Driving Him Crazy while Driving Her Crazy! (Matt Smith FanFiction) ((Completed))
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  • Reads 56,024
  • Votes 1,771
  • Parts 36
  • Time 3h 28m
Complete, First published Jan 03, 2014
Hazel is an average girl who one day dreams of being on Doctor Who, she moves to England and has an amazing Agent who gets her just whats she wants. A role in Doctor Who. Hazels life turns out like a roller coaster as things don't go the way she plans. Will her new best friend Matt Smith drive her crazy? Or will she drive him crazy? Or in the end do they drive each other crazy? Crazy in love?
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Completed ✅ When I was four years old, I saw a woman die. I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I didn't realise I was stepping in her blood. I just thought my mother had gone to sleep, and, in a way, she had. When I was eight years old, I saw a man turn to drink. My father was struggling to deal raising me without my mother, and alcohol was his coping mechanism. When I was twelve years old, I saw a man lose himself. The alcohol had not helped my father, and when the drugs came along, things got even worse. The man I used to love had changed, disappeared, and in his place was a drug-ridden wreck of a man, who barely knew my name anymore. When I was sixteen years old, I saw a man die. I understood exactly what was happening. I knew why he was lying on the floor. I realised I was stepping in his blood. I thought my father had gone to sleep, and, in a way, he had. And it was my fault. Back then, there were three of us. But I'm twenty years old, and it's just me now. My name is Hazel Richards, and I'm the only one left.