But I hate you, I really hate you,
So much, I think it must be
True love, true love
It must be true love
Nothing else can break like
True love, true love,
It must be true love
No one else can break my heart like you
I sang softly to myself as I rinsed my hair in the shower. It was around 7 in the morning. I know, so early for a Sunday. But the interview started at 9 and it took an hour to get there and I'm a girl...I need to look good if I'm going to be on TV.
'SOPHIE. BREAKFAST' Liam yelled from downstairs.
'ANOTHER UM.....15 MINUTES' I yelled back. I stopped the shower and climbed out, wrapping a towel around me. The room was steamy so I really couldn't be bothered to straighen my hair. It'll probably go bonkers before we got to the interview place anyway. I pulled on a pink and white striped dress with a brown plaited belt and let my hair loose so it could dry.
'MORNING LOU' I screamed into Louis ear as I crept up to him. This time it was Louis that screamed and dramatically clutched his heart. But for extra measure he also fell out of his chair.
'And I thought I was dramatic' I grinned. Louis just shook his head and looked at me to say something. But instead, he just stared at my....head? Hair?
'What?' I asked self-consciously.
'HELLO BOYS...AND GIRL' Niall yelled as he walked into the kitchen. 'Woah' He added as he looked at me.
'What?' I demanded.
'Sophie....I know we're having an interview and everything but you didn't have to change your hair color..' Zayn told me, bewildered.
'My hair?' I asked, running my hands through it the way Harry had last night.
'Yes, you're hair' Liam repeated, staring at it.
'Here....' Zayn handed me a mirror. I frowned and stared at my reflection and nearly had a heart-attack.
'OH MY FUDGES!' I screamed, nearly dropping the mirror. My hair was....
'Blonde. Why is it blonde' Liam demanded.
'I didn't dye it....' I whined, wide eyed.
'Wait...didn't you have a shower in Niall's room?' Louis asked, clicking his fingers.
'OH MY FUDGES......NIALL!!!' I yelled. I banged my head on the table.
'Hey, wasn't my fault...' Niall grinned.
'What's so funny?' I sighed, lifting my head and rubbing the place I had banged it on. Hope it didn't bruise.
'It doesn't look too bad though..' Zayn said thoughtfully. Still, it's blonde.
'Stuff it' I groaned, banging my head on the table again.
'MORNING EVERYONE' Harry yelled as he opened the kitchen door with a bang. With a start, I quickly dove under the table and grabbed the baseball cap that I found under the table.
'Morning Haz' I chorused, jumping up from under the table as the other boys chorused along with me.
'What? Never seen a girl wear a cap before?' I asked, staring at Harry with wide eyes.
'Well.....yeah but....seriously?' Harry said, knitting his eyebrows together.
'Yeah well didn't you know that...'
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Harry Styles is my what??
FanfictionI've always felt like an outsider in my family. I never really considered it, choosing to brush it off and continue on with my life Until now.
