A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter 71: Fine, Ignore Me

It says it all...

                                        Sofia's POV

"But, Liam, I'm only eleven!" I said to him as I dried up my tears.

"You know what excuse they use? Just so they can believe they can like you?" Liam said as he gave me a small smile and he rubbed some tears out of my cheeks.

"What excuse?" I said while raising an eyebrow.

"They say that 'Age is just a number.' And it's true. But at your age..." Liam trailed off.

"It isn't appropriate to use it." I finished.

"But really? You didn't know that they all like you?" Liam asked while raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Except for Niall and Zayn. Zayn told me he may like me in your hometown concert and Niall told me last night." I said while running a hand through my hair.

"But the real question..." I trailed off.

"How are the boys going to perform in the concert?" Liam and I said in sync as if we rehearsed this.

     Now, I'm worried.

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                                        The Concert (Backstage)

     We arrived in silence to the venue. Like really silent. Nobody spoke a word. And when we arrived at the venue, it was the same thing. I got into my outfit, which consisted of a plaid shirt that was tied up, but it ended exactly below my pants so it wasn't exposing anything; light blue jeans and cream Nike's, which were comfy and actually made me even taller because it had hidden heels...Don't tell the boys. ;)

     I was about to go on stage until I decided to give the boys a hug before I went and performed. So I first went to Liam and he gave me a tight embrace  while smiling at me.

"You'll do great, Sofia." Liam said as he let go of me.

     I then went to Niall and he gave me a Horan hug, at which I smiled at.

"May the Luck of the Irish be with you, love." Niall said as he let go of me.

     Then I went to Zayn, but he didn't do anything so I just said:

"Okay be like that." While going to Harry.

     Harry just stood there, preventing himself from hugging me because I could tell he wanted to.

"Not you, too?" I told him and went to Louis.

     Tell me at least Louis would be a dear, but of course, it seems that Zayn, Harry and him made a pact.

     He just kept on looking behind me, not looking at me. And he had this look on his face as if he didn't care at all about me.

"You know what? So be it." I said to Louis and got my guitar and headed to the stage.

     When I looked back, Louis was still like that. And it hurt. Seeing Zayn, Harry and Louis just do nothing...it hurt...a lot.

     The fans then erupted in screams when they saw me and that made me feel a lot better.

"Thank you." I said through the microphone and I then felt something roll down my cheek and noticed that I was crying a little bit.

     Oh, no.