Disposition -Harry Styles

Chapter 1

Authors Note-

Okay guys this is the first ever thing I’ve ever wrote. I would love to write something to entertain you but I need practise? I wanted to start writing for this reason and also because I’m on break now so I have a lot of free time, instead of wasting that time I want to invest it on here. I’m willing to work hard on this story if you guys are willing to read the first few chapters that probably aren’t that good? Deal? Also I would really appreciate it if I could have your feedback? Would you read this? I want this to be our story not just mine. Everything is copy righted. I know this has been long so sorry…   -heyybabyy

Sophie's POV- 

"Honey, up you get. It’s eight in the morning." I felt gentle shakes on my arm. "Miss Sophie, come on." and the curtains were whipped open. The daylight pierced through my eyelids. "I'm up Martha, I'm up. Just close the curtains." I mumbled. “I’m going to leave the curtains open and I want you to leave your eyelids open too. Make sure your downstairs in 10 minutes. The breakfast is nearly done.” With that Martha closed my door and left. Martha’s the housemaid her job is to take care of me since I don’t have a mother and my fathers never home. I yawned and stretched my arms while throwing the covers off of me. I found my way into the shower and put myself underneath the steaming water with still sheltered eyelids.

Finally I brushed my teeth and decided to step out. Just as I entered my room I heard Martha screaming down stairs. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Let me change unless you want to be scarred by my nakedness. Two minutes” I quickly threw on a pair of blue light wash jeans and a jumper. I started to braid my hair while running down stairs. Wet hair annoys me and I have to hold it back and off of my face. I usually plait it because when its dry and you open it you get slightly curly hair, it's nice. As I made my way into the kitchen I started to get whiffs of pancakes and berries. “Morning” I smiled and pulled out my chair while piling my pancakes with yogurt and berries with a little sprinkle of nuts. “It smells great Martha. What would I do without you?” I exclaimed while shovelling food in my mouth. Martha just smiled and shook her head at my childlike behaviour. “You know Miss Sophie, your father called this morning and told me to let you know that you will be going out for dinner today since he’s home for the weekend.” Martha informed while washing the dirty dishes. “I’ll be ready, I guess?” Martha frowned. “Don’t worry honey; you’ll have a good time.” “Sure” I replied sarcastically. Don’t get me wrong I appreciate everything my dad does for me, it’s just we don’t have the best bonding since he’s never home. I know that when he is home he tries to spend time with me but as soon as a bond is about to be formed he leaves again. I also understand that I wouldn’t be living like I am if it wasn’t for my dad and his hard work, but sometimes It’s just difficult knowing you have a dad, but feeling like you don’t. “I’m going to go upstairs and pick out something to wear.” I Informed Martha, put my dishes near the sink and jogged upstairs.