Stuck In A Traffic Jam With Harry Styles

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I woke up with a banging headache. I felt awful. At first I had been really confused, especially when I noticed that Niall and Liam were still sleeping rather closely next to me. But then it had all come back. From telling Harry the truth to his reaction, to the webcam and pretending to be asleep when the rest of my family got in. And I knew I was in trouble, not just with my family but the bands management, the fans and of course Harry. I didn’t even want to know if Zayn or Louis hated me too, having two more people hate me wouldn’t be too good.

I knew I would have to face the music sooner or later so carefully I got out of bed, trying not to wake the two peaceful sleeping figures in the process. I grabbed my dressing gown, not daring to look in the mirror because I probably looked like the walking dead. I knew that by now my parents would be up, I couldn’t be sure about my brother though. Thank goodness it was the weekend so I didn’t have to deal with work.

My dad was nowhere to be seen when I reached the kitchen but my mum was busy washing dishes with her back turned to me, however with her unnatural senses she was the first one to speak. “Care to tell me what’s going on?” I knew she wasn’t angry at the minute, but as soon as I explained that was bound to change, I knew how she was.

Turning around she faced me leaning with her back against the sink, I looked down feeling guilty before starting to explain. “I – uh – I just got myself in a really deep hole and I tried to dig myself out of it but I only made it worse” I hoped she would be satisfied and wouldn’t want me to go into any specific details. “I have three questions for you, the first why are the boys in your bed when I said they could stay in the guest room? The second, why are you getting hate mail from teenage girls through every mean of communication? And thirdly, why is One Directions management and the rest of the band of their way to our house to see you?” A number of thoughts went through my head at that moment, the first being a long line of curse words that I won’t repeat. Then a load of food names in replacement to those curse words, such as fudge, sugar, turnip and onion. You get the picture.

“When are they coming?” I asked, I needed time to prepare myself, hopefully I had a good few hours to do so. “Well they called at nine, it’s now half eleven, so about half an hour, forty-five minutes” my eyes widened and I ran out of the kitchen back up to my room. Karma was really throwing it back at my face.

“Niall, Liam get up” I poked them in the arm but neither of them moved, I then took it as my opportunity to get up onto the bed and jump up and down. After a few minutes of groaning they both finally sat up, not impressed by the sudden wake up call. “What’s going on?” Liam yawned as Niall pushed his flat hair up. “My mum said that your management and Louis, Zayn and Harry are coming here, and in the next hour” I started panicking, what if they made me lose my job? I couldn’t afford to lose it, I loved it too much. “Shoot” Niall muttered, he stood up looking for his top which was somewhere on my floor. “Alright don’t panic, they probably just want to do press control. They can’t do anything to you Sophie so calm down” Liam reassured and I nodded taking a deep breath, I had never been in trouble like this before so I had no idea what to do, or even how to react for that matter.

“Okay, you two can have a shower if you want, it’s in the bathroom across the hall. I’ll have one in my parents’ ensuite” I grabbed a bunch of clothes, a hairbrush and make-up products before making my way to the bathroom, my head still hurt slightly but as long as no-one shouted I was pretty sure I’d be okay.

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Twenty minutes later I felt dressed and refreshed, although now I had more time to think about it (or over-think it for that matter) I was a lot more nervous. Butterflies danced around in my stomach enough to make me hate the feeling. I met the boys down in the kitchen and made them a drink and some toast along with some for myself, my mum was now in the living room watching TV and I’d learnt that my dad had taken my brother out to the cinema to get out the way. It was great to know I had their support.