The Cover Up | harry styles

chapter eighteen

3 weeks later...

- Sophie's -

I'm going through the same day

Same place, same way I always do
Then I saw you from the corner of my eye
And it hit me like a ton of bricks, 
I can't lie
Oh you got to me
My life was alright living in black and white
But you changed my point of view

Show me your colours
Show me your colours
Cuz without you I'm blue
(Without you I'm blue)

Hurry up and save me
Hurry up and save me
Hurry up and save me
Hurry up and save me
I just wanna feel alive
And I do when I'm with you 

I completed my round around the corner, stabalising my breathing. I could feel the friction under my shoes and I was determined to make it home without slowing down my pace. The music continued to blast through my earphones as the sight of the house appeared in my view.

I continued jogging, passing by a group of teenage boys a lot younger than I was. By the time I reached the front porch, I slowed down and jogged on the spot, lifting my legs higher and higher. When I managed to catch my breath, I stopped and made my way inside.

Nodding my head to the music, I rushed towards the fridge and grabbed a carton of milk from it. "Morning." a voice called out behind me.

I turned around, pulling out my earphones to see my father joining me at the counter of the kitchen. "Morning, dad." I smiled as I pulled out a bowl of cereal I had prepared before my run. 

"Should I be worried?" he asked, pouring himself a glass of coffee I made earlier in the morning.

"About?" 

He shrugged a little, being hesitant to ask me. "Well, ever since you got here you jog every morning & night. I mean, it's cool that you're keeping yourself in shape but should I be worried?" he speculated.

I smiled reassuringly at my father as I poured the milk into a bowl. "No, you don't. I like jogging. It clears my mind and it's been helping me a lot..." I dragged on, not wanting to bring up the topic again. I mean, how awkward is it to talk to your dad about your... girl problems.

"Well... You look great now." my father interrupted the silence. "Not that you didn't look great before. You look better now-- But last time you were just as healthy! Just that--"

I giggled at this. "I get it, Dad." I snickered. "And thank you. It's good to know I'm burning off good calories." 

I smiled back at him, dunking into my bowl of cereal immediately. "Your mother called." he mentioned. I looked up at him and sarcastically nodded my head. "She wants to know when you're arriving back in London."

"Wow, The Mother is interested in my well-being. What a twist..." I joked, taking a mouthful of cereal.

"Sophie, I'm serious." he furrowed his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes at him. Obviously, I was just joking. "I know you are. That makes one of us." I mumbled. "I'll text mom the details and whatever..."

"It's your last day here. Whatcha' say we get some dinner and a movie and I'll drive you to the airport?" my father suggested, taking a bite from my cereal. I squinted my eyes at him for not asking permission to eat MY food.

"I would love to... But first, I gotta meet Kendall before that." 

He looked up at me, surprised. "Since when have you & Kendall Jenner become best friends?"

"Since I didn't have any friends when I stepped into this country." I explained. "Hey, two spoons is enough. Are you trying to eat my breakfast for me?" I complained, grabbing my bowl of cereal away, defensively.