I'm Yours

Fun At the Carnival

Hazel walked down the hall to her room, twirling her keys on her pointer finger and thinking of tonight’s slumber party, or should I say ‘overnight party’, she thought as she continued walking. She finally reached her flat.

After telling Nikki the news about the invitation, she had gone into full um, Nikki mode and immediately started to mentally plan what they would wear. Hazel had commented that ofcourse they would wear their pyjamas, which earned her a mocking glare from Nikki.

“Hazel. You are so naive. Well ofcourse I know we'll wear our pyjamas, what I am saying is, what kind of pyjamas we should wear.” Nikki turned the corner and gave Hazel a flirty giggle.

Hazel raised her eyebrows, “What other kinds of pyjamas are there?” She was becoming weary. What was Nikki planning?

Nikki just laughed, “So naive, so cute. Aww Hazel.”

Hazel sighed, “Whatever. Just don't make me look like a slut or I’ll just stay in my normal clothes for the night.”

Nikki laughed in response, nearly running over a trashcan.

Hazel dropped her stuff on her couch. Walking to her kitchen, Hazel opened the fridge and took out the left over lasagna Nikki had cooked last night. Placing the leftovers on a plate, Hazel popped it in the microwave for 3 minutes.

She hummed to herself as she waited for her food. Her phone suddenly rang. Hazel ran to answer it. Looking at the screen, Hazel couldn't help but slightly gasp. Harry Styles was calling her. What? She didn't even know his phone number. They really weren't even friends. Aah, Zayn probably gave him her phone number. But why?

Snapping out of her questioning trance, Hazel clicked the green answer button and held the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hazel?” Harry asked on the other line.

Hazel nodded as she answered “Yes.”

“Oh hey. Um, Zayn wanted me to pick you and Nikki up because he has to do something. Do you mind if I come now?”

Hazel glanced at the clock. It was only 5:15. “Uh, sure. Just let me shower first.”

“Sure Love.” Harry replied.

Hazel smiled, “Great. Well okay, I'll see you. Bye!” Hazel hung up.

The microwave dinged. Her lasagnas are done. Hazel took it out of the microwave and left it to cool while she showered. Slipping out her clothes, Hazel walked to her bathroom, not caring that she was naked. It wasn't like there were hidden cameras in her flat, recording what she does. At least Hazel hoped not.

Hazel let the warm water pour down on her fair skin. She washed her hair with a apple scented shampoo and almond and rose body wash. She wrapped a towel around her body. Hazel was about to grab her underwear and bra of the closet when she heard a doorbell. Hazel quickly put on her bra and underwear before wrapping the towel tightly around her body again. She ran to open the door.

“Oh um, harry” Hazel said as she looked at Harry who by the way was openly starring at her barely covered body from head to toe. “

H—hi there, I umm” Harry stammered but got cut off by hazel clearing her throat and moving her lips in pantomime.

“What? Stop starring at my body and just get in. Neighbours might see. ” She asked frantically. Hazel stepped aside to let Harry in.

“Yum! Is that lasagna I smell?” Harry sniffed around.

Hazel nodded her head, “Yea. Uh, help yourself while I get dressed.” She handed the curly haired superstar the plate of lasagnas with a fork, motioning for him to seat on the couch. “Be right back.”