A Story Of One Direction

Chapter Thirty Eight

We made our way back to the group.

"Why do I feel like there's something happening"

Niall asked, his voice almost a whine.

I shook my head.

"No, nothing" I replied.

He looked at me strange for a few moments, before nodding his head and continuing to sip his drink.

"I wanna go to that place.." I dragged off, turning

to the direction of the club thing we were at.

"What, to say goodbye to your precious Holiday

boyfriend?" Zayn smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Now hey, he gave me some decent advice and made me feel better after being

upset, something none of you guys did, and I've

only known him four days!" I smirked.

Harry's head shot up.

"I didn't know!" He cried.

I giggled and shook my head. "But please?..". "Fine" Louis sighed, shaking his head.

"Yay!" I grinned.

"No drinking though!" He shouted, pointing a

finger at me, then to everyone.

"What?! Why?" I heard Niall squeal.

"Because, we're leaving tomorrow" Louis mumbled.

"Exactly!" He argued.

"Yes, and we'll all be hungover" He muttered.

"No. We can, you can't, simple as that" Zayn added.

"That's unfair. You'll all be steaming and I'll be the

only sober one" He moaned, his bottom lip jutting out.

"Good! Somebody to keep us all in line" Liam's

voice echoed above the small squabble.

Louis rolled his eyes, and stood up. "This is unfair".

"Don't be so snappy Louis" I smirked, tapping him

on the back as he passed. He curved his lips upward into a smile. "Hey Sophie!" A high, giddy voice cried over the

loud music that was playing.

I span myself around, gripping onto Harry's arm as

I did, because I almost toppled over.

He laughed lightly, and steadies me, sighing when

he saw who it was that had called me. "Hi Charlie" I replied happily, letting go of Harry and

sitting back on the chair I was on.

"Are you, o-okay?" He asked, his voice slurring.

"He's drunk" Harry whispered in my ear. "Watch

out".

I shook my head at him and frowned. "Yes thank you, you?" I replied, a smile on my face.

"Fine.. Come with me for a second?" He asked, his

eyes flickering up at Harry, who was glaring back.

"Uh, okay?" I replied, with a light giggle.

"Don't" Harry whispered again.

"Why?" I sighed. "He's drunk, just, don't?" Harry replied.

I shook my head. "Calm down!" I laughed, and

followed Charlie to wherever he was taking me.

We sat down at a bench, just outside the club bit.

He turned to face me, and I began to get nervous.

"Well, Sophie" He started. "Mhm" I replied simply, biting my lip.

"I know I've only known you these past few days,

but, I-I like you" He spat out.

I stood staring at the floor, shaking my head. No,

he didn't. He doesn't even know me.

"I'm sorry, Charlie, but-" I started, but was cut off by a pair of lips crashing against mine.

I widened my eyes in pure shock at what he was

doing, and tried to pull away, but he wrapped his

arm securely around my body and firmly pressed

me into him.

How attractive. I squirmed, and pushed my head to the side, so he

was kissing my cheek instead. I screamed, as loud

as I could, I screamed for Harry.