Her Little Cupcake

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3 months later...
Sofia's P.O.V.
I finally settled into a friends flat. Her name is Phoebe and she has blonde, curly hair with brown eyes. It gives her a warm appearance. I met her when I was at a cafe after moving here temporarily. I told her about my boyfriend breaking up with me, however I didn't tell her about Harry Styles being my boyfriend.

I don't know if Harry's been getting the letters, but I send a package of letters every month about how I feel about him. He probably doesn't even read them. He probably just tossed them in the trash can and never gave them a second glance.

I've been thinking lately. I was thinking that I would have a surprise visit for my friends. Me, Rachelle, Faith, and Lacey have been keeping in contact every day. The time difference is big, but we learned to call each other at the right times somehow.

"Phoebe!" I call to tell her about my plan about visiting my friends.

"Yes, me darlin'?" Phoebe replies, popping her head from the couch.

"I need your help!" I tell her, shaking her shoulder. " I want to visit my friends back home, but not my boyfriend."

"Well then what are you waiting for! Go see your friends!" She exclaims, pushing me into my room with a suitcase. "I'm going to buy you a ticket to Ireland!"

I begin to grab a week's worth of clothes for myself. I am going to stay there for about a week then come back to hang with Phoebe and maybe get a boyfriend. I still haven't moved on from Harry and it's annoying me because I can't.
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"Now boarding flight 36A to Ireland." The speaker announces as I wait patiently to board the flight.

      After the speaker announces that I can board my flight, Phoebe squeals and hugs me.

      "See you in... a week!" She tells me and hugs me once more before kissing my cheek. I grin at how close we've come in a couple months and continue towards the lady that scans our tickets.

The woman scans my ticket and let's me through this tunnel thing that leads to the plane. I sat down next to this old lady. Something tells me that this will be a long flight. I mean, an old lady knitting. This will be interesting.

Harry's P.O.V.
I don't if Sofia knows, but I've been getting her letters that she sends me every month. Now it makes me feel even worse now because she tells me how she truly feels everyday. Some of the letters even have tear stains on them. I wonder if she wants me to tell the boys about her sending me these letters.

I assume that she wouldn't want me to because it's her showing me her feelings and I don't think that she wants the boys to know that she feels this strongly of me.

Because Sofia did this, I returned the favor and wrote her the same amount of letters that she wrote me. The next package of letters should come tomorrow, so I hope that I will someday suck it up and be able to send her a letter or two.

I come to Sofia's apartment every day to let my tears fall. I do it just so the boys don't see me crying. I do it because I'm not over Sofia. I do it get my hopes up of Sofia returning someday.

Right now, I'm sitting on her bed, inhaling her scent. That sweet smell she smelled like every time that I passed by. She plump little bum that would jiggle every time she would jump up and down as she laughed. Her teeth biting her lip when she was nervous. I payed attention to every little thing about her.

I think I'll help myself to something in her fridge to hold off my sadness.

Sofia's P.O.V.
This ride took FOREVER. The old lady ended up falling asleep on my shoulder and drooling along with snoring on me. I didn't mean to be rude to her, but I kinda just got up when the flight attendant announced that we could leave. The funny thing was that she didn't even wake up.