18 - h.s

thirty two

Sophia Elliot

I slumped down on my bed and sighed while throwing myself back and laying on my bed with my arms out to the side of me. I shut my eyes and my mind went back over what Josh said to me, 'Stay away from him. He's not good for you.' 

You think I don't fucking know that?

Of course I do.

I started to think about the car ride over to my house this morning and I couldn't fight a smile, I really was dreading this whole fake dating thing but theres been a bit of a plot twist here, I actually don't mind spending time with him, this whole situation isn't that bad after all. 

I pulled my phone out from my jacket pocket and sat back up on my bed, holding it my hand. I chewed the inside of my lip and hovered my finger over Harry's name, pondering on whether I should text him or not. 

I don't want to come off as clingy.

But he's meant to be my 'boyfriend'.

Hang on, it's not real.

Exactly, it's not real anyway.

This was all an act to him, even if it was becoming less of an act on my part. To him, this is and always will be an act, that's all he's doing. 

He's acting.

Before I could even debate with myself anymore my phone pinged in my hand, which made me jump a little, throwing my phone up slightly from my grip before clutching it tightly and sighing.

I held my phone face down, knowing it was probably Harry but for some odd reason, I was nervous to even look at the text, never mind reply to it. I took a deep breath and flipped my phone over, knowing I was making a bigger deal out of it than I should be.

Harry:

Hey Soph, are you okay? 

I scanned my eyes over my phone screen, as I read the message I could feel a small arise onto my face. I don't know why my stomach fluttered at the use of my name, it was my fucking name for God's sake, but it felt different coming from Harry and I wasn't sure why.

I chewed on my lip to suppress my smile and quickly typed a message back, trying my absolute best to ignore my heart beating faster in my chest.

Me:

Yeah, I'm fine. 

Why would I not be? 

Are you okay?

I sent all three messages right after each other and bounced my leg up and down in anticipation, knowing that there's obviously a reason, I just really don't want to think about Jon or anything from that room last night. 

I got a response back pretty much straight away and I raised my eyebrows at the quick reply, it wasn't really something I expected from him. I really thought he'd be a more 'I'm gonna keep her waiting' kind of guy. But hey, this guy is full of surprises I guess.

Harry:

I'm fine.

I just thought after, you know. I'm just worried about you that's all, I don't mean to pry or anything, that's the opposite of what I'm aiming to do here, I swear.

 Please tell me if I'm ever crossing a line.

I pulled a surprised expression at his words. He didn't care about that a few weeks ago when he was cornering me in corridors every two seconds and invading my personal space over and over again. People can change I suppose.