Sophie POV;
I was quite contently cuddled up against Harry’s warm body, both still naked. A shout filled the room, causing me to groan and bury my face further into Harry before looking up to see Rebecca. What the heck was she doing in the same room as Harry and myself?
“What the hell do you think you’re playing at?! Get yourself sobered up and put some clothes on you. I want answers and quick.” She growled as I rubbed my eyes, placing a tender kiss to Harry’s temple before grabbing his plaid shirt and my now dry bikini bottoms, slowly padding over to her hotel room and opening the door.
“What do you want? It’s 10 in the fucking morning” I groan rubbing my forehead, taking a couple of the tablets she had taken from beside Harry.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t sleep with two different boys! Especially when their best friends!” Rebecca shouted, throwing her hands into the air for emphasis on the sentence.
“I don’t know! I was drunk! Could you please stop shouting! I have such a bad hang over” I groan rubbing my head softly.
“Being drunk isn’t an excuse Sophie.” She said as I sighed shaking my head.
“I know, but, to be truthful to you, I don’t regret any part of it.” I say shrugging. I probably seemed like a horrible person right now, saying I didn’t regret most likely tearing a friendship apart.
Truth be told. I was falling slowly in love with Harry.
Truth be told. I was falling slowly in love with Michael.
“Where did my best friend go? The one who was innocent and read books with me…” She says quietly as I shake my head.
“She didn’t go anywhere. She just grew up.” I said looking down at my hands. A love bite prominent on my neck from the scene made last night.
“Growing up doesn’t mean becoming a slut and playing two innocent boys Sophie! You have to make a choice!” Rebecca shouted as I shook my head.
That was it. My own best friend was calling me everything to do with sleeping around. This was never how I imagined us to be. I wasn’t a slut. I wasn’t a whore. I wasn’t anything remotely like that. I enjoyed sex. She would too if she would at least try it. It was true I had changed, but for the better. I was more confident and so much happier with my life. I wasn’t boring like I used to be.
“I’m not the only one needing to make a choice. I’m not the only one playing two boys Rebecca. Look at yourself. Ashton is my best friend. Don’t even think of breaking either of their hearts” I said quietly before opening the door and closing it behind me, not wanting to see any type of reaction she had.
