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Socks.

Chapter 7:

Sofia's POV:

November 19, 2013.

That's today. The day I ran away. The day I hopped into a train with a ticket I didn't even think twice on buying.The day I felt finally free without anyone watching over my shoulder telling me what and what not to do.The day I met the most amazing guy I'll ever get the chance to meet.

Not that I've met many guys, but I read a lot.

Does that count?

Probably doesn't but anyway, today is still November 19. Five hours have passed since I left my home, and I am standing outside the famous New York underground subway, not knowing where I'm going next; what I'm doing next. I'm just going with whatever seems right at the moment though I'm more scared than I care to admit at doing that. Not knowing what may happen thrills me but at the same times terrifies the shit out of me.

Harry asked what we were doing next, but I couldn't answer. I didn't know the answer to that either.We stood a few feet away from where we had hopped off the train. Still trying to analize and decide wisely as to what our next move would be.

I mentally smiled, remembering how the three of us joked around together, it was mostly always Harry and I talking, but Luke did join in at some point once he was back from fishing some snacks from the cafeteria where he told us the tuna smelled worse than the train station. I cringed at the thought.We talked for a while, that is until he passed out while me and Harry were discussing our views in jealous people. It was a random topic, it was picked up randomly. Like most of the other topics.

It was easy talking to Harry. To just joke around about the lamest thing or even have deep convesations about how watching the rain fall is calmer than watching the waves of the sea crash on the sand.Once in a while our comversations lead to civillily arguing about the lamest and rarest things. It was silly, but I was very persistant. I could say the same about him.

*Earlier*

It was quite. Silence comfortably among us as the sound of train tracks and rain violently hitting the window only reminding us that hearing is actually of existance. That is until Harry decided to speak.

"Wearing socks to bed is ridiculous." Harry's accent and deep voice broke the silence after a few minutes of just sitting there, enjoying each others company. Our conversations mostly starting out of the blue, when one of us occasionally just thought of something and decided to comment it to the other.

"I must disagree." I said, sitting up straighter. I always wore socks to bed. "If anything, you're ridiculous for thinking such a thing." I playful said to him, a smile tugging in my lips as I did.

"But it is. Socks are only for when wearing shoes. It makes no sense to wear them to bed, they always slip off while tossing and turning in bed, anyways. They're useless." He added, running a hand through his hair with a smug look on his face.

I sat there, crossed legged. Humorsly annoyed about his opinion on wearig socks to bed and fascinated by how he looked like a walking god without even trying.

"That only happens once in a while, you shouldn't judge socks on something that only happens once in a while!" I said, throwing my hands in the air for emphasis.

"But it still happens! And, plus, you're feet get all sweaty if you wear them for a long time and when you step on a random wet puddle, it's the most horrible feeling!" He was now facing me, humor in his eyes and determination to convince in his voice.

"But they keep your feet warm and cozy and you can slip around everywhere and pretend you're a rockstar with an air guitar!" I playfully added, remembering the nights where I would slide around the kitchen while waiting for the popcorn to finish and singing loudly to any song in my head.He may be stubborn but two can play this game.

"It's still ridiculous! Who even decided to wear them to bed? They are obviously made for closed shoes. They are not bed wear! No matter how 'warm' and 'cozy' they keep you."

"Someone who had cold feet!" I answered back, pointing at my socked feet. I had taken off my shoes a while back, wanting to be more comfortable on this 2 hour train ride. Whereas, Harry's feet were still adorned by his worned out boots. Go figure.

"You're not changing my mind." He replied, leaning his head back, closing his eyes with a small stubborn smile on his lips.

"And you're not changing mine."

*End of flashback*

I smiled at the memory. How many people will you ever meet that will argue persistently about an opinion on socks?

Socks!

Fucking socks!

Not many,I tell you. That just shows how Harry is just anyone. He was charming and funny and dorky and smart with a bit of sexiness and mistery.

He was a perfect package.

And that is why I was now sad. I was sad because I didn't know whether I'd see him again, and even if I had a choice to do so, it wouldn't be so wise to do that right now.

My dad could be looking for me for all I know at the moment. I hope he gets my letter sooner than when he starts sending people out to look for me. I've just had a taste of freedom and I don't intend on him taking my liberty away so quickly.

For someone who works for the goverment of a free country I sure am not even close to have my freedom.

I'm still paranoid. I'm constantly checking to see if anyone is suspicious, or if anyone is following me. Listening close to conversations and staying away from officers and anyone having something to do with security.

I've noticed that Luke does the same, and maybe it's just a force of habit. We have been forced to learn and almost involuntarily by habit do things like dodge quickly when someone raises their hand close to your face and quickly twist their arm to their back and push them to the ground.

I may be a chihuaha, but I fight like a mad pitbull.

Okay, why am I comparing myself to dogs? I definitely am lacking sleep. If I don't rest soon, I'm gonna have a serious case of insomnia.

But, even though I may get in trouble, even though I may be caught and dragged back to my father whom will most definitely,without a doubt,ground me forever and I'd have no choice but to accept my fate as an agent, I want to live. To actually live,not just breathe and blink and have a beating heart signalizing that I'm alice because I don't feel like I actually am. I want to feel alive and do things. I want to love and be loved. I want to experience how walking at 3 a.m. on a thursday night feels like when it's cold and all you're mind is clouded with thiughts but walking around the city somehow takes the stress away. I want to sit on top of the roof of an old building even though I'm scared of heights and just watch the lights of the city twinkle at night. And I want to do all this with Harry.

"Harry, would you like to have an adventure with us?"

.............................................. HEY

SO

DOUBLE UPDATE IN A DAY

yAY.

I like writing about their moments on the train because cuuuuuuuute.

Still haven't decided on a shipname. Sigh.

so yeah.

bye now

-Sof