Hazels POV
Tonight I was going out. Emily texted Harry and I texted Matt. Emily insisted we go on a double date. I knew this would be awkward since Matt is in my brother grade and it's his best friend, but Matt was really nice and I feel like he understood me.
"You excited for tonight?" Emily wiggled her shoulders while she smirked at me.
"More like nervous. I have nothing to wear."
"I'll help you. You can pick something from my closet." I went over to her closet searching for a dress or something.
"Here is something that will definitely fit you." she reached over pulling out coral color, lace tank dress. It was beautiful. She also had a pair of black high heal pumps right next to them. It's like she planned it out. I grabbed the dress and ran to the bathroom to try it on. Once I slipped it on I was speechless. The dress really hugged my waist. Emily came in with her jaw dropped.
"Wow you better in it then when I wore it." I smiled. It made me feel happy and to be honest ever since this incident happen I've been feeling really down. Once we got our self ready we left. We pulled up in front of a familiar restaurant. The name read 'Olive Garden'. We got inside only to Harry.
"Hello love." he walked up to Emily picking her up into a hug. It was more awkward in person than on the phone. Some one tapped on the shoulders having me startled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Matt said quietly. He had a pair of dark jeans with a blue button up short sleeve top. He also had a pair of regular black converse. I took at glance at Harry's outfit. He had on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a tight black button up top. Emily had a maroon dress that looked similar to mine. I turned back at Matt's direction and hugged him.
"Thanks for coming. And sorry if it's awkward for your best friends sister to ask you out on a double date." I said shyly looking at my feet.
"It's no biggie. I was just a little worried on how your brother is going to take it." I ignored the fact that Ryan is going to blow up at me. We were quickly seated at a booth.
"Hi, I'm Andrew. I'll be your waiter today. Do you wanna start off with some drinks?" we nodded and told him our drinks. I looked down at my menu for something to eat. I was starving, even thought I ate before we left.
"Wanna do some appetizers?" Emily said still looking at her menu.
"Sure. I think we should get the dipping sauce for bread sticks. When ever me and lads come here we always get this. One time we had to get two plates because Niall wanted to have one to himself." They laughed. I was quite. Emily noticed and stopped right away. She hit Harry's arm. He stopped and looked over at me.
"I'm sorry Hazel."
"I'm fine." But really I wasn't. Part of me missed Niall. But the other part of me was still mad at him. What he did was wrong. Sometimes I think when he kissed Peyton did it ever mean anything. Was he drunk? Was he force too? Was Peyton an old friend I didn't know about? But why would he kiss her? Why am I now thinking about all these questions? Why did Niall stop his tour when I was in a coma? Did I really love Niall? Did he really love me? I couldn't take it with all these questions! I needed answers. I needed to see Niall. I wish he was here, not Matt.
"Hazel! Hazel!" Emily snapped me out of my thoughts by shaking me. I looked around and noticed our drinks and appetizers on the table.
"Sorry I zoned out." She nodded still looking concern. I felt someone rubbing back. I glance over to Matt.
"Are you sure? If you wanna go home we can. I can drop you off or whatever you wanna do."
"I'm fine!" I was annoyed. I needed some air. "I'm gonna go get some air. I'll be right back." Harry stared me down. I sped up my pace a little. Once I opened the door the wind smack me right in the face. It was a little colder than I thought it was going to be. It usually gets cooler but not this cold. I'm not going to lie, I did feel better. I leaned onto a black bar. Should I leave? Should I go home? Than everybody would be worry on where I have gone.
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FanfictionStill laying here. Not knowing where I am. Wondering if I'm dead or not. Thinking if someone remembered me. And end up giving up on those thoughts. Might sound kind of depressing. We'll because Im talking about me.. Which is depressing. I woke up r...