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]


13. A Dream

[Play the link while reading http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=b04ShbtaNnc&NR=1 ]

The walk back to my hotel had been awkward. Ashton was right about the whole thug thing. The whole time, I pressed myself into his side, dark-faced men brushing past me with hungry looks. I'd never experienced this part of the city. At one point, a cat scrambled out of an alley, making me scream bloody murder. Ashton just laughed, pulling me into him.

It was moments like these that I tried to avoid-- having to rely on a guy, especially one that I liked to avoid in general. The new Ashton was a little more enjoyable, though. His usual flirtatious eyes seemed a lot more sincere. I appreciated it, but what about Tommy...?

"Goodnight, Hazel," he said as I reached my hotel building. I think he was expecting a kiss when I leaned in, but I quickly turned my head away, simply folding him in a weak hug. 

"Goodnight," I replied awkwardly. He bit his lower lip when I took a step back, then managing a small smile. I could tell he felt bad for what happened earlier. I just didn't know how to make it better. I glanced away from his face, giving a little nod as I turned to leave. I hugged my sides with my own hands, feeling like every pair of eyes in the lobby of the hotel were on me.


When I got up to my room, Mum immediately ran to me. She squeezed my cheeks, pinching them everywhere.

"Shopping, my ass," she snapped. "Tommy told us you were with Ashton. What did he do to you? Did he hurt you? Darn Americans."

"Mum!" I groaned. "I'm fine. We just hung out for a while."

"You're definition of 'hung out' must be different from mine," she softened a little. "Be honest, what did you do?"

"We went to a cafe, watched TV at his place..." I paused. "That's pretty much it."

"You're hiding something," she narrowed her eyes, waving a finger in my face. Dad appeared from one of the bedrooms, chuckling.

"Maisey, calm down," he said lightly, hugging her from behind. He kissed her behind the ear, swaying back and forth. I was surprised at his reaction to this. "She's a teen, she's going to see boys."

"Thanks," I mumbled to him. Mum clenched her jaw, eyes fixed on me.

"You better not come home pregnant any time soon," she said quietly. 

"Mum, I'm thirteen! Almost fourteen!" I blurted out. "Do you really think I'd get pregnant?"

"That Ashton kid..." she shook her head. "Bad influence on you, in my opinion."

"I'd have to agree with that," Dad joined in. "Just be careful, Hazel."

"Of course I will," I replied quietly. To escape the embarrassment, I quickly scooted to my room. My bed was freshly made-- the total opposite of how I had left it this morning. Uncle Lou and Tommy's room was right next door, so I craned to hear them talking or something. I felt bad for admitting I was going to see Ashton right to Tommy's face, and somehow hoped he'd forget about it.

[Play the link while reading http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcjIbA_jD_4 ]

I had no luck in overhearing any conversation, so I simply turned on my music and changed into sleep clothes. 

Tomorrow would be the second day of the shoot. Needless to say, I was nervous. I wasn't sure if Tommy would be there, but I sure hoped he wouldn't. Something in me didn't want to see Ashton's face, or his changed eyes and soul. I didn't like the lovey-dovey Ashton-- I preferred it when he was more mysterious. Then again, Evan and the other guys would probably be there, so I could use them to distance myself from Ashton. 

Or maybe... maybe Ashton would go back to his usual ways tomorrow. The ways of being flirtatious and dangerous. I kind of missed being annoyed by him. 

I grabbed the comforter and pulled it around my body, fluffing the pillows with my free hand. I groaned when I realized I had forgotten to turn off the lights and begrudgingly climbed out of bed. I passed by the full-length mirror attached to the back of the door and paused to stare at myself. Lifting my shirt just enough to see my belly, I imagined what it'd be like if I was pregnant: what would it do to my scrawny body? I could somewhat see why Mum was so concerned.

I flicked off the light and flopped belly-first onto the bed, pulling the comforter over me once again. I let the music caress my body, making my mind wander. It made me feel so at peace. I didn't think about Ashton, or Tommy, or Evan, or my past. It simply made me think of my dreams; my aspirations. 

Soon enough, I was dreaming. I could see myself as a model, strutting down a full length of runway, pausing at the end and making the crowd gape at me. For some reason, it seemed so unrealistic. Was it even me? Of course, I looked like an adult, but isn't that what the future holds? 

In the crowd, I spotted my parents. Dad looked only a little older, and Mum as fresh and young as ever. They were definitely my parents, though. I moved my gaze further down the row of where they were seated. Right next to them sat a boy. He seemed to be about twenty-- my age in the dream-- and was very attractive. He had sandy-brown hair, tousled carelessly over his broad forehead and the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. His perfectly tan skin glowed in the low light of the room, making me stop in my tracks. 

It wasn't Tommy, that was for sure.

My 'dream' Mum reached over to him and squeezed his arm, pointing at me on the runway. He smiled and nodded in my direction. I noticed a small glint of shine from his left hand. It was on his ring finger. A heavy weight grew onto my left hand, as well. When it looked down, there was a ring on my fourth finger. 

I was right. It wasn't Tommy.

It was Ashton.

And we were married.

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