously,

"Yeah?" I replied, wondering what he was up to.

"Well, you said that you wanted to pursue a modelling career, right?" He asked me, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I mean, I could speak to an old friend of mine who works for Topshop and they could put a good word in for you. You may just get a trial and if they like you, a job!" He exclaimed, sometimes I wondered if this guy was straight.

"What?! No, no, no, no, no! That would be way to much!" I almost yelled, and pretty much falling off my seat in the process.

"You can't stop me! You'll thank me later!" He yelled, running up the stairs with his phone in his hand. I put my head in my hands, what was I going to do with these boys? In the end, everyone had migrated to different devices and I was sitting next to Louis on my phone while he was on his laptop. I scrolled through twitter, ignoring the hate and following people with the nicest comments. I kept scrolling through my mentions until I saw a picture of me and Louis at the beach with our foreheads pressed together, his hands on my waist and mine curled up against his chest. Shoot! I bit my lip and looked over to Louis who had seen the photo on my phone.