Magcon fan fiction - Waves

Chapter 41

Hazels POV

I sat there shocked.

Hayes words kept running through my head, like a song played on repeat, again and again.

He liked me.

I felt strange thinking about it, that whenever we had been together he had been hiding these feeling from me.

I knew the tide was coming in but I couldn't force myself to get up, I stayed there for ages watching the waves curl closer and closer towards me.

The white foam just inches away from my feet, but still not able to reach me.

I watched the sun disappear behind a dark cloud and it clicked with me that I should probably get back to to the beach.

My emotions were everywhere, I felt like a small child who had just been scolded by an adult.

I felt guilty, hurt, angry.

Did I like him back?.

I wanted Hayes to know that it didn't have to be awkward, we could still work as friends right?

There was nothing that I wanted more then to be with Hayes, have him wrap his arms around me.

One of his big warm hugs that made me feel so safe, as if everything would be ok.

As I swam out towards the shore, swimming against the current I felt tears falling down my face.

I didn't know why I was crying? What was wrong with me?

I couldn't stop the flow of tears.

I ran out of the sea and pulled my surf board after me.

I went straight home.

I stomped past the living yelling a hello to mom and the Jacks who were inside the kitchen.

I could hear Nash and Cameron's voices as well.

All I needed was to talk to someone about how I felt, I didn't even know how to explain it.

Then I realised Hayes was the only person I would of talked to about this, but he was the one person that I couldn't.

I went into the shower drowning myself beneath the hot jets of water.

I shampooed and conditioned my hair and just stood there for ages letting everything sink in.

I grabbed a big fluffy towel and wrapped it around me.

I sat on the edge of the bath too cold to do anything and sit there feeling sorry for myself I guess.

Eventually I got up and went into my room to get dressed picking clothes from the stack of laundry on my bed.

I found Hayes big grey jumper he had let me borrow and I threw it on over my head.

It was like a false sense of protection and safety.

Hayes was the one person who had really made me feel safe.

I sat down at my dresser lazily blow drying my hair and pulled it in to a loose plait falling down my back.

I put on a pair of fluffy socks and crawled into my bed plugging in my earphones, lying my phone closely next to my head.

Why was I so upset?

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For the next few chapters I think

Ron Pope- A drop in the ocean

is a really good song to listen to.