The Cover Up | harry styles

chapter sixteen

Apologies for the late update! Been very busy lately. 

- Sophie's -

He inched closer to me and I felt my breath quicken. I wasn't lying when I said I was horrible at upfront confrontation. I just wished there was a script to refer to for this kind of things. There was no possible way of me to satisfy someone without hurting another person. 

"Is it?" he asked again, this time, I could already smell his cologne so close to me. 

"I can't answer that."

He chuckled at me, hidden within was pain. "You can't.... Or you WON'T?" he looked up. The same green eyes stared back at me and I felt like even my stubbornness was going away. 

It was a bad idea, I shouldn't have even followed him inside. I'm a cover-up not a real relationship. I was signed under a contract and that was how it was supposed to be like. Could you imagine what Claudia would do to me if I was his real girlfriend?

Nothing will be the same. She'll just dance around the fact and make use of it. For all I know, it'll no longer feel like a real relationship.

But what is it with me and over thinking? I wasn't even sure if I liked Harry the way he liked me back. I was nowhere close to how he felt - how could I say it was mutual? "I can't." I whispered out, my eyes firing up with a sternness to stop him for pestering me on.

"Okay." he simply said.

"Look, Harry. I need to go. If someone spots us here together--"

"We're dating remember?" he stated.

I knew, I just needed to get out of there because I couldn't stand being here and just hurting him even more the more I spoke. "I just need to go and sort things out." I explained to him honestly. He nodded slightly, knowing there's nothing he could do. As I reached for the handle, I looked back at him once again.

"This doesn't change the way I feel about you. Not one bit." he admitted. All I could do was flash a weak smile. Why does everything I do never go as planned? Literally. I'm starting to think I'm cursed. And under this sad curse falls the victims also known as the people I care about.

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I walked out fast, trying to reach for the refreshments as fast as I can. But the table was already filled with people I didn't know and making acquaintances isn't something I'm up for right now. 

"Hey, you okay?" a voice called out to me from behind.

I turned around to see Kendall standing by the stairs with her sister and another friend. "Yeah." I exhaled out, trying to calm my nerves.

"You look like you could use a drink." she pointed out, bringing her glass towards me.

I rejected the gesture politely. "I'm fine. Just not feeling my best at the moment."

"Have you seen Harry or any of the boys?" she asked. I looked at her, freezing at just the sound of his name. "I think we need a few 'thank yous' for buying their donations." she smiled at her sister. "It's a thing our dad does to support this event."

"I honestly don't know. Like I said, I'm not feeling my best."

Kendall looked at me, genuinely concerned. "Are you okay?" she asked, patting my arm softly. "The bathroom's at the end of the hall. It's huge so you'll have alot of breathing space to yourself." 

I thanked her quickly and gave a quick smile to her friends. Although loads of people are saying that you can never trust the Jenners, there isn't anything that is proving why I shouldn't. They seem like genuinely nice people.