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]

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6. Breakdown

I spent the next day in my bedroom. Mum brought me food occasionally and mugs of tea, and Dad knocked every few hours asking when I was coming out. I didn't want to face his soft green eyes, because I felt like I needed to be upset at him. Luckily, Tommy, Uncle Lou, and Aunt El weren't at our house, so I didn't have to worry about having Tommy see me like this. I played Ed Sheeran songs on my phone, scrolling through photos of runway models as I lay in bed. Saturdays were often lazy days, anyways, so it didn't really matter to me.

My phone buzzed in my palms, making me jump for a moment. It was from my best friend, Margaret.

 From: Marg!(:

Want to hang out today?

  To: Marg!(:

Sure. Anything to get out of the house.

   From: Marg!(:

You'll explain when we meet up, yeah?

    To: Marg!(:

Yeah. How about Dutch's Cafe in fifteen minutes?

   From: Marg!(:

Sounds good!

I pulled on a crisp, white blouse and a pair of lightwash skinny jeans. My hair fell messily in a slight wave at my waist, secured in the back by a light pink bow-clip. I puckered my lips and rolled on some light pink lipstain, and curled my eyelashes. I wasn't really trying to impress anyone by looking good, but Mum would always remind me to look my best no matter what; you never know who's watching. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I sighed. Around my neck sat Dad's paper airplane necklace, resting on my chest. I hesitated to reach back and unclasp it, but withdrew my hands before I could. I wasn't trying to rebel from my father... only trying to get away for a bit. I decided to leave it there, then scrawled a note saying, "Gone to Marg's." so that Mum wouldn't worry.

I hopped out the window after pulling on my brown, leather combat boots. Dad had given me an emergency ladder for if there was a fire or something, since my bedroom was on the top floor. I latched it onto the window frame, crawling gingerly down to the hedges. I snuck my bright yellow beach bike from the shed, hopped on, and sped off to town.

The wind ushered the tears down my cheeks, stinging my eyes. Thoughts raced through my mind as I pedaled on, cars racing beside me. I saw the small corner cafe merely a few hundred feet away, and sped up my pedaling. I rubbed my cheek against my shoulder to dry them, sniffling. My eyes stung horribly from the mix of cold air and tears, almost completely blurring my vision. Marg was already sitting at a table outside, two steaming mugs sitting on the shaded table. I was completely relieved to see my best friend, and closed my eyes for a second to breath. My feet kept pedaling, the wheels coasting evenly. Suddenly, frantic voices started screaming what sounded like, "Look out!" and one even included, "Hazel!" Which I assumed was from Marg. 

I opened my eyes just before the impact of the truck pummeled my body on my little yellow beach bike, and then everything went black.

(A/N: I know, short chapter! *boo* But I feel like leaving you all in suspense... The next chapter will be VERY engaging.(; Keep reading, loves. <3)

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