My soldier, Her Irish Angel

Chapter 16

"There's a message in the way a man treats you just listen..."

-By r.h. Sin

Sophie's Pov

You know I guess we shouldn't have let the boys join the game. Now we're running with Daphne. You know this is pretty damn awkward, but to be honest, if Niall didn't join the game, kid wouldn't be this pisssed. Oops, that wasn't nice, sorry? Well, Four's angry, but I think it's good because no one could get under her skin this fast. She cares because if she didn't, then...it's hard to explain in terms that you'll understand, heck if I explain it I won't understand. All I do know is that she is going to have one hell of a night today.

I look up as I ran past all the trees, it feels nice I can understand why humans say running makes you feel free with the wind in your face. It's not the same as swimming though, that's when I truly feel unattached but considering they have to pause such things because of lack of gills in their body, it isn't as freeing considering the water gives them a limit of its own, with running you could do it forever if your human as opposed to swimming, it's just a matter of getting tired or lung expansion. I probably sound like a smart arse right now, I'm sorry I just read a lot about the human world. That's it I can't run anymore I have terrible endurance, I could only run 3 miles before I stop. Compared to the soldier I'm out of shape hell she could go 7 miles without stopping on her morning runs.

I hear Harry still calling my name, chasing me, I feel how fast his heart is beating. I feel so scared, the thing is before he came here I knew exactly who he was. The girls knew this, and we all made a pact n0t to search for our true loves dead or alive. If we brought them into our lives who's to say they would be able to handle a fight or living on an island every day, I couldn't take Harry away from his mum, it wouldn't have been fair to take everything away from him. I had dreams of him and now he is going to start remembering them, by glimpses, I don't know how to tell him. I'm scared, how will he react, we had so many moments, and happy memories, and I also explained to him everything in there, somewhere in his memory are all my secrets he knows me in and out. How to make me blush, what to say to make me feel okay, somewhere in there he's going to realize that I could do the same. I won't though I have to keep my distance I can't take away his life from him. I can't make him choose his mom, his fans, his life, or me. To be honest, if I were him I'd probably go back why would he choose me over everything that he believes in, everything he once knew, I'm just a mermaid.

I look around, I scoff the girls went ahead of me to the treehouse, they sure know how to hide note the sarcasm, Four will go elsewhere she's known for that. I make a right instead of heading for the treehouse, I'm going to go my lake, I just want to be alone after what happened.

Four's pov

As rufio dragged me to camp I couldn't stop the glare I set upon Daphne, she chuckled the whole way, she is lucky the camp is only a mile or two away from the treehouse but then again, my amount of endurance has changed over time, so it could have been longer. I see Peter helping Felix set up the main event for today, I guess they were planning on going against each other, I remember when Felix almost beat him, it's like the imaginary rule had almost been broken us Pan's never fail. I somehow convinced Rufio to let go of my hand by promising that I would talk to my brother about versing him. Well here we go, I don't usually like joining in their pointless shenanigans, I know I may speak like an old 60-year-old woman, but please keep in mind I am 40o years-old and all I have left is stupidity, and wisdom to give, but only at certain times. I speak rather formal than most people at my age in youth, I was raised to speak like this or not all. Push that aside, I walk up to Peter and he greets me with a warm smile and an unnecessary hug. He takes me by surprise and I don't hug back making Felix chuckled slightly, I glare and roll my eyes. Peter lets me go and does what I like to call the eyebrow effect.