Chapter 13:
I woke up the next morning and found myself on the couch in Harry’s flat. Harry was curled up on the couch next to me. I started to pull a few curls on his head until he woke up. “Mornin’ love.” He whispered in his tired voice. I started to laugh at how weird and different he sounded. “Care to get off of my couch and eat?” He asked quietly.
I groaned before pulling out my phone and checking my messages, no new messages. I threw my phone across the couch and curled back up on the couch.
“Hungry?” Harry asked as he stood up and walked to the kitchen.
“No.” I saw his shocked expression. “Well, yes I am but I’m upset because Niall never responded to my text.”
He sat next to me. “Sophers, Zayn is going to get over that fight. I know he will. I mean Niall spent all night with him trying to get him to calm down.”
“How mental was he after the interview?”
Harry seemed hesitant to respond which made me nervous. “After the interview he was furious. I don’t even think he ate the Nandos that Niall got him for supper.” Harry admitted.
“Great.” I mumbled as I rolled my eyes. “Now my best mate is going to hate me for the rest of my life. At least I’m leaving this afternoon, which will be a blessing for the band.”
Harry smacked my arm. “Don’t say that! Having you gone would be terrible. You help keep the band in check. You and Liam are a team and help get us ready and make sure everything is perfect.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever Hazza.” I looked around. “Can you text Liam and ask him to bring me a suitcase?”
Harry nodded. “So what are you going to be doing in Bradford?” He asked as he started to make pancakes for breakfast.
“Well, my parents are moving back to the states in a month so I’m staying with the Malik’s because lots of stuff is packed up at my house. I think my parents signed me up for some classes for me to take at a local university. Not many classes, but it’s just something to do with some of our old friends while I’m on tour break.” I sat down at the table as Harry brought me over a glass of milk. “Thanks Haz. Can you please bring me your computer?” I asked Harry. “I want to check Twitter.”
Harry brought me over his computer. I saw that pictures of Zayn and I were all over all of the daily celeb gossip blogs. I quickly looked on my favorite Tumblr blog and saw GIFs of Zayn and I were everywhere. I scrolled down on the blog and my dashboard. Even the blogs dedicated to my friendship with Zayn were full of them. I quickly logged onto Twitter and saw all of the new accounts dedicated to hating me. I looked on the Treads and saw #NoMoreRae treading. I clicked on it and saw all the things people were saying about me.
Sophie-Rae-Dead: RT if you hate Sophie for yelling at our Zayn on national TV #NoMoreRae
Rae-Off-Tour: Success guys! Sophie is on tour break. Let’s get #NoMoreRae treading!
Harry glanced over my shoulder. “Don’t they have anything else better to do with their lives than hate on you?” He scoffed. He pulled out his phone and started typing vigorously. After he finished he smiled, as if he was successful. “Problem solved.” He said with a smile. “I’m going to get dressed.” He added before handing me my pancakes and walking to his room with his computer in his hands.
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FanfictionSophie Lillian Rae has known Zayn Malik ever since she had moved from America to Britain at the age of ten. When Zayn becomes famous with One Direction he asks her to move to London with him and the boys. Sophie agrees, against her better judgement...
