I Am (Not) In Love? (1D Fanfic)

The Next Morning.

Sophia's POV

I wake up to find myself in my bedroom. 'Is everything back to normal?', I asked myself, checking around the room. 

'Clock, check. Pillows, check. Bed, check. Me, check.', I listed. I went towards the door and turned the knob. I went outside to see if the "others" are "really" there. 

The last thing I remembered last night was...movie...hot chocolate...fighting with Bianca...Harry..Louis..and Niall.. I'm not quite sure if anything happened at all. Was it all just a dream? Well considering that there is no one running around the halls. Or that I haven't really heard any noises of some sort. 

I softly knocked on Bianca's door, and opened her door. Quietly, I tiptoed to her side to check if she was still asleep, check. That means I can check the other rooms ha! Once again, I tiptoed quietly to walk towards her door, and went to the other rooms. I first went to the blue-doored room, which was Zayn's..I think.. Anyway, I got there, and slowly opened the door, taking a peek. I could see from my right eye, a big luggage, and a big backpack, that means he's still here.

Aww man! For sure, I thought it was all a dream. Oh well..I guess..

I didn't heard a sound or a creak or anything at all, so I badly decided to go inside. And saw no Zayn.

I guess they didn't really did left. I looked at the mirror, and it revealed my morning self. I looked horrible, but that doesn't really matter as long as I'm the only one who can myself like this.

On the side of the mirror, I see a small note. It said: "Paul came to get us for a small meeting. See ya later B." - Xx Zayn. I grabbed it to give to Bianca, and saw there was another message at the back, "See ya later too S :)." -Xx Zayn. I laughed at his note, making me smile. Funny, I don't usually smile in the mornings. Anyway, I went to the door, and went to the across from Zayn's. It was a red door, but I'm not sure who took it.

I went ahead the room anyways, not caring whose is it. I already knew that they weren't here, might as well go in. I saw a not-so-neat room; clothes scattered everywhere, the bed has not been made, one of the pillows was on the floor, and the other on the entrance door of the bathroom. I am still not sure whose room it is, so I went to clean the filthy floor, and bed. I saw the same Superman t-shirt that Louis wore last night. Am guessin' that this is HIS room. His filthy room.

I checked the room to see if there any notes, and aha!, there is one. I grabbed it from the mirror, and saw my funny-looking face. The note said: "Look at the mirror. See that girl in the mirror, she's my best friend :)." -Love, Lou-Lou. I laughed at his message, it was pretty funny. Haha, lucky me, I was the first to see the message, so I guess I'm his best friend.

I decided to check on all the rooms, to see if there was any more sticky-note messages.

The next door I went to was an orange-coloured door. The room seemed to be pretty clean, unlike Louis' room. The bed was made, the luggage and the bag was neatly placed on the floor, beside the bed. I checked the room for any notes, but I saw none. Instead I heard my phone ring, it was an unknown number, so I decided not to answer it. I thought my phone didn't had a voicemail, but it did... It said: "Hi! I'm Harry, and this is Sophia's phone. You can still leave a message if you want to." Harry's voice rang. "After the beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeep!" Instead of Harry's voice, it was Niall's voice that continued the last sentence. I laughed for a second, but not until somebody answered, "Sophia Marie Martinez, who is Harry? And by the way, we are coming over for dinner. It seems that our flight has been delayed for an hour." Just before my mother could end the call, I pressed answer to explain everything. "Hello Mom!!! What a surprise...uhmmm.." I stuttered. "Oh now you answer. What is going on over there Sophia? And who is Harry? Is he your boyfriend? Young lady! You know that you're too yo-" I stopped here, before she could even continue what she was going to say. "Mother! No! Harry is just a friend of mine. And other guy talking was Niall, I'm not sure if you heard him, bu-" she stopped me this time. "And who is this Niall? Your other "friend"?" she replies, emphasizing the word "friend". I answered back cleverly this time, "Mom, don't you remember who Niall is? He's the guy I met in Victoria on our field trip remember? He was the one who helped me get back to my class." "You got lost in Victoria?!?!" my mother freaked. I forgot that I didn't told her about that story.