Sophie POV;
My eyes widened as the redness rose to his face. Anger clearly building up inside of his body. “How could you?” He snapped throwing his hands into the air above his coloured hair.
“I-I was drunk Mikey, I-It meant n-“ I was cut off by a yell.
“Bullshit! You knew exactly what you were doing and you don’t regret it! Look in my eyes and tell me you regret it!” He shouts causing me to whimper as tears filled my eyes.
I couldn’t.
That was it. I couldn’t deny the fact I didn’t regret anything about that night.
“I’m so sorry ba-“ I started before his voice rose even more.
“Don’t ever call me that again! You’re nothing but a lying little cow!” He shouts. “Thank god I found out before I was made a bigger fool of!”
“Who told you Michael? Who’s to say you haven’t done it to me! Who’s to say you haven’t slept with someone behind my back without me knowing! Now you’re all big and famous now!” I shout. Confidence filling my body and tears covering my cheeks.
“Grace. Grace fucking told me. The least you could have done was admit it to me! Then I wouldn’t be so fucking angry!” He shouts as I shake my head.
“You would have just reacted exactly the same as now. It was wrong I know. Why would you even care! Just because you’re not the only one who gets to screw me!” I yell before four words caught my ear.
“Because I love you! I fucking love you Sophie but I really am considering whether I do or not right now.” He says sighing. He started off the sentences shouting, quieting down to a whisper as if he didn’t want to tell himself what he was about to.
“You…” I start before shaking my head. “I-I had no idea Michael… I’m so fucking sorry” I whisper stepping closer and settling my hand on his cheek.
“Stop. Stop playing your silly little games with me. Go and find a room with Harry. Go and screw him with me knowing now. Go and play your slutty little games with someone else.” He snaps, pushing my hand away and walking out of the room. My eyes followed him as they landed on Rebecca.
I shook my head holding my hand over my mouth.
All of this drama was caused by one small “mistake”.
“Becky… I-I…” I stutter as she shakes her head, pulling me into a tight hug and rubbing my back. My mascara now smudged down my face as I sobbed hard into her arms.
My best friend, just like the old times. Comforting me after stupid things that happened. Being the true friend she was.
“I didn’t mean it… I didn’t mean to hurt him… I love him…” I whisper, sobbing heavily again.
“What about Harry?” She says quietly, “Do you love him?” She whispers.
“I-“ I say quietly as I look at my feet.
“I don’t know…”
