2. Perfection's Child

It's been thirteen years since Harry and Maisey have welcomed their first daughter to the world: Hazel Lillianne Styles. Her life starts out rough when Maisey experiences complications in labor, but takes a turn for the best when a big-time modeling agent sees her photo on Twitter.
Suddenly, she becomes the "It-Girl" for the younger generation-- at only thirteen years old. Harry firmly pushes away the spotlight on her beautiful daughter, but Maisey encourages it. Will it cause tensions in their marriage?
Society is rocked by the sudden upbringing of this unique child and all they want is to see Hazel continue on to become something big (like her father). Can she handle the spotlight? Or will life become suddenly ordinary for this little girl and her family...? For Perfection's Child.
***Sequel to Close to Nothing***
(Ages 13+ recommended) [A One Direction Fanfiction]


2. 13 Years Later

"Hazel," Mum shook my shoulders. "Hazel, darling, wake up."

"Please, mum, five more minutes," I groaned, stuffing the pillow to my face.

"Daddy's got an interview in two hours! Don't you want to come?" she practically begged. Interviews were always fun to go to. My four uncles and dad always were asked the silliest questions; it was hilarious to see them answer-- especially with dad's slow, lazy talk.

"Alright, alright," I sat up, running a hand through my brown hair. "I'm awake."

"Oh, and Tommy's here," Mum mentioned as she walked out the door.

"What!?" I cried, throwing myself out of bed. "Mum!?" But she had already hurried out the door. I had always had feelings for Tommy, and mum surely knew it. It was easy to tell by the extreme blushing that occurred practically every time I was near him. I would begin sweating perfusely, shaking. Why? Well, I don't know. I guess it's just part of being an insecure teenager. 

Tommy was the son of Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Lou. They were initially expecting a girl; had everything bought and ready, but then Tommy was the product. Aunt El was devastated, but now takes great pride in his good looks and charm. It always gave me something to make fun of him for. He had Uncle Lou's blue eyes, and Aunt El's facial structure. Mum describes him as a mini-Louis, and I can't blame her. He's pretty much the spitting image of Uncle Lou. They smile the same, laugh the same, style their hair the same... My heart beats fast just thinking about him. 

I hurried to my closet, picking out a cream-coloured cashmere jumper and a pair of skinny jeans. I didn't bother doing anything to tame my mane of caramel hair, so I simply tied it up in a messy bun. I applied some mascara and liquid eyeliner and put on some lip-balm. Good enough. I shrugged, practicing my smile in the mirror. My main goal for today was to attempt a civilized conversation with Tommy. I mean, we talked all the time, but I often spoke so fast that he had to repeatedly ask for clarity. It was a bad habit, plus an embarrassment. 

Drawing in a deep breath, I opened my bedroom door.

"Haz!" I was greeted by my Uncle Niall with a huge bearhug. He had been traveling with his wife, Chelsea, for the past month so I hadn't seen him since they boarded the cruise ship. 

"Uncle Niall!" I hugged him, kissing his cheek. "I missed you!"

"I missed you more, love!" he squeezed me. I went and gave a very pregnant Aunt Chelsea a hug. Before they left for vacation, they'd received news that they'd be having twins! It was a huge excitement for us all. "Tommy's in the living room." Uncle Ni raised his eyebrows, grinning stupidly.

"Shut up!" I punched him playfully in the gut. 

"Go get 'em, tiger," he nudged me on. 


As I walked down the grand staircase, Tommy caught my eye. He was leaning against the wall of the living room, on his phone. I gulped, breathing out heavily. You can do this.

I continued down the stairs, taking hurried steps. Suddenly, I tripped, tumbling down the remaining half of the granite staircase. When I hit the bottom, I sat up abruptly, dusting myself off. I was hoping I hadn't made too much noise.

"Hazel, are you all-right?" a familiar, cool voice said from above me. Crap.

"Oh, er, yeah," I replied as he helped me up. "Thanks, Tommy."

"No worries," he laughed. "Same Hazel, huh?" he patted my back.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" 

"Great," he said with a half-smile. My face flushed red, growing hot. "You're bleeding." he pointed at my forehead; I was quick to cover it up. 

"Oh," I breathed, putting a hand to it, but pulling away in pain. "I-I'll just..." With that, I rushed back upstairs to the toilet.

You're such a spazz, Hazel. I told myself as I pressed a moist towel to the gash on my head. I was hopeless. I mean, Tommy did say that I was great... but I totally ruined it! 

"Hazel, would you just be more like a normal child!?" I kicked the cabinet, doubling over. "And a little smarter, too?" I said to myself through gritted teeth.

"Hazel, being normal is overrated," said a raspy voice from behind me. Daddy. 

"Thanks, Dad," I hugged him.

"Now, what happened?" he sat me down on the counter, squinting at my forehead. 

"I, er, fell down the stairs," I admitted, looking away from his green eyes. 

"Tommy, huh?" he crinkled his nose. "You're a hopeless romantic, like your mum."

"Hey!" I scoffed, folding my arms. "It was an accident."

"Sure, sure," he winked, kissing my cheek. "Come on. Let's go have breakfast."


I was so uncomfortable as we entered the kitchen... Everyone was staring at me with a funny smile.

"Hi," was all I could manage. Dad rubbed my back, urging me forward. I could see Tommy choking back laughter behind Uncle Lou. Great.

"Well, we better get going," Dad broke the awkward silence, handing me a piece of toast. 


We all boarded a van and began driving. I did my best to remain silent throughout the whole ride; avoiding whatever conversations that didn't involve me. I think Mum noticed my predicament. She lay a hand on my knee, squeezing it gently. She was always good about making me feel better if I felt like rubbish. Guys were often a struggle for me, and she completely understood, helping me through everything.

Most would think it's weird of me to be in love with my own cousin, but technically, he's just a family friend... so, it's not like 'against the rules' or anything. In fact, mum encourages it. She tells me all the time about what a nice boy Tommy is: respectful, intelligent, good-looking, etc. And I just sit there and say nothing; because I already know all of it is true about him. He's literally perfect.

"You look awfully pretty today, Hazel," Aunt Perrie, who was seated next to me, nudged me with her elbow. 

"Thank you," I beamed. It was a great complement to be told that by Perrie-- who was flawlessly beautiful. I aspired to look like her... but I was far from it. I had light brown hair, as opposed to her purple-tinted blonde. Her eyes were sparkling blue; mine were a drab brown. Dad told me that my dark eyes gave me character, though we have no clue how I got brown eyes from parents who both had light eyes. I envied Mum's blue-green eyes more than anything. 

Aside from the eyes, I looked a lot like Dad. I had his dimples, lips, and smile, whilst I had my Mum's face. As for personality, I guess you could say I was a mixture. Mum had always been quiet and shy, while Dad was springy, outgoing, and flirty. Well, me, I'm quiet until you get to know me, clumsy when I'm outgoing, and a total wreck when I try to be flirty-- which I do all the time. So, I'm somewhere in-between. 


When we arrived, there was a huge crowd of girls outside of the building. Though all of the guys from One Direction were in their 30's, they still attracted a mad house of underaged girls. In addition, none of them looked like they'd aged a second from when they were 19 or 20. 

"Harry!" One of them screamed. I truly felt bad for all of the dedicated fans that just longed to meet them someday, when I thought  nothing of having all of them as family. I just didn't think I appreciated them as much as everyone else seemed to. "

Through all of the commotion, I tried my best to tune out the extreme screaming and shouting. I was being jostled by security guards to the entrance of the building.

"Hazel!" someone yelled. I whirled around, as I'd never been called out by a fan before. It was the paparazzi. A camera flash went off, making my vision go blurry as the man whooped with delight that he'd gotten photo of me (Mum tried to keep me as much out of the press as possible). 

"Come on, Hazel," Paul urged me on, pushing me through the door. 

"I think they like you," Zayn grinned, pinching my cheek.

"Ha ha," I mocked, giggling a little. "It was just one person."

"Boys, you're on in thirty seconds," the director shouted, gathering everyone. I heard a spokesperson begin talking about all of the band's accomplishments, followed by a roar of approval from the audience. 

"Give a warm welcome to... One Direction!" 

Dad turned and blew Mum and I a kiss before he disappeared onto stage.

"Welcome, guys, nice to have you on the show," the spokesperson shook each of their hands. He had a slight French accent and wild graying hair. Smile lines formed around his weathered eyes and cheeks. He looked naturally friendly... in a creepy way.

"Pleasure to be here," Uncle Lou smiled, rocking in his seat. 

"With your new album, Endless Tomorrow's, reaching the top of the charts, it must be chaotic in your lives!" he said. "Tell me, how do you have time for your women?" Maybe it wasn't a French accent... He sounded a little queer.

"Well, with wives like ours, it's pretty easy to get lost with them," Zayn beamed. 

"Tell me about it," the spokesman coo'd, laughing giddily. "Now, Harry." He turned to him, leaning forward, "A few minutes ago, a well-known photographer snapped a beautiful photo of your thirteen-year-old daughter, Hazel. Why haven't we seen more of this beauty? Does anyone else agree?" He gestured to the audience, who applauded, whistling. 

My face grew red when I hear my name. I saw Tommy from the corner of my eye, staring at me. I was flattered that he'd called me a 'beauty', but embarrassed, especially because Tommy was here. I felt Mum's reassuring hand on my shoulder, squeezing me with pride.

"Did you hear that, Hazel?" she whispered. "You take after your Daddy."

I smiled at this. Dad was, dare I say--- perfect. Even though I was his own daughter, I have to admit, he was really attractive. I was glad to look somewhat like him.

"Well, er, Maisey and I like to keep her away from the publicity as much as possible," he said slowly, intertwining his fingers. "For her safety."

"That's unfortunate," the spokesman frowned. "She's just so... beautiful."

"Thank you," Dad blushed a little. After all, he did kind of create me. "Believe me, I know."

The spokesman finally changed the subject, making me sigh in relief. He asked the other guys questions about their past tour and their own wives, and actually asked Liam if he was single, receiving a very harsh "No".

When they were eventually excused off-stage, Dad wrapped me in a hug.

"You know why we don't allow you much publicity, right?" He touched his nose to mine. I nodded. I really didn't mind it. I would hate having paparazzi in my hair all the time, anyways.

"Yes, Daddy," I kissed his cheek. "I understand."

"Good, baby," he gave me a dimpled smile. "Let's get going."

"She's just so... beautiful," Tommy's voice mocked me from behind. "A beauty, huh?"

His hands were shoved into his front jean pockets, hair styled its usual way. He wore a sailor-striped shirt and white high-tops. 

"Oh, shut it, Tommy," I flushed, turning away from him.

"Hey," he stopped me. "I didn't say it wasn't true." Wait, what did he just say?

"Oh," I bit my lip. "Thanks, Tom."


(A/N: What do you all think of teenage Hazel Styles? Oh, and Tommy Tomlinson? (Ironic name, yeah?) Would they or would they not make a good couple? Comment below what you think!)

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