I couldn't believe how much things could change in just one month, even though I was still the same sarcastic, sassy seventeen-year-old I was before. Liam and the boys have gotten their career back on track, yet people still talk about the accident every day. It apparently was the biggest thing to happen to pop culture all year, though it felt like the worst thing to happen ever. Liam must've done at least a hundred interviews explaining how I'm living under his care and we've become closer than ever.
Most of that was true, we had gotten a bit closer, but it still wasn't like how it used to be. I still wasn't talking to him about my feelings or anything like that. I hadn't hugged him since we were both crying in that chair and I never wanted to again. I hated the feeling of depending on someone and he was someone I should've been depending on. So, I created distance between us, something I was extremely good at, and it was obvious that he was bothered by it.
Edward and I had gotten a lot closer than Liam and I would ever be. I had to admit that I was falling deeply in love with the cheeky little bastard. I was falling in love with his large hands each with a tiny tattoo on them, his rare occurring smile, his bright green eyes that could turn dull in a matter of seconds, everything. I was in love with Edward Perry Styles (yes, his middle name is hilariously Perry) and it seemed like the whole world knew it.
The press, the obsessive fangirls, even the world's most famous celebrities, were infatuated with our relationship. I really didn't understand why, though. Paps followed us on dates, making Edward react rather fiercely. He was reckless and didn't care what people thought of him, which is why you can find pictures of his butt all around the internet.
I loved that he wasn't afraid to stand up to the privacy intruders. Ed didn't have an image to protect, but Harry certainly did. Harry was always yelling at Ed because of his 'irrational behavior.' No matter what we were doing, the pictures always seemed to end up in a magazine or all over Instagram and Twitter. The world just couldn't get enough of our late night ice-cream runs, or our drives to the music shop...or our drives back.
The boys were always gone recording music I would never listen too or doing interviews with awkward silences or going to premieres of movies I will never want to see. It was refreshing not having them around twenty-four-seven. Honestly, they had gotten a bit suffcating since Edward and I started dating. So, them being busy for most of the day was a great thing for me.
"Sophie? Can I talk to you?" I heard Liam call from the door frame of my room. Liam let me redecorate it after I had ripped it to pieces, so I felt better about staying in my room all day. I had pushed my bed into the corner and picked out dark shades of red for the duvet, sheets, and pillow cases. I had a big, black, shaggy rug covering most of the floor, along with a set of speakers against the wall across from my bed. I had hung fairy lights all throughout the room, some red and some white, so I wouldn't have to keep the hideous laps that were in the room when I moved in.
"Sure, what's up?" I asked turning my speakers down with the remote. He walked in and sat down next to me on my bed. He was a little too close for comfort, but I let it slide sense he seemed tense.
"Well, the boys and I have to go out of town this weekend, only for two days, and I was told you couldn't come." Liam tried to put his hand on my knee while I was sitting Indian style. But I quickly unfolded my legs and sat up right, so he wouldn't touch me.
"So, this means I get to stay here by myself?" I asked not being able to keep my emotions under control. Liam's work turned out to benefit me after all.
"Only if you call me before you go to bed and text me whenever you go out, lock all the doors and try not to use the car too much." Liam was blabbering again.
"Alright, alright. I get it." I interrupted him.
"One more thing," he said getting a bit more serious. "Do not, and I repeat, do not invite Edward over without asking me for permission. You must tell me when he arrives and when he leaves and what you two plan to do together. He can't be here after eight and if I found out you broke the rules, then I will take away your speakers, headphones, and laptop for two weeks. And you will also come to the studio with me during that week, so I can keep an eye in you." That was a little harsh, I thought sarcastically.
"Ok, I won't brake the rules." I said. Half of it was true and half of it was false. I would brake the rules and I wouldn't not.
"Anne will come check on you once a day, just to make sure you do follow the rules." Liam didn't realized that he was as intimidating as a baby penguin, or that I was already devising a plan inside my head.
"Ok, Liam. I will follow your stupid rules, just get out." I snapped. I never had patience for anyone, let alone someone who was annoying me.
"We're leaving tonight. I'll come back up to say goodbye." He told me as he got up. I laied back in my bed and stared up at the pale ceiling.
"Don't bother." I huffed out as he left, making sure he didn't hear me. I was going to brake the rules if it killed me. After all, I was never one to follow orders.
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Fanfiction"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, rippe...
