Accidentally Yours(Complete)

Ugly Ducking really is a Swan

Hazel and Ashton above❤❤❤.

One week ago-

Hazel's Pov-

I feel sick to my guts.All I want to do is to roll in a furball and cry all that my heart desires and I don't even know why!I don't even have my periods dude..since the last three months.

My hormones are like a raging relationship between a crocodile and a hippopotamus.I can't believe I'm saying this but I really do miss those red Niagara fall days.At least I do know the reason for my bitchiness.

Hazel Rose Vanderbilt never cries even if she tries her best.I had to apply glycerin in my eyes to cry on my  great grandma's funeral so that people don't take me for a freak.

Mom and Zoe cry buckets every time and all the males in our family follow them like puppies to console and wipe the salty liquid obviously while I shake my head and smirk like a heartless bitch.

I look like my mom's reflection.There's not a single difference between our faces if you ignore the height..I'm 5'3 while mom's 5'2 but it still doesn't matter.We are the shorties in our family*Sighs*

There was a time when my pig of a brother Declan tried to make me cry by cutting my hair and yes he succeeded too but when Hazel cries there's hell to see and I did take my revenge. While my hair was in a bob; he was wandering around bald with a scowl on his face that satisfied my burning heart like a person who gets an oasis in the Sahara.

And look at me now, I cry like a freaking sappy weirdo anytime..gosh even my precious makeup is getting smeared.

I look like a panda with all the smeared eye-liner.After depositing the contents of my stomach in the pot I finally took the brave decision to go for the doctor who I hate so much. Man,I just hate hospitals.

I quickly called my assistant Annalise and informed her that I won't be turning up today and every appointment should be cancelled. Oh did I mention that I'm an interior designer.

I am really good at my work.Call me cocky but that is genetic. Dad's looks might not have influenced me but trust me I did get his sense of humour.Wicked.

I got into my orange Mercedes Benz and drove like a maniac to the hospital which made me more sick.I ran through the doors and vomited for the nth time in the hospital's washroom.

I feel so drained.I looked at myself.I don't look me.God,no tears again.

I wiped my snot filled nose.. Oh my god what if someone sees me like this?

I look like a ravished beaten up red haired rat.

I slowly made my way to the cabin with a scarf over my head so that people don't notice me; daughter of the great billionaire and beauty queen and obviously the miraculous twin daughter to her own mother.