"Hazel," Louis whines, reaching out to wrap his arms around me. I laugh and push his arms away, shaking my head.
"Louis, clean up." I scold him, rolling my eyes. He groans, but walks over to the mess he made in the kitchen, beginning to clean.
I smirked, watching him. Suddenly, he threw flour at my face. I gasped, my eyes narrowing at him.
"Louis William-" I start, before getting another faceful of flour. I let out a laugh, rushing towards him. He widened his eyes, trying to rush around me but he failed.
I grabbed his face, kissing him softly, before pulling away. "Clean this up, and you'll get more later." I wink, before sauntering off to my bedroom.
I sat up quickly, my body wracking in sobs as I reminesince in the memory. It's been two weeks. Two weeks since I stormed out, and he hasn't texted me once. I was staying with my friend, Ed, for a while.
I got out of bed, and slowly padded to Ed's bedroom, sniffling as I open the door. The dim hallway light illuminated his bedroom, and he slowly sat up.
"Hng, Hazel?" He mutters tiredly, rubbing his eyes. I immediately felt bad for waking up the ginger, because he barely gets sleep any more due to his fame.
"I- I'm sorry," I whisper, looking down. "Maybe I should go back to my room, I-"
"Just c'mere." He laughs, opening his arms to me. I couldn't help but smile as I climbed into his bed, having loved Ed's cuddles. He's basically my brother, to be honest. I grew up with him.
"I had another dream, and- I'm sorry." I say quietly, closing my eyes as I cuddle close to him.
"I know, love. I hope Louis gets what he deserves." He whispers, kissing my forehead. I smiled softly and slowly, very slowly, fell into a dark abyss.
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Coffee, I love you. You are with me through thick and thin, please be my husband.
I sat in the little cafe, staring down at the cup of coffee. Coffee is the only thing that's constant in my life. Ed is on tour, so he's been gone. It's officially been two months since Louis and I broke up.
"Hazel?"
I froze at the sound of the voice, not wanting to look up. No, no, no. I just got away from them, I can't go back.
"Hazel," Harry repeats, reaching out to grab my shoulder. I did the first thing that came to mind, and I turned around to slap him.
