Denial

Chapter 3

Liam's POV

"We're having a party at my old house for all of our families. Do you think Sophie would want to go?" Harry asked me, as the boys got ready for the party.

"I'm not sure she'd want to, but she's going to have to since we're all going." I replied. "I'll go tell her to get ready." I ran upstairs and into Sophie's room. Sophie knew all of the boys' families, but the last time she had saw them was probably two years ago. I hoped she would be nice to them.

"Sophie, Harry's mum is having a get together for all of us and you will be attending. No 'if's, 'and's, or 'but's. And can you please tone down the look and try to be nice?" I told her. The last part wasn't really a question, more of a request.

"Fine, just get out of my room." she replied staring at the ceiling of her room.

"Be ready in thirty minutes, please." I said as I exited her room. Right after I left, she started blasting her rock music.

Sophie's POV

"Hi, you remember Sophie, don't you?" Liam asked the two women in front of us. I felt very, very uncomfortable.

"Of course we do! I am very sorry for your lost." said one of the women. Liam moved his hands onto my shoulders and held me in place. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists to keep myself from being rude.

"Thanks," I managed to say through a closed mouth. Finally, the women walked away and Liam turned me around.

"Thank you," he said as he tried to get me to look at him. "I know you didn't want to come, and I'm sorry-"

"Can everyone just stop saying they're sorry!?" I exclaimed and pushed him off of me.

I walked away from all the people and wandered inside the house. After some walking, I came across Harry's old room. It was really small and had a few posters of girls I didn't know of on the wall. I ran my hand along his bed, as I walked inside. His light blue duvet was soft to the touch.

"A room like this could only belong to a complete prat," said a deep, raspy voice from the doorway of the room. I spun around to see someone who looked almost identical to Harry, yet a bit shorter and a lot better looking. He wore black boots, ripped black jeans, a black band t-shirt, and a black open button down over it. It was basically the same thing I was wearing except I had a maroon shirt and no button down on. I could see his tattoos inked onto the his skin, for the sleeves of his button down were pushed up. He also had a very different hair style from Harry. Harry had his signature curls, but this boy's hair was shorter, less curly, and was almost in a quiff. Damn, he looked a LOT hotter than Harry.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he said coming closer to me and, by instincts, I took a step backwards. "No need to be afraid love. I know I look quite dark, but so do you. I'm Edward, the better brother." He had a smirk on his face as he came a bit closer, then stopped to sit on the bed. "And who might you be?" he asked, looking up at me. He spoke pretty proper for a punk. I turned around, so my back was facing him, and walked over to the window.

"I'm Sophie," I said. I wasn't sure if I should tell him I was Liam's sister. Obviously we hadn't met before, but he could've known that Liam had a sister named Sophie.

"Well, Sophie, what brings you here?" He asked as he patted the space on the bed next to him. Instead, I sat down on the floor underneath the window. I was never the one to follow orders.

"I'm Liam's sister, he forced me to come here." I said. I kept avoiding the boy's gaze. I didn't want him looking at me and I felt uneasy knowing he was watching me.

"Oh, I guess you figured out who my brother is." he said sighing. "It's never easy being the sibling, you know what I mean?" he asked me and our eyes finally connected. He had green eyes that were definitely brighter than Harry's. He had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen.