The Cover Up | harry styles

chapter one

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Hi there!

Firstly, thank you for checking out this story! This is my first time writing a fanfiction and I hope you excuse my bad language and the degree of realism to my writing. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this book!

I promise you that it gets really interesting as it goes along and keep in mind that the first chapter maybe a little... ehk but I'm trying my best to introduce characters better so you get a view of the different characters and personalities they have.

Just a heads up, Selena Gomez plays Sophie Hartman here because I ship Harlena (don't judge please) but you can totally imagine her as someone else if you want to!

Enjoy!

- Candy x

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- Sophie's -

As I gave one last jump, I found my hands gripping on the top of the tall fence. I forced myself up, managing to hoist my right leg over the fence and struggling to lift the other up along with it. If not for my questionable stamina, I would have successfully and gracefully made my way over the fence.

I sighed out loud, being stuck in an awful position. If someone were to see me at this moment, I would have died of embarassment. Leg over fence, the other dangling helplessly and arms wrapped around the fence - I wasn't in my best shape at the moment. With one huff, I pulled myself over and managed to pull over the other leg.

I stumbled for a moment before finding myself in a sitting position. Looking down, it was a short distance away from the ground but I was scared to make the last jump. Okay, it may seem like I'm making a rebel move like running away but I can assure you that that's exactly what is happening. I am running away.

I wasn't sure what was going through my head when I was making the decision. I just did it. It's not like my life was a horrible mess. Actually, my life was the complete opposite. I had the perfect life. Other than the fact that my parents divorced when I was very young, I grew up well.

I was fed well, showered with the things I need, overwhelmed with the things I want and taught almost anything under the sun. Piano lessons, Ballet lessons, language classes, singing lessons - you name it. It was as if my mother wanted to shape me into perfection. She wanted to shape me into a reflection of herself.

You see, my mother is a beautiful woman. She's beyond gorgeous and sometimes, I feel small just being beside her. She's perfect. She can talk well, she knows her way around people and everyone just adores her. I hate it. I hate it so much. It's as though everyone expects me to be an exact replica of my mother. Unfortunately, I'm just plain Sophie.

I don't talk to people well, I have a higher chance of embarassing myself than to actually look good and what sucks the most is that I'm expected to behave like I was taught to. Maybe this was exactly what I was running away from. The judgements. People expect too much of me but I'm so flawed. 

I thought maybe an escape would be something I needed to experience. I just needed to get as far away from home as soon as possible. I just couldn't stand the amount of pressure put on me just because my mother happens to be good at everything. So I jumped over.

"Shoot!" I half-whispered as I landed. I could feel the heels of my boots making its way through the moist soil. I pulled out my boots only to see that half of it has already been stained by the soil. I quickly walked over to the cemented pavement and took off the boots. Staring at it, I frowned looking at how much I messed it up.