"This is where you hang out?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at Liam as he shows me the place where him and his friends go at break times.
We are behind a bike shed, I never even knew that our school had one. Behind the shed is a bench, the paint on it seems to be peeling off which means that it must be quite old. This made me wonder if Liam and his friends were the only people that still came here.
"Yeah..." Liam's voice trails off, as if he's embarrassed to show me this place. "We can smoke here without getting caught." As Liam says this, he takes a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, grabs one out of the pack and lights it before placing the burning cigarette between his teeth. He offers me one by holding the pack of cigarettes in front of me.
"Thanks, but I don't smoke," I tell Liam. He smiles a little before shaking his head, letting out a laugh. I raise one eyebrow as if to ask him what he's laughing at.
"Harry doesn't smoke either,"
"Why?" I ask, wondering why Harry doesn't smoke like his friends do. That made me remember the first time I met him, outside of the coffee shop. He was with Niall who was smoking, but Harry wasn't.
"Well, he used to but..." Liam cuts off, his eyes darting down to the ground as if he has said too much. I don't have the chance to ask him to finish what he was saying before other people join us.
"Hey!" A light brown haired girl exclaims, wrapping her petite arms around Liam's waist. She must be Emma, Liam's girlfriend. She pulls away from him after a few seconds before her eyes find mine, she looks me up and down. I realised how bad this must look to her, me and Liam alone together.
"Hi, I'm Hazel." I greet Emma, a smile on my face. She stares at me for a few more seconds before her mouth forms an 'O' shape.
"Oh! You're Hazel! I'm Emma," She smiles widely. I begin to wonder how she knows me, she said 'You're Hazel!'. Somebody must have spoken about me before, either Niall or Harry. I preferred it to be Harry.
Soon enough, Harry and Niall joined us. They were joined by a girl with short red hair, the colour of blood. She was short, well shorter than me. I noticed that she had a nose and eyebrow piercing. Just like Emma did, the girl looked me up and down before her eyebrows furrowed together.
"What took you guys so long?" Liam asks the question that I was thinking.
"We had biology," Niall replies. The science classrooms are all the way over the other side of the school, that's why it took a while to get here.
"Who are you?" The red headed girl asks, her question directed at me. She spoke in an unfriendly manner, as if she didn't like me even though I haven't even spoken to her.
"Hazel," I speak quietly, a little intimidated by the girl in front of me.
"Really?" She asks, letting out an unfriendly laugh as if I was lying about my own name. "Well, I didn't expect you to hang out with someone like that." She looks at Harry whilst she she speaks, acting as if I wasn't even there. Harry's eyes dart down to the floor, not saying anything. I wondered why he wasn't talking.
"Lola, don't." Niall warns, his eyes on the girl in front of me, who I now know is called Lola. She took a pack of cigarettes out of her front pocket, before lighting it and placing it between her teeth, just like Liam had done earlier on.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, folding my arms over my chest. I'm not going to let this girl act like a bitch to me when I have done nothing wrong.
"You're just...plain." Lola states, after looking at me from head to toe again. She takes another drag of her cigarette before blowing a smoke ring, filling up the air in between us.
"Plain?" I repeat the word. I am not plain. "Just because I don't have tattoos or piercings and I don't smoke, I'm plain?" I ask. Lola replies by nodding her head simply, a smirk on her lips. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, glancing down at it.
"I have to go," Lola says in a whiny voice, her lips forming a pout as she looks up at Harry. "See you later." She speaks to Harry, before leaning up to him so that their mouths are inches apart. I think he's going to kiss her, but he turns his head at the last moment so that her lips come in contact with his cheek. Lola smiles gleefully to herself before leaving us.
Nobody has the chance to say anything about what just happened, since the bell rings signalling for class to start again.
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"Hazel!" I hear a voice call my name, I turn around to see Harry jogging to catch up with me.
It was finally the end of school, which means that I can go home and most probably do nothing. I know that nobody will be home. Since it is Monday, my parents will be working late and Joe has football training.
"What?" I ask, a little rudely. I'm quite mad, mad at the fact that Harry didn't tell me he had a girlfriend. Lola must be dating him, why else would she kiss him?
"Are you mad at me?" Harry asks me. I stop walking, and turn to face him. He looks genuinely worried, as if it would be the end of the world if I was upset with him.
"Why would I be mad?" I say, continuing to walk again, Harry beside me.
"Because of somebody beginning with 'L',"
"I'm not mad," I tell him, trying to make his worried facial expression disappear.
"Okay...where are you going?" Harry asks, confusion filling his face. I mentally slap myself when I realize the direction in which I'm walking in. I spot Rosa's car nearby us, that's where I was walking to. I had forgotten that we weren't friends anymore.
"I don't know," I say honestly. Harry lets out a chuckle, before running a hand through his messy hair.
"Need a lift home?"
