The Cover Up | harry styles

chapter fifteen

I didn't forget to update! (: 

- Sophie's -

I wrapped my arms around my pillow as I laid my head on my bed. Amber was right beside me, having a blast with her bag of pretzels. The TV was going on but I wasn't paying much attention to it. To add on, I've already watched '13 going 30' at least ten times. 

"They should make a sequel." Amber spoke up, munching on her pretzels. "You know, let her grow up and then make her wish she was 13 again. Then it'd be... 30 going 13." she continued to blabber on. "I'm a movie genius."

I sat up, sighing at how restless I'm feeling.

"I'm guessing someone's distracting you right now." she pointed out. "Or should I say someone & someone else is distracting you right now."

I raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a look. "I am not distracted by them. I just feel really... ewwish right now." I tried to explain. Once again, the words in my mouth just come out as a waterfall of word vomit. Maybe I was really distracted.

"It's been a week since it's happened and you're not even doing shit about it." Amber said, disregarding her usage of words.

"Thanks, Ambs." I thanked sarcastically as I rolled out of bed. "I think the best thing for me to do is to ignore both of them until they come to me."

Amber sat up as well, putting down her bag of pretzels to give me her full attention. "Stop being a baby about it, Sof. God dammit, two members of the most popular boy-band have actual gave their hearts to you and here you're acting like a god damn victim."

"I'm not acting like a god damn victim!" I argued back at her. "I just don't want to hurt anyone."

Just in the midst of my argument, my phone started to ring. Amber & I let loose some steam as the blaring sound of my phone continued to go on in the background. After much hesitation, I finally moved off from my spot and took the phone in my hands.

Just as I did that, the phone stopped ringing. "Who is it?" Amber asked in a calmer tone.

"I don't know." I said, pushing my hair behind my ears. "It's an unknown number." I threw my phone back on the bed and plopped myself on it again. "Am I a bad person, Amber?" I asked, feeling exhausted.

It must have shown on my face because Amber went ahead to hug me tightly. "You're not a bad person." she whispered in my ear, the feeling of her warm breath on my shoulders. "You can't help it if there's no feelings to return."

We sat there in silence, still hugging each other. Times like these, I wish I was still the normal Sophie Hartman who could walk down the street without feeling the pressure of eyes on her. Or at least have the basic human rights to make decisions for myself.

I'm 20 to re-enforce it once again and yet all my decisions are made by other people. 

My phone started to ring again as I pulled away from Amber. I wasn't sure if I was going to answer it, fearing it'd be some news magazine wanting some insider details about Harry & my relationship. "Answer it. It might be your dad for all you know." Amber urged me.

"I saved his number, Ambs." I reminded her, looking at the screen.

"You never know." she shrugged. Just as I was about to answer my phone, my mother butted into the room. I tossed my phone to the side as I got ready to give my empowering pose. Let's just say, things at home weren't any better and I'm still angry at my mother.

She walked in with a box in her hands. "Someone sent this over." she informed me. "It's from Modest! Management..." she dreaded on, sounding a little less superior than she usually seems.