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She was late, the girl was tired, tired of making sure her management didn’t have something to say about something she simply wore. After all, she was a pop girl, and openly an omega pop girl in an alpha-dominated world and industry. She hated it in ways, but she knew today was important, she had been told last minute but they made it sound good, promising at that.
Plus, she knew if anything, she could get away with being late. Her name gave her that privilege, and best of all, she’s done it all on her own.
Hazel Styles
A name for the books and historians to remember.
She had just finished her first leg of the Love on Tour in America. It had been bittersweet, as if she was saying goodbye, but she knew herself better and knew she was all ready to come back to her true home, England. It had been almost over 2 years since Covid had hit, since she had written all her songs, and released two- now three albums.
She loved the way she was freer with COVID, which feels a bit odd in her head, but it's true. She was so much freer away from her team, and she could speak more freely in interviews because all she got was a text or call, not them dragging her into the office. Hazel felt free, so free something was bound to happen, but not so soon, and certainly not as she was alone in a coffee shop in Doncaster.
The shop was nice, the little fairy light decorating the place a minimal number of people in the place; she felt safe. The omega wasn’t exactly sure why this place as she’s never been here before, but the second she walked in, she was greeted with warm smiles. It was refreshing to not feel like a celebrity, not to have to deal with all the pains of being recognized.
This tour had ramped up the paparazzi, the shots taken whenever by not only them but her fans too. She could see the change in her fan base; she already had it with Fine Line, but she also knew for a fact that things were different. She hated taking someone where she went, hated that she already had to cover herself up more and more, but she was still grateful.
Thankfully, it even gave her all of this, the ability to fly with more discretion, the ability to be who she wanted in all ways. Though she did sometimes regret it she lived this life, taking it all in, the ease of getting out.
She didn’t live far, she was pretty close to home as she had decided the city life wasn’t for her, though her team heavily disagreed, even trying to make her move by having her do pap walks in London so much, but she didn’t give in. Hazel wanted peace, she liked the simplicity of where she lived, and how even though people knew her name, they didn’t treat her as such.
The cafe, reminding her of this, had her thoughts lost. Lost in the way she felt, she couldn’t pin it. She was grateful that at least whatever was going to happen would be here. The scents were tame; she wasn’t sure if they had any rules in place, but she knew she loved the way it reminded her of home. The way this small, little place felt like a piece of her.
The device was still in her hands, the heavy weight reminding her as she stood waiting. It hadn’t been going off much, at least at the moment.
Hazel’s eyes scanned the screen, scrolling on her burner as she made her way through the comments on Twitter; it was her guilty pleasure. Though she did hate how Elon was running things and how stan Twitter wasn’t the same she found herself smiling at the fans. She saw them all. The comments attempting to guess her outfits, what colors she would wear. The theories were cute, adorable and it was things like that, keeping her going.
“Order for Hazel” she turned her head sharply, looking at the barista, her shades covering her eyes but surely not her mouth, which was dropped. She didn’t know what to do, her managers told her to keep it discreet when she went out, and she surely had not ordered a drink under her name.
It confused her, and while she felt safe at the cafe, she knew this was not going to end well if someone here knew her name. The paranoia crept in her stomach, becoming tighter, her hands shaking a bit, she held onto her rings, spinning them a bit as she looked around, she was trying to be discreet, but her body felt like ice, cold and frozen.
She sat there shocked till she got a whiff of a spicy smell, the strong scent making her mouth water as a smaller man walked beside her, gently saying “Excuse me, love” as he grabbed the coffee. She wanted to speak, tell him that it was probably hers, tell him how rude it is to take someone’s drink- though she wasn’t sure it was hers.
She wasn’t even sure why she wanted to tell him off in the first place. His scent, what she now thought to be cinnamon, was making her head spin. Thoughts unorganized.
He had signaled to her to follow him, though her mind was usually hesitant, more aware she felt her body moving to him, his hands having her pliant. She sat at the table, the chair making her mind wake up just a bit at the intrusion to her reality.
He made his way back over to her as she had finally sat down at a table. Her mind had all different types of scenarios in her head, ranging from how this man might be a stalker to how cute this alpha was in front of her. His hair was a little wild, but tamed his scent matched his golden skin, along with that sweet cinnamon, it was one of her favorite scents. Most alphas she’d met weren’t like this. So sweet and gentle as he brought the coffee to the table, placing it down, still standing, awaiting her permission to sit down.
“Hazel Styles, right” he held out his hand, clearly trying to be polite but she wasn’t having it, though she did want him to have her in ways she shouldn’t say out loud. He was attractive, she’d give him that and much more if her body could help it. The scent had her thoughts pouring in at lightning speed, her omega purring, wanting more.
more.
more.
more.
more.
mor-
“And who would you be” her tone was a bit harsh, abrasive for the setting, but it was instinct. Even when she had the whole world able to see if something went wrong or something happened, she didn’t know him. Her omega fighting her natural pop girl instincts to be wary, it was exhausting, and she didn’t even know his name or why she had this effect on her.
“For the treat people with kindness, pop princess, you're a little bitter,” he scoffed, but laughed a little. She could tell he was having a bit of joy as he teased her, but she was having none of it, she wanted to know what he wanted cause she knew what she wanted. For him to leave her alone.
She told herself this, trying not to give in to a man, an alpha man at that, just because he smelled like the perfect wood that she loves to burn on a candle.
“What do you want? I don't have time for this. I'm supposed to be meeting someone,” she rolled her eyes, moving her curls out of her face, her short but painted nails catching the pap's attention.
“Well, princess, that someone is me. Louis Tomlinson” his tattooed hands were sticking out like a sore thumb and hazel eyes ran right across them. her eyes stuck on the symbols on his fingers, his perfectly lean they were, and how much better they look-
He cleared his throat, a blush coating- more like painting her face, her neck was red too, though she’s sure he didn't notice, but his eyes lingered on her for a bit longer. He scrunched his nose as she looked down at her feet, the embarrassment and impolite attitude she had disappeared.
“I- I’m sorry. I’m Hazel Styles, yes, but you can call me Hazel,” she was trying to be polite and not rude. She stumbled on her words, making the awkwardness more intense at least in her eyes.
“Okay love whatever works, just know I'm not here to be rude or invasive. I don’t want to make this harder for you as it is” he was sweet; most alphas she’d met lately were so rude, but he was clearly different, but it had her more on defense.
“Or what? Because you think that I need your help and advice as a big strong alpha yea, no” she shook her head, prepared to leave, but he stopped her from speaking, quicker reaching across the table, his fingers almost touching her scent gland.
“Hazel” he sighed, “I- i need your help actually, it’s why I reached out to your management. You don’t have to say yes trust me love, if you say no it’s okay” the alpha was wrapped around her finger already, his body shrinking little as he looked at her stuttering over his words but his scent was thicker, almost like- no she couldn’t think like that they’d just met.
She grabbed the coffee, smelling it out, strong it was, but not enough to overpower the cinnamon he had all over him, but God, it made it better as he signaled with her hands to explain. His scent was a perfect mix with coffee, she licked her lips, waiting for him to explain.
“So I own my own company Tomlinson Tells and we try our best to report on all things celebrities but in a respectful way… I’ve- I’ve seen the way it hurts people when they are famous and they don’t have a say… so I’m- I know this is a lot to ask and you’re so much bigger than us, I'm sure it’d be a lot to work with a small company but-“
“Spit it out, please, you’re making me a little nervous,” she giggled, watching as he struggled to explain, but she could tell he meant it, his face hardening and softening, he spoke. It made her sad, but he was right that she knew how this worked; it always comes with a cost.
“My company is starting to fall apart, we had to um… file for bankruptcy, and I’d love to make a deal with you for your upcoming tour” his words were rushed, yet she understood each one as she looked at him. His pink lips curved into a somewhat genuine smile.
“What kind of deal? You know I can't just give you everything right, and I'm worth a lot of money, more than you have probably seen, so if we’re gonna do this, it’s on my terms” her voice was stern, she could see the way he adjusted his body, his eyes trailing over her body. Hazel loved knowing she had the upper hand in this deal. She loved an alpha she could have wrapped around her finger a little, testing the bounds.
“Whatever you want, I just- I really need this to work. We can do exclusive interviews, behind the scenes, whatever you want to show, think of it like this, I’m your cameraman and you are the director” his words sunk in her head like the idea. An alpha that she gets to direct, having control for once? Sign her up. She let it swim in her mind before speaking again, looking him in the eyes as she said it.
“I like the sound of that,” she smirked, taking in the alpha as he squirmed in his seat. She had an idea of what to ask for, though she knew it also might be easier to show rather than tell.
“Of course you would,” he smirked his eyebrow raising, his eyes flickering to her lips. She could feel the slight slick coming, but she crossed her legs, trying to be more discreet, but she’s sure he knew. She’d been told by many how alluring her scent is, how thick it was in the air.
“You’re cheeky, I like that. but now it’s my turn, I want something from you in return” she took the chance, hoping she was reading it right as she touched his arm lightly, biting her lip as she leaned across the table, lips fanning against his ear. She grabbed the napkins beside him before she spoke. He sat there flabbergasted, the cinnamon becoming stronger with a hint of ashes to it, made her sigh, close her eyes as she wrote on the napkin quickly as Louis was taking deep breaths with his eye closer.
“I think you can take a guess at what I want” she got up, walking to the bathroom, making sure to leave the napkin she wrote on making, her way to the bathroom.
She waited for not even 2 minutes in the one stall family bathroom before she heard a knock and his intoxicating smell was so strong, thick, and heavy from outside the door.
Her pleated skirt was doing nothing as she felt the slick coming faster and faster, her legs were shaking a little, she didn’t want to hear from her management how she fucked up, she knew this was risky but she couldn’t help it, she felt this deep sense of allure, something her omega couldn’t quite place but she needed her hands on him now.
Louis opened the door a little, his blue eyes peeking in, but Hazel was quicker. Grabbing him by the hands, pushing him up against the wall, as she pressed her body against his clearly aroused self. She grinded against him, hearing his pants as his hands tried to figure out where to place them. The alpha was clearly frantic, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his rugged grunts and panted breaths making her smile. She started to kiss against his neck, taking more control over him as he clearly was enamoured with her.
Hazel’s hair was getting in the way, the curls making her frustrated as she kept her nails digging into Louis’ waist a bit- his waist was made for her by her hands, he was so strong though. While he let her do that, his hands were gripping her waist and her skirt, bunching up the fabric as his hands slipped beneath the waistband.
His hands were warmer than most, but it sent a shiver down her spine, the distinction making a warm heat thrum inside her. It felt so good, her scent was definitely thicker as he was more alert, and while she kissed his neck, he brought his hands up.
A whine escaped the omega's lips before he cupped her face, looking at her lips. Louis' breath fanned her face, and he smelled good, strong, and dizzying.
“Lock the door babe, don’t want us to get caught now mm” he hummed a little at the end, her knees weak as he took a little more control, smacking her ass a little as he pushed her towards the door, a playful giggle left her lips.
This is going to be fun, she thought.
She came back over, making sure to emphasize the movement of her hips as she made sure to give him a show. There wasn’t much space, and there wasn’t much time, but it took her what felt like forever in Louis’ eyes.
The omega was stunning, looking at her properly now, his eyes moved from her gorgeous, long legs with a small peak of a tiger tattoo, he couldn’t wait to have his lips there. He was watching as she came closer, biting her lips till they were nearly red and raw. He grabbed her hand, pulling it away as he brought her closer this time.
“What do you want, baby” the pet name rolled off his lips with ease as she was now within his warm palms. He was stunned by seeing her up close, her hair sitting perfectly, and her sparkly eyeshadow, it was all too much in a way, and her sweet strawberry scent, god, it was overwhelming his nose, but lord, did he want more.
His hands were warmer than ever, keeping her from shivering, but as he leaned in closer, his mouth opening a little as he took her top lip in his, pulling it a little before letting go, Hazel couldn’t help the butterfly in her stomach. How her slick was practically drenching her panties and the pantyhose she was wearing underneath.
It was intoxicating the way he had come back in a second time to get her lip again, nibbling but taking a lick, a small kitten lick, but that’s all it took before she opened up her mouth, placing her lips on his.
It was slower in her mind, but the way his hands had instantly gripped her tighter, a moan escaped her lips as the alpha soon moved away from her to drool between the two, falling onto her exposed collarbones. It was easy, easy to see how this was going to work out but she didn’t care, she just wanted the alphas cock in her mouth.
Louis seemed to be on the same wavelength, as he once again spoke, making sure to be clear and firm. His hands went back to her skirt, dipping below the hem, making sure she knew she was his, at least in this moment. He kept it there, a little panic in the girls' eyes, cause she knew he couldn’t go further, not now.
“Can see the way you’re gagging for my cock, all that slick, so sweet is all for me” his hand met her thighs caressing them were he could feel the wetness on his fingertips bringing it back to his mouth hands wrapping around the digits a soft grunt and moan leaving his lips.
“So sweet, babe, could do this all day, but I know what you want” he helped guide her down, his hands on her hips at first as she got down onto her knees, the tile floor causing a little bit of pain in her legs, but maybe she liked it.
As she moved further down, she looked him in the eyes, his blue eyes burning into her green, it made her scent thicker and sweeter. Louis could smell it on her, and it made him get harder by the second.
He watched carefully as she rested her hands on his waistband, the shorts easily elastic, and she knew they would fly now perfectly. She let her hands linger there, the heat between them known.
“Can I?” he looked down at her.
“So polite pop star, go ahead,” she tapped his hips as she slid down the material of both his boxers and shorts in one go, his toned thighs like honey in a way, but the hairiness made her groan.
He was so gorgeous and as his cock was finally revealed in front of her face her eyes wandered and god was she not disappointed. Normally, she hated it, hated the way it looked specifically, most of the time, but this, this was pretty. The pink tip was flushed the rest of his cock matched with the rest of his hair, length perfect she knew it’d fit perfectly in her mouth, her mouth watered. She figured it’d be big, most alphas were, and it intimidated her, but she could feel his arousal could smell how the cinnamon and honey were smelling more and more like her favorite candle, the one she’d light on the tour bus each night.
She stared at it a bit longer, her hands innocently going to touch it, wrapping her hands around it, her nail polish stood out like a sore thumb. The pink hearts on her nails and the jewels made a perfect look as he began stroking, gently moving with not much pace, just enough to get him worked up (and her too if she was honest).
“You gonna get to work princess, or am I gonna need to find another pop star who’s willing to do the job?” she rolled her eyes. She knew he was playing, but sue her if she gave a little attitude.
“You won’t be letting anyone else near your cock, this is mine, got it” she didn’t let him respond pissed off a little at the thought of another omega giving him head and getting to hear the way he sounds when he tugs on their hair how he bucks his hips chasing release, she was doing it all for the first time with him, but she knew this was going to last, she had at least 3 months or so with him.
Her mouth was filthy, taking him in like champ, like she’d done this hundreds of times before, wrapped around the tip, giving in enough pressure to have the alpha roll his eyes. His hands were going to grip the back of her head, trying not to hurt her, Hazel could tell, so she gave it more.
Her lips opened more, cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper. Once he hit the back of her throat, he let out a loud groan, his hips bucking, but no noise except a moan left her throat. Louis was clearly surprised as he looked down at her before testing it again. He thrusted slower but still hit the back of her throat, she didn’t gag again. Her eyes watered a little at the fullness of it, but that didn't bother her; she might have liked it.
“You’re so perfect, baby” he said before she tapped his thigh, begging him to get on with it. His scent was sweeter, and it made her head spin. The slick that was dripping on her thighs wasn’t stopping anytime soon. She let him go on, his thighs snapping her hands soon going to grip his hips but also as she popped off she used it to grip his cock.
She let the pre-come smear against her lips, tasting the somewhat salty substance on her tongue, but it was sweet in a way, tasted just right on her lips as she took it all in each time, as she could see him getting closer and closer to orgasm.
He was close, but Hazel could feel it in her stomach the urge to reach down and also get herself off, but she knew better, well, she thought she did, till she heard him speak, taking her out of rhythm.
“Gonna cum soon” he panted his body shivering in a way as she pulled him out of her mouth now using her hands. She was using the precome to her advantage, how it spilled out with ease, and how it made her hand glide up and down in a smooth motion.
Once he was close, she could tell, could feel it as the alpha's hands went to her hair, gripping it tight though her mouth wasn’t on him but open. Louis came, seeing stars in his eyes, a white cast over his eyes in a way as he painted her face. Hazel enjoyed it, in fact, when he was done and started to get a wet towel to clean her up, she stopped him.
“Pop princess but she lets paps cum on her face noted” his cheeky replied should have made the omega blush but all it did was push her further. She stood up, going to the mirror to see the mess made, and she cleaned it up, scooping it up with her fingertips as she dipped her fingers in her mouth, making a show to swirl around the digits in her mouth.
Louis was mesmerized, her pretty pink lips looking sinful as she looked him dead in the eyes. His eyes looked at her, watching not only her lips and eyes but her hands, how even in her mouth they looked delicate, how her veins popped, but in a way that made him think about how nice they would feel against his back.
Louis looked at her nails, the flower design mixed with hearts taking him by surprise; he wasn’t sure why. He wondered how the gem in the middle of the flower shone differently depending on how she moved it. Louis’ eyes go darker, thinking about how good they’d look leaving imprints, the crescent moon shape she’d leave on him as he-
“Louis, babe, eyes up here,” she reminded him, giving him a wink, as the alpha beneath her blushed profusely. The two stayed in silence as he finally looked at her face again seeing some of his cum still on her.
He walked past her, gently grabbing her waist as he moved her to the side. Her sweet vanilla scent became a bit sweeter as he came back with a wet paper towel; with his help, they got as much of it out of her hair as he could.
“Sorry if I ruined your makeup” Hazel looked at her face in the mirror pausing to check it, she knew how she looked, flushed in a way probably more fucked out. She could see the redness on her cheeks, the makeup that was more covered in some spots rather than others, and how her mascara was definitely a little smudged from when she wiped it.
“Well she’s not a real woman if she’s not willing to fuck up her makeup” she winked giggling as Louis cleared his throat not sure whether to laugh or agree. He was awkward for a second, usually he wasn’t like this, but it was all setting in for him now.
He had fucked Hazel Styles, well technicaly speaking she got him off in the bathroom, of a cafe, that was in a public space where someone could have walked by and knew what the two were up to. Louis knew he was thinking too hard as he felt Hazel hit his arm, checking him back into reality.
“You know you can relax, I’m not gonna say anything,” she rolled her eyes. She was right, they made a deal, but all alphas said that, always making promises.
“Well, how do I know I can trust you?” he shrugged his shoulders, looking at her, her response quick, as she looked at him. He didn't have to trust her, but she knew he did; he wouldn't have done this if he didn't.
“You just have to trust me,” she waited, watching the way he gulped as she stepped closer, forcing his back against the wall.
“Daddy” she whispered in his ear, taking the lobe of his ear in her mouth as she heard his breath hitch. She knew, knew how to get under his skin; she knew it the second she saw those slight grey hairs peaking out from his hair.
Meanwhile, Louis was breathless, he could feel himself getting hard in his jeans at the same time she pulled away, making sure to kiss his cheek. As Hazel’s green eyes looked at his, the sparkle in them brighter than ever, even in the quite dim bathroom, he knew he was in for trouble. Her hips sway in the dress, but it does nothing to hide the gorgeous body she had that he was trying not to drool over.
She’s going to be the death of me.
On the other side of the doo, Hazel moved as fast as she could to the back of the cafe where she knew her friend would be to pick her up. Taylor had been waiting on him, told him that they wouldn’t have much time after she finished her meeting before someone was, of course, tipped off.
The blonde girl wasn’t wrong, she was perfectly right as she could feel the eyes on her as she left the bathroom, real or not. She knew how to spot a camera, and she could hear how the voices of the cafe got louder at each and every moment that she stepped closer to the back doors.
Right as she went to step out the back, she heard her phone chime. Looking at it she saw a text pop up. Taylor was telling her how to get out but the last few words stuck out. “I think I saw some paps” Hazel rushed, making sure to wipe her mouth, pulling out lip gloss clumsily as she made her way out of the door.
Once she made her way out she saw a slight flash of lights, her heart skyrocketing, she knew this was going to come, but it didn’t stop the anxiety each time. Taylor was waiting, her blonde hair up in a ponytail, her bangs lying perfectly as usual. Hazel got in the car, slamming it shut as she reached into the backseat to get a hoodie, quickly throwing it over and tugging the green strings.
“So I take it things went well” Taylor was clearly wearing scent blockers, but that didn’t stop the girl’s scent from being strong in the car, especially the hoodie
“They did- wait” Hazel paused, looking at Taylor, her red lips in a smirk as she kept driving. Hazel could tell Taylor was being snarky as she turned her head to face Hazel.
“You’re easy to read, babe, and you smell like an alpha,” she laughed, Hazel blushing in embarrassment as she whined, pouting as she faced the window. Taylor had pulled them away from where the paparazzi were, and now they were on the road. Taylor was playing the radio as new songs came on and off. Tate, one of his other friends, had come on the radio just after Taylor's latest single from 1989 had just played. Hazel loved to sing her song loudly to remind Taylor and tease her cause the girls both knew who they were really about, even if Taylor couldn’t actually say.
“Now, a little throwback to an older band, The Anthropology, rumor has it they-” Hazel whined as Taylor skipped the radio station, turning it to a different one, a new beat coming in. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but Hazel missed hearing the news lately, missed gossiping with his friends, and also just having something else to focus on rather than what had been on the headlines.
She knew it’d make its way, but nothing prepares you for when a headline shows up about a relationship you were “in" that wasn’t even true. She knew it was going to happen either way but seeing the speculation about why this- another alpha left her was getting to her, she knew her management meant well but it didn’t do much for her only added to the misery because she was already hiding a secret, but having to then play pretend, god it drove her up the wall.
She was in her head thinking about it, not complaining as Taylor rambled about another topic. Hazel's mind was elsewhere, thinking about the guy who she just had in her mouth and how gentle he was. Most alphas she went for were rough, and at that, usually got upset after they realized she was just going to give head.
It's not that she didn’t want to but with her identity being a secret, she knew if any person found out things were bound to get messy, and as her management reminded her. “You’re not just Hazel Styles, Hazel Styles is a brand”. The thought of how they said this reminded her of how it was and excused how small she felt that day.
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She was going up the elevators, she knew something was off from the way her mom had texted her that morning, and her newfound manager. After winning the X Factor, she was told that they’d reach back out to her in a couple of days. Told her to lay low as they did some other stuff she didn’t know of. Her phone had buzzed a lot that morning, text messages from her friends back home, and from her.
But she knew she couldn’t answer, not now. Not when she had specifically done everything to keep it together, she was not going to break. She was strong, her mother reminded her of that throughout the whole show, but I didn’t make it easier as the three of them walked to the room. It had been a week.
A week of trying to keep low and trying not to get into anything, which was easier said than done. Instead, she had watched old videos of her favorite bands and her favorite upcoming artist. TikTok had recently come about, and to say she loved it was an understatement.
Hazel had first posted videos on there, had a couple blow up, and after constantly being told she should try for the X-Factor, just to see if she did. And now here she was. Walking with her heart pounding, worried that she was in trouble or that they didn’t want her anymore. She didn’t get first or second either she actually got third, but Simon said she had potential, and she heard that he’s done other famous musicians before, so she took a deep breath.
As they got closer and closer to the bathroom, she could feel her hands shaking, her breathing was slightly erratic, but she kept telling herself it would be okay. Her manager had told her it should be nothing to worry about things happened, plus it gave them more time to formulate what she wanted in the contract, if she got one that was.
It took her a couple of more minutes of singing her favorite songs, rubbing her hands back and forth, and even playing with the rings she had on. Her moon-spinning ring was her favorite; she barely wore it throughout the show, worried by the fact that she was already an omega in an alpha-dominated industry.
Her scent was definitely different, probably not the same as before, because when her mother came into the bathroom, Anne looked at her daughter, she pulled her close, asking if she could scent her to help calm her down. She nuzzled her head into her daughter's neck, releasing the calming pheromones. Hazel sighed, her mid-length hair now getting in the way as her mom moved back.
“Sorry, Mom, I’m just stressed” her mother grabbed her hands, running over them gently as she gave her some more soothing words. It gave Hazel peace to know her mom was forever her number-one supporter; it was only the two of them, and she was always there. Always.
The two walked out of the bathroom, passing more rooms in the boring building, the colors of the walls were blending together. The only thing keeping her sane was the bright sun that was shining through the glass doors. She may have been a winter baby, but she loved summer, loved it so much. As she walked through the doors, she felt the chilly breeze hit, along with the miserable, strong scent of alphas. She wanted to roll her eyes, in her opinion, they smelled bad, but who was she to judge?
She sat down in the chair, her feet pressed against the floor because no matter how much she moved the chair up the chair was barely moving.
“Comfortable yet Ms.Styles” a voice interrupted them, and as she looked up she met eyes with him again. Simon, the man who told her, even after she won, that he’d be willing to give her a chance. Though she knew better, he needed her. While she did win third, she had cultivated a strong fan base, mostly young omegas but people who were also just willing to push for more omegas in the music industry, she knew which is why she wasn’t going to let him play games she knew what she wanted, she just needed to get it.
“I’m comfy, thanks, now let's get to business” she straightened her body, the dress a little uncomfortable, but she knew it was better this way.
“Well, to put it simply, Hazel, we’d love to sign you” Simon's words sank in, as she let out a sigh of relief, probably quite loud, but she didn’t care. But her mom was tapping her arm, she turned back to Simon, watching as he pulled out a paper.
He tossed it on the table, the paper coming into view as they looked over the words and pictures. It was her worst nightmare. The pictures of her before, the Instagram captions, and the photos she was still tagged in. They were old, it was obvious by the blurry pictures and the Vintage Instagram filters that they were from a while ago. She could see some of the dates ranging from 2013 to 2018. She knew it was bound to come out, just not like this.
“We can’t have this,” he explained, gesturing at the papers while the other alphas in the room agreed, though someone was sticking out.
“I- I- I’m sorry I should have told you guys but-” she stumbled over her words, her mother silent as her manager was going through the papers. The girl next to them was clearly stressed
“No need to apologize, but if you want to do this and become a pop star, we can’t have this come out. So, if you want this, we have three terms and conditions,” he sat down across the table from her. Hazel’s manager was no help, still trying to figure out what to suggest, as this was not in the plan.
“I don’t want to hide it” she whispered the last part, her voice getting smaller as she spoke. She should have known they weren’t as progressive as they seemed, but she wasn’t the ideal easy person. She was a trans omega, she felt horrible thinking about it, having to lie, she didn’t want to hide it.
“Well, you have to. Listen, kid, you got third on the show, not first or second, third, and no other judges wanted to sign you. I was the only one who had faith in you. Believe me, we don’t want to hide it, but you can’t possibly think that the world would be okay with a bisexual trans girl, and you’re an omega. You’re not just Hazel Styles, it's a brand, an image,” he finished, leaning back in his chair and shrugging his shoulders.
She looked at him, trying to see if he was serious. The other judges had been so nice, Demi even being nice enough to give her advice during the competition, surely she would have signed her too… though she didn’t say anything about it after.
Her mind was racing on one end, this was all she wanted; she just wanted to sing and make music. Show young omegas that it’s okay. That they could do it. But on the other hand, she did want to come out, not then as she was only 16 and recently had her name changed, but she knew she wanted it.
Hazel weighed the options in her mind. She didn’t want to hide. She thought that type of stuff was over, didn’t think there was any need. But she knew he was right in a way. Plus, she knew it might not be too long of a contract… she could get out. And if she was lucky, some of the money could help her transition….
“I will. But on my terms too” which is how she found herself ignoring her mother's words. The words that stuck with her forever. Her mom supported her in all ways, but if there was one thing, it was that she never wanted to watch her baby be closeted again. She was closeted all through high school, that summer they moved away, changing her name, getting her on hormones, and wiping most of her past. Though it was clearly not done well enough.
Hazel’s manager made her take a moment, though. She took a deep breath, thinking it over before doing it. Her pen hit the paper, but her manager made Simon and them step out. Made Hazel look her in the eye as she read over each part. Making sure she understood how many albums she had to make, explained what “stunts” were, and made sure she had all her terms on there.
They had agreed. To help her transition a bit smoother, and to get her the surgeries. They came up with a plan for how they would make sure to cover it up, to get her schools and classmates to sign NDA’s if possible. They had given her what she wanted, but she hoped she could hold up her end.
“You’re always my baby, please remember that before you let them create a whole new person. My baby, my Haz,” her mother spoke, letting the crew back in as she signed it away.
She cried that night both of joy and sadness. She got what she wanted.
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“Hellooooooo” Taylor snapped her fingers in front of the girl's face. Her bright green eyes made contact with Taylor as she realized where they were.
“Now I'm gonna let you go, only cause I’m nice and you clearly were day dreaming,” she winked at her. Hazel sighed, nodding her head, knowing Taylor would be bound to text her. Hazel moved her hair out of her face a little, the hoodie still on her as she approached the door.
As she opened the door, Taylor shouted a “bye” she knew she was going to be fine. She told herself she would be fine. She could hide it, she’d done it before, though those times she only made out with strangers, this time she was making a deal with something more, for something more.
More than she usually got. She prayed her management wouldn’t be mad, but she knew it didn’t matter. She made her way into the house, headed upstairs, as she went to her music room. She knew she should shower, should probably relax for the night, but the tingle of his touch lingered on her body, and her mind was racing with ideas.
For the next three hours, she sat in the room going back and forth between her notebook, lyrics, songs she wrote before, her computer, and samples. She worked on the song, the lyrics flowing easily out of her. It was a good song, she could feel it in her bones as she sang it in the recording studio she had made when she first moved, she knew it as she redid the lyrics, and the final product came to be. As she finally finished, her stomach rumbled loudly, making her finally go downstairs looking at the time as she made food.
She finally finished the food, eating it up easily and quickly as she then washed the dishes. Picking up some blankets and hoodies as she brought them to her nest in her house. She was going to miss this.
The sweet smells she had gathered from her time back here, though it had only been a few days. She wasn't die-hard for this house all the time as she was barely here lately. But, she knew better than to not have a more settled place. As much as she loved her friends in LA, she knew better, plus since she wasn’t able to nest much on tour, though they did make room, she knew she had to have a space. So closer to London it was.
She finally made her way upstairs. Getting showered and setting up her nest. She may or may not have taken a little handkerchief of the alphas. She folded it, placing it on her nightstand. Hazel then started to send some snaps, making sure to send them to her manager before she posted them.
She snapped a couple more of her friends before she got an idea. She lifts up her shirt a bit, angling her phone, thinking about it for a second.
She sent the picture. Hazel knew, knew it was a risky introduction as she sent a picture of her not nude, but just enough of he lace showing from her riding-up shirt that he could see both her lace panties and bralette.
He was quick to open the message, replying to her in a quick second later. She knew she had him she just would have to find a way to explain to her team that he would do this and they may fuck once or twice. But that was a problem for later, for now she was focused on him.
Hazel
Guess who?
Louis
Hmm lemme guess, princess
Hazel
Mmm close
Louis
Oh really?
Mm maybe it's the pop princess I met earlier in this cafe
Hazel
Maybe but is this the handsome alpha I met earlier…
Louis
Princess, best believe it’s me
She smiled at her phone as a selfie came in. He was in bed, his facial structure standing out even more, along with his blue eyes. His hair was wild, looking like a wet dream. She felt the slick leak from her as quickly as she looked over the picture, taking him in. Hazel licked her lips before replying.
Hazel
Not bad for an old alpha
Thinking about today :)
Louis
Not bad you didn’t even need my help, sweetheart, don’t lie
Hazel
Well, maybe I want your help next time
Louis
Oh, and what would that include
Hazel
You’ll find out, but first, the interview before my next leg of the tour
Louis
Yes baby
Hazel
Quit the pet names, Louis
Louis
But you loved them, didn’t you, doll
Seen by Hazel…
Louis
I knew it, give me a couple of days and I’ll set up the studio
Hazel
Fine.
Louis
See you princess
Seen by Hazel…
The girl rolled her eyes, making sure to let him know with a little finger emoji as he sent back a laughing emoji. If she fell asleep with the handkerchief in her hand, nobody had to know.