Sophie POV;
I quickly opened my eyes, hearing shuffling of feet as I coughed awkwardly. “I should uh- go and check on everyone, yeah…” I say quietly trying to convince myself that I had given a fairly reasonable excuse. A small cough leaving my lips as I looked down at my lap before clambering down quietly, avoiding any type of eye contact that would make the whole scene I was in more awkward that it already was.
I shuffled into the sitting room, curling back up to Michael with my legs across his lap and my hand sliding into his. Rebecca’s eyes looked into mine with confusion at most likely three main factors;
1) What about Michael?
2) Why was I about to kiss Harry?
3) Why had I changed so much?
These three questions could be covered with one single answer. I didn’t know. Nothing seemed to be the same as before. Rebecca seemed more confident. Liam was as famous as you could get. I was sleeping with the same guy with no relationship.
We had all changed.
The only thought running through my mind right now was simply; what is going on with me and Michael? Were we together? Was it simply fuck buddies with no feelings at all?
The whole ordeal with him confused me to a ridiculous point. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
I was considering going back to the hotel room, but Harry decided now was a good time to walk into the living room again. Without a tray of food…
“What happened to the food mate?” Niall said looking confused as Harry’s eyes stayed focused on me. Sorrow, confusion and a hint of hurt filling his eyes as he looked away painfully slowly as I sighed quietly, burying my face in Michael’s neck.
Two fingers lifting my chin again and looking into my eyes, asking me if I was okay, only to receive a nod. His lips slowly falling onto mine and his fingers moving to caress my cheek.
I know this was wrong.
Especially after what had literally just happened with Harry.
But Michael’s kisses were addicting. So was plenty of other things about him. But I couldn’t leave what I did with Michael. I just couldn’t bring myself to hurt him.
Hurt him the way I had most likely hurt Harry.
