Why{h.s.}

The gift

Sophia's POV

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I woke the next morning with a tear stained face and blood shot eyes. I fell asleep crying because my life is so screwed up. Then, I heard Bella's voice through the door. She was shouting so loud, and I already had an headache. Plus, I am still mad at her and Cameron for their sudden outbursts.

"Sophie, please open the door. Cam and I are very sorry. Please, your mom is so worried." Bella shouted through the door very loudly I might add. My mother is worried...about me. Wow, that's a first.

"Go away; I do not wish to talk to you or Cameron."I said more irritated than intended. After a couple of minutes, I heard a loud thud against the door. I quickly sprinted out of the bed and headed towards the door. As I opened the door, I saw Cam and Bella both on the floor, groaning in pain.

"Oh my gosh! Did you guys really think you could've broke my door down. You two are two pychopaths."I yelled very concerned. I helped them up, and I went to the kitchen to get them ice packs. As I approached them with the ice packs, they both threw their arms around me and said "I'm sorry."a bunch of times. I forgave them. They have been on my side since the very begining. Even Cam; he was Harry's best mate. I felt that feeling of guilt again while thinking how I seperated two best friends from each other. I can never look myself in the eye ever again know what I did. After our little reunion, we decided to help the chefs make breakfast.

As we entered the large, modern-day kitchen, I saw Chef Anne whisking eggs in a bowl, and Chef Michael preparing to make French Toast.

"Hey Michael and Anne." I said happily. They smiled and waved. "Me, Cam, and Bella want to make breakfast with you guys." We did not even wait for an answer. We just got into it. They did not mind so that was a plus. After a good half an hour, breakfast was ready and put on the brunch room. Everyone got downstairs to the brunch room, and the seating was interesting. At the two heads of the table sat my mother and aunt Veronica. On the left side of the table sat Cam, Bella, Zoey, and Andrew. Great! That meant I had to sit by either Kendall or Harry. So on the right side, Kylie took the seat farthest from the left, and Kendall took the seat right next to her. That left two seat which were next to Kendall and one next to my mother. Harry did not come down yet. I got nervous. Bella was looking at me with curiousity. Just then, Harry shows up to the brunch room.

He tousled his curls. "I'm so sorry. I woke up late. Something kept me up all night."he said with a smirk directing towards Kendall. Finally, the broken angel speaks. My heart flutters because of his voice, but breaks at the same time at his choice of words. It stung like venom.

"More like someone kept you up all night."Cam said a with cocked eyebrow. Bella and I tried to supress our laughter. Kendall gasped and Harry shook his head with a small grin. At least, he can take a joke. He started to walk towards the seat next to Kendall. I silently prayed that he would but sitting next to my mother was not a blessing either. So, I sat next to my mother which was at the head of the table with Harry on my right, sitting next to Kendall which was sitting next to Kylie.

We ate in silence before Kendall spoke. "So, I heard that you are getting married to Josh Devine." the backstabber said looking at me. Cam and Bella dropped their forks and stared at me. I was speachless. Harry was the last to react. He shattered the glass he had in his hands at Kendall's comment.

"HARRY, YOUR HAND!" I screamed, running to get the first aid box. I came with the first aid box and started to clean his cut. Even though I was looking at Harry's hand, I felt he was staring right at me, mad as hell. I was right. He got up after I dressed his wound and pulled me towards the garden.

"Hey brin-"Bella started.

"No one will follow us. NO ONE!" Harry shouted which caused me to flinch a tad bit. He dragged me to the garden. "When were you going to tell me that you are getting married to Josh. My band's drummer. Really, Sophia how could you do this to me?" Harry never called me by my first name. He always called me by my nickname which was Soph.

"First of all Harry, I did not know and why do do you even care. I think Josh and I will make a nice family." I said with utter shame that this sentence left my mouth as I was saying it to the love of my life. Maybe I should just move on already. I might as well give up on Harry. Just as I was about to make another remark, I saw Harry's hand fly up, about to slap my cheek. I stopped it with seconds to spare. This new courage was made me feel alive. As I caught his hand, I couldn't believe he was actually going to hit me. I threw his arm to the side and slapped him right across the face. I used my pointing finger to accuse him and call him out. "Harold Edward Styles, don't you ever make the mistake of raising your hand on a female human being, especially me." He knew I meant it because in our relationship the accusing finger is worse than the middle finger.

"Then don't give me a reason to." He said while looking down at me.The height difference was really bugging me now. I felt that I was inferior to him. He, on the other hand found it funny. He started to laugh which irritated me even more. "You are so short. It's cute. I miss this Soph." He said sincerely.

"Well you clearly did not miss me last night while 'something kept you up.'"I said and then added ''And do not called me that."

''Come on I brought you a gift from Cheshire." He said trying to lighten the mood.

"Harry, you cheated on me, and you expect me to act all friendly around you. You seperated me from my family for two years. You seperated my best friend Gemma from me and made me depressed. You took everything from me,but all I want in return was you to be happy. I miss you too, but I thinking it's too late for our relationship to heal. Plus, you already gave me a wonderful gift." I said holding my head high.

"What?"He said, barely auditable.

"You care." I stated simply. Then, I left him standing alone in the garden to think about his regrets because he surely had some after our little conversation.