F.A.M.E (book 1 & 2)

7

It was two days later and Hazel had rolled out of bed to do her usual routine. She had noticed her socials were going crazy, but she didn't really understand it. She had been in so many videos, at this point her presence was no longer a shock.

Well it shouldn't have been anyway.
But then again social media was a funny platform, and things were prone to change all the time.

Hazel was over how she felt when she last encountered Adonis. It wasn't like her to crave more from a man, and she wasn't about to start acting out of character just because she felt butterflies in his presence. From now on she was going to train her body and her emotions to behave normal when around him, because the person she could potentially become if she started really liking him, would be ridiculous.

Today she was visiting her mother who lived in Canary Wharf. It was a three bedroom house on Narrow Street, and it was where her mother had had her heart set on moving to, once her daughter had made enough money to purchase it. There was a warmth to the house that only a genuine home could create. With the wooden floors and fireplace always burning, it was the place Hazel always felt safest to come to with all her troubles. She could count on her mother to wipe any tears away and replace them with laughter.

Just as she was tying the laces of her Timbs, she received a message from Charlotte, causing her to roll her eyes. She was asking if Hazel had cooked or had any left overs because she wanted to come over tonight and wanted free food. Food was always better when it was someone else's.

Hazel messaged her back informing her that she would bring left overs from her mum's house since she didn't feel like cooking tonight. It was rare for Hazel to visit her mum and not leave without her mum stuffing food down her throat. Then she would pack food in Tupperware for her daughter. It was the small things like this that made her mother feel like she was still needed in her child's life; they were all each other had always had, and the two would do anything to protect what they had.

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"So you're telling me you're in his video?" Her mum asked her for clarification. Her feet were resting on the black leather footstool, her reading glasses sitting in the midst of her blonde dread locks, which she had grown to waist length. Hazel was a spitting image of her mother, possessing the same tawny brown shade and petite slender figure. In an attempt to keep the Ghanaian culture alive in her home, she had eloquent African prints adorning different walls, and memorable African proverbs also around the house.

"Yeah." Hazel's mother was a little shocked at how underwhelmed her daughter seemed at the situation she had gotten herself into. She could remember four years back, when her daughter had suddenly fallen into a somewhat 'depressed' state. It wasn't until sixth form had started, that Hazel had finally spoken to her about the fact that her heart had been shattered by someone she trusted and loved. Since the two had only ever had each other, Hazel's mother did her best to be as comforting as she could, at the horrible state that Adonis had left her in.

Before then, she had always adored and loved Adonis for her daughter; but after that incident, she couldn't help the disappointment which she now held for him. She was sure getting over it would've been easier if he hadn't gone and taken her virginity in the process of breaking her heart. That was the one thing that Hazel's mother had never been fond of, especially since she had tried to advice her daughter from a young age to preserve herself, and wait until she was married.

"Do I even want to see this video?" Hazel's mother asked. Her accent sounded mildly Ghanaian, with a twist of Italian, where she had spent some time in education before moving to England and having Hazel. Sometimes, her accent made her questions sound reprimanding although she didn't mean it that way.