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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8. Cinnamon Toast

"Feeling better, baby?" Dad's deep voice shook me from my sleep. I panicked at first, but then realized that Tommy was gone, so Dad wouldn't know that we were sleeping in the same bed. I groaned, turning onto my back, then sitting upright.

"A little," I nodded. Dad didn't reply, instead, he looked down at his folded hands with sadness.

"Why did you leave?" he broke the silence. "Tell me the truth, Hazel."

"I was just going to hang out with Marg," I replied.

"Hazel..." his green eyes locked on mine. "Tell me the truth."

I frowned, leaning back against the pillows, "Dad, I want to be in the spotlight."

He looked as if he'd been punched in the gut. His cheeks grew hollow as his mouth formed a small 'o'. I felt horrible for lying to him, but I was now telling the truth.

"But you said--"

"I lied,"

"Hazel," he stood, clenching his jaw. "The spotlight isn't good for you."

"I don't care!" I cried. "I want to be like you, Dad."

"Trust me, you don't,"

"Why?" 

"People spread rumours," his eyes were reddened. "Dirty rumours."

"Like what?" I folded my arms.

"Stuff that you shouldn't know or think about," he said firmly, then walked out the door. Something in me figured it was about his band-mates or something... I've heard him talk to Mum about the rumours before; something about a bromance? 

I heard him say 'hi' to someone as he exited. In walked Tommy, holding a tray of food.

"Hungry?" he grinned. 

"Very," I widened my eyes, making room for him on the bed. I did feel a little bit awkward considering last night's events, but I tried to push it away, because he seemed pretty comfortable to me... 

He handed me the tray, which I eagerly dug into. I tried to ignore his stare that he kept on me constantly, but eventually looked up to meet his eyes.

"What?" I laughed through a mouthful of toast.

"Nothing," he snapped his gaze away, avoiding a smile that was pretty evident. I chewed my toast and let me eyes dropped to the tray. "You're just so..." he began.

"So what?" I shoved his shoulder, almost pushing him off the bed.

When I didn't get a response, I set the tray down, standing up on my good leg like I was going to leave. His hand gripped mine, pulling me back onto the bed. I turned my head, my lips immediately met his. He grasped my waist, fingers tracing my hip bone. I sat back down again, cupping his chin in my hand as his tongue traced my lower lip. My heart fluttered as his hand pressed into the small of my back, tracing circles with his fingers. 

"Beautiful," he whispered through the kiss, his breath sending goosebumps over my neck.

It was the longest kiss I'd ever had-- well, it was only the second kiss I'd ever had... But I couldn't help but get lost in head as we sat there, lips fitted together perfectly. 

I jolted back when the door opened abruptly, as did Tommy. I acted like I was eating, shoving a spoonful of eggs into my mouth. Tommy pulled out his phone, acting like he was laughing at something. Aunt El walked in, flanked by Mum.

"How're you doing, love?" Mum handed me a book. 

"Fine," I replied, smiling-- playing it off well, in my opinion.

"The nurse says you can leave tomorrow!" Aunt El said cheerfully, clapping her hands. I saw Tommy look up from his phone with a smile, but he quickly hid it. 

"Why is your face all red, Hazel?" Mum asked, placing a hand on my cheek. 

"It's not," I snapped, probably making it even more red. I turned away from her, focusing back on my food. 

Aunt El giggled, leaving the room quickly, followed by Mum, who glanced at me and Tommy with a smirk.

After we heard the door click shut, we burst into laughter.

"Why is your face all red?" Tommy mimicked Mum. 

"Hey! I saw you get all excited when she said I could leave tomorrow," I poked his belly. "Plotting something, eh, Tommy?"

"Shut up!" he chuckled. "What book did she bring you?"

"Hmm," I examined the cover, which was a plain, pale green. I flipped it over, tracing the spine until I found the title. "The Perks of Being a Wallflower."

"I saw the film," he stole a muffin from the tray. "Good one." 

"Read it to me," I thrust the book into his hands. He shrugged, flipping to a random page and scanning it.

"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite," he read. As he continued, I lay back on the bed, closing my eyes. Though it was daytime, I felt like sleeping forever. I let his words surround me, tuning out the beeping of the machines. His cool, raspy voice carried me away to some distant place-- a field where it was only me and him, much like my dream. Was it a dream?

"We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We just sat there together. And that was enough."

(A/N:  So... What do you guys imagine Tommy Tomlinson to look like? Post a picture below, and I'll decide the winner! Also, do you guys wanna know what Hazel looks like? Comment Below!)

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