Denial

Chapter 7 Part 1

From the minute I woke up I knew that this day would be absolutely awful. I rolled out of bed and checked the date on my phone. I had been correct; today was my birthday. I was turning seventeen, yet I didn't feel any different.

I stood up going momentarily blind out of dizziness and trudged over to my mirror. I stood, knees locked, starring at myself in the full body mirror for a solid five minutes, just reviewing the last year of my life. I had had my first serious boyfriend, lost my virginity, and then broke up with him two months later. But I didn't regret any of that. I had loved him and I was the one to brake up with him, so I wasn't really hurt by the relationship. I had also made some great friends who I probably wouldn't be able to relate to now. But I didn't regret any of them. I had been friends with them and I was the one who pushed them away, so I wasn't really hurt by the relationships.

I bustled around getting ready for the agonizing day. I used to expect so much from my birthday, so every year I was let down. Either I didn't get around to throwing a party, or Liam couldn't come visit, or my parents were working. No matter what I did, my birthday never amounted to anything other than some cake and a couple presents. And now I just wanted the day to be over as soon as possible. It was already ten, maybe the rest of the day would fly by without me noticing.

I was finally done with all the shit I do to get ready, so I walked down stairs, thinking I might as well get it over with. I walked into the kitchen and started to poor myself a bowl of cereal. Liam, Louis, and Harry were attempting to make pancakes, but instead were making a bloody mess. I awaited the annoying comments, but they never came. I didn't hear any 'Happy Birthday's or even a 'today's a special day'. All I heard were Louis' complaints about the pancakes being burnt as hell.

"Hey Sophie." Harry acknowledged me in an uneasy fashion, making the other two boys' heads turn. "I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to hurt you." he apologized. It caught me off guard and I wasn't sure what to say in reply. I was thinking he was going to say something completely different from that.

"You didn't hurt me." I contradicted before I took another bite of my cereal. Did they all forget my birthday? Why do I even care? It's not like I wanted them to remember, but I couldn't help but get a bit angry at them. I contained my anger and finished my cereal quickly, putting my bowl in the sink then heading for the stairs.

"Wait, Sophie!" Liam called out as he hurried to catch me. I stopped on the first step and turned around.

"What?" I asked probably not sounding too friendly.

"The boys and I will be out pretty late tonight. Are you going to be ok by yourself during the night?" Liam informed me.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I said, knowing that I wouldn't be. I walked up the steps flipping through my phone's contacts. As I opened my bedroom door I clicked on Edward's contact name. The phone rang three times before his rough voice came through the speaker.

"What's up Sophdog?" he asked using his cheesy, gangster pet name for me. It annoyed the shit out of me and I'm pretty sure that's the only reason he still used it.

"Nothing much, can you come by today?" I asked laying back on my bed.

"Sure, I'll be there in a couple hours." he replied sounding a bit too happy.

"K, see you soon." I was about to hang up when I thought of something. "And Edward?"

"Yeah Sophdog?" he replied cheekily. Little did he know, that that was exactly what I wanted him to say.

"You better stop calling me that or else." I threatened in mock mysteriousness.

"Or else what? Are you going to force me to listen to Justin Bieber or do my hair in curls?" he joked. I could do much worse to that boy.