My Maids Daughter

Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

Harry POV

I haven't been acting like myself lately. Everything seems too be falling apart, even if Sophia is here, I couldn't help but neglect her. It's not like I wanted to, like I said I wasn't myself.

I felt a pain run through me every time Sophia tried talking to me and all I did was push her out. I couldn't explain myself. I was being a complete ass and I knew it.

I just... I don't know how to explain myself. When I lost Mike, I felt as if someone just had stabbed me multiple times. Knowing that he died was hard enough, but knowing that he was murdered... that just pushed me over the edge.

The second I found out I wanted nothing more then to find the person and kill them myself. I wanted them 10 feet under. I wanted them to burn in hell, never to see daylight again. 

It may have sounded harsh but at this point it didn't matter now did it. 

Just thinking about it had me going mad.

How am I suppose to act with all of this madness going on?

"Hey man"

I turned around to come face to face with Louis.

"Hey" I said plain and dull.

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"Bullshit"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me"

I stared at Louis, his facial expressions were serious he was in no joking mood. His hands were made in fists, he was holding back I knew he was. But for some reason I didn't want him too.

"Loui-"

"Save it, I called Ed"

"Why would you do that?"

"It's more than obvious that you need a talking to"

"Louis, why don't you tell me what you're thinking?"

"If I told you, I-"

"Cut the crap and tell me!"

"Fine, you wanna know what I think" he sighed "I think you're acting like a complete bastard, you act like this is only affecting you... God damn Harry can't you see that Sophia is in pain too. She doesn't want me, Niall, Zayn or even Liam to comfort her, she wants YOU and you're letting her down"

"But Lo-"

"No buts Harry, after are they were actually related. She knew him longer an-"

"Thats the point she knew him longer! I just met him!"

"SO WHAT HARRY! You're acting like a baby. It's all about you isn't it? I this I that, have you ever stopped to think about the rest of us and how we're doing?"

With that he got up and left slamming the door, leaving me alone once again...

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Sophia POV

I've been locked in my room for the past five days. The guys would come in once in a while too leave me food. When they tried to talk to me I immediately shut them down. It hurt me, but I just wanted to be alone.

I walked over too my desk slowly opening the drawer. I pulled out the old scrapbook that me and Mike put together one day.

I carefully opened it, what a big mistake that was. There was a picture of Mike and I laughing, we weren't laughing as a pose, but laughing at a lady who slipped into the mall's water fountain.

Flashback

"Sophiiiii!"

"yes Mike!!!"

"Come over here hurrryyy!"

I ran quickly, there Mike was standing near a man selling balloons.

"Can I get one please!"

"I don't know, whats the magic word?"

"PLEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEE!" 

"Thats not the magic word"

"What is it then?"

"Think Mike think"

His face turned serious as he went into deep thought, I wanted to laugh at his face but held it in.

"Oh I KNOW OREOS!"

"You're so smart" I laughed, I loved oreos and that would always be the magic word.

"So can I get one?" 

"Sure, what color?"

"Blue pleasee"

"Alright" I faced the man selling them "Can I get a blue ballon"

The man smiled "Are you two siblings?"

"Yes, yes we are" Mike said proudly

"Here's what take these" he handed me a blue and white balloon.

"If you pop them they contain a message" the man said.

I was going to hand him money when he suddenly put his hand out "No No its alright, its my gift for you two"

"Are you sure?" I asked unsure

"Yeah go on and enjoy the beautiful day"

Mike went and quickly gave the man a hug "Thank you sir"

"Call me Peter" 

"Thank You Peter"

Later on that day, Mike and I, went back to his "home" and we decided to pop the balloons together.

The man was proabably one of the nicest mans I've met.

End of flashback

I moved my hand towards the notes that we taped near the picture.

It was message, two papers.

" We may hate each other but at the end of the day, we can't live without each other"

Tears were streaming down my face.

"Please come back to me Mike."