Hazy (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: Unstated

(Sophia’s P.O.V.)

Back in the boring old life of Sophia Hennrow. I woke up, took a shower, got ready, ate breakfast, went to school, came home, maybe had homework maybe didn’t, maybe talked to Harry maybe didn’t, looked into schools, ate dinner, went to bed and repeat five times a week. The weekends were a bit more interesting but not by too much. I just watched movies or went out to eat with my friends. Occasionally we tried doing something different but we were just kids stuck in a small town with the same routines. Harry was the most exciting bit of my life, but he was really busy at the present. Although if I looked on the news I could see enough about him, and us, to keep me entertained for hours. The hate was dying down, or so I liked to believe, but I would never really know because Harry would never let me see such things. The occasional slip up would happen and I’d catch a comment, but that was rare and I never took it too personally. There was also other interesting rumors about him and the other boys, but I learned the hard way that to ask if it’s true or not is not a good idea. If it’s true, I’ll find out by Harry confirming it without my questions. This was the life I was currently leading.

After Harry had dropped me off last time my mom had given him a key to the house. I took that as a new level of trust and allowed Harry and I to have more serious relations. One thing we never really discussed in detail was the future, or intricate feelings. Of course we liked each other, by a lot, and of course we planned on being together for a long time, but it was never said in words. It was said in the way he called me beautiful, or when I teased him for being an idiot. It was told when we said we wished we were together in the flesh and counted down the days until we could see each other again. It was in the way that he would hold me as if letting me go would be forever even when we knew it wasn’t the last. It was the way he let me play with his hair and we felt that any part of each other was a part of ourselves. I was complete with Harry. That was all the confirmation I needed that this was meant to last.

Yet it was the future and the moments I would someday spend with Harry that consumed my thoughts while I sat in my bed listening to music and maybe doing homework maybe not, as I tried to relate each and every lyric to a piece of Harry and I. It was a Tuesday when I sat doodling absentmindedly expecting a Face time from my Harry. It was usually around this time on Tuesdays he managed to call. The iPod remained playing music and that only, no interruptions with a picture of Harry and I to slide and accept a call. I figured he was busy, I understood, but I was still anxious to hear from him. It was something I often looked forward to. Niall had texted me earlier and I had been too lazy to respond, but now I felt the urge to talk with him at least. Maybe he’d let me know where Harry was.

“Hey what’s up?” I asked.

“I need advice!!”

“With what??”

“I want to ask Hailey out but I’m too nervous..”

This meant no Harry information. I spent the next few hours discussing with Niall the ins and outs of winning a girls heart. Although I already knew she was totally geeked out about him. We texted all the time too and she was so head over heels for him. He was crazy about her and everyone knew it. It was just the two of them that were being blind and stupid. She thought Niall would never like a nobody like her while Niall worried she would be intimidated by how big he was in the world. I wanted to take them and lock them in a room until they admitted it to each other, but all I could do was console each and try to use Harry and I as an example. Maybe this would finally be the moment Niall got the courage to ask her out. Then she would say yes and the rest of us would breathe a little easier.

I reached a time when I had to go to bed so I bid Niall the last of my advice and said goodnight. My family was already in bed, so I tiptoed into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and then went back to my room to take my bra off, then tucked myself into bed. I kept my iPod in the iHome facing me so I would see if Harry said anything. I ended up on the other side of the bed, facing the wall, and curled up into myself. It was almost Winter and the heat was not up enough. The blanket was covering me completely, pressed as tightly to me as possible until I fell asleep when I loosened up. Meaningless dreams warped my mind until I was suddenly jolted awake by someone climbing into my bed.