Chapter 25

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Rebecca’s POV:

I allowed Sophie to stay over in my room that night so we could have girly time to take her mind off of the situation for a little while. I went out the room to get some Oreos and cookies from the kitchen. When I had returned, Sophie had her suitcase packed in the corner of the room.

“What’s that for?” I asked getting nervous. Her eyes darted to the case which was still decorated in stars.

“Oh... I collected my stuff from Michael’s room… I figured I would be staying with you a while” She whispered preventing herself from crying for the billionth time. 

“Ah” I said, it seemed odd how everything was packed, not even her charger out but I pushed the thought away. 

I was awoken by a dog barking from a house nearby. I groaned rolling off the bed and dragging myself to the window. Still dark. Once I’ve woken it takes ages for me to get back to sleep. I whined at this thought and went over to turn my light on but thought against it because Sophie was probably still sleeping. I tip toed over to the door and tried to open it quietly. The loud creak made me cringe as I looked back at where Sophie had fallen asleep earlier.

No one was there. Her bed was empty.

I ran to the light switch and looked around hoping to find her suitcase still in the corner of the room.

It wasn’t there? All the possibilities crept into my mind and I panicked. I ran out the door and to the living room.

A small piece of paper caught my eye almost immediately and I grabbed it. Through my heavy tears, I read what you could say was my worst nightmare. 

(“Hey Becca, or whoever finds this. I just want you to know I love you all and I didn’t mean to mess up everyone’s friendships. I couldn’t stay to see everyone break apart and I knew if I stayed any longer then it was inevitable. So… I’ve left to go back home. Not Wolverhampton home… Australia. I’ll miss you guys so much. I just can’t do this anymore… 

Goodbye, Sophie”)

By now my cheeks were stained with tears as fresh ones continued to burn down my face. I scrunched up the letter and threw it at the wall and ran to Niall’s room. I knocked, desperate for an answer but there wasn’t one. 

I know I told myself to keep my didstance from Ashton since me and Sophie fell out but I needed him now, no matter how mad he is at me. I swiftly ran to Ashton’s room. I banged on the door loudly and by the 5th knock he opened it. 

“Woah Bo- I mean Rebecca.” I sighed. He’s still mad at me.

“I don’t care how much you hate me for not telling you about you know what but I don’t care right now. I need you to drive me to the Airport. And fast.” I grabbed ahold of him and pulled him towards the shared living room. 

“Slow down Rebecca! I’m only in boxers and I don’t even have my car with me.”

“I wouldn’t care if you were naked and you can use the rent car Niall used to go to the bowling alley in, I just need to get there.” 

“Why do you need to go so bad? It’s half 1?!” He said pulling on some joggers that were lying on the kitchen floor by the washing machine. 

“Sophie went and decided now was a good time to fucking leave me and go back to Australia. She’s already left me once; I’m not letting it happen again.” I was crying in front of Ashton and I could see him smile a little. “Stop smiling you idiot!” I cried more and he quickly frowned, grabbed the keys off the side and ran downstairs, me following close behind.

We got in the car immediately and drove to the Airport. It was a long and quiet drive. All you could hear were my sobs and his sighs. “Shh. It’s okay” He whispered rubbing my thigh to calm me. 

I stayed staring out the window watching as the world went by. When we came to a stop, I looked down to find myself in a vest and pj shorts. I had no other choice then to go out in them. Without wasting any more time I got out and grabbed Ashton, dragging him inside. 

“Sophie?!” I shouted out, sobbing loudly, the whole airport watching me as I pushed and shoved through crowds of people, standing on my tip toes to see over all their heads. Damn, I hate being short. “Sophie!” I cried out again desperately. I heard the Sydney flight being called out and my face paled.

I ran to the boarding flights. My eyes caught a glimpse of blonde hair with a small tint of pink who was making their way up the stairs towards the entrance of the plan. 

“SOPHIE!” I screamed out to her. I saw as her body froze and turned towards me.

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