Sophie POV
Why would Harry do that?
Why would he try and kiss me when he knew all too well how I felt about Michael?
Everything was going wrong lately. Rebecca left. Harry tried to kiss me. I slept with Calum and Liam.
Why does everything seem to happen to me?
The door swung open revealing a red faced and very angered looking Michael.
“What the hell do you think you’re playing at?” He yelled throwing his arms in the air.
“What do you mean Michael?” I sigh exhausted. Stressing really did ware me out and his shouting really wasn’t helping.
“You slept with both Calum and Liam! One I could let go but both of them?” He yelled slamming the door as I looked at him.
“Harry told you didn’t he?” I say sighing as I stand up from the bed slowly.
“Why does it matter who told me? Yes it was Harry but that has nothing to do with it!” He yelled again. Does he really have to yell?
Anger rose in my body as I shook my head. “I’m going to murder that boy someday.” I growl under my breath, clenching my fists at my sides.
“You slept with them didn’t you? You haven’t even bothered to fucking deny it!” He yelled throwing his hands forward. He didn’t seem to care that the rest of the boys could most likely hear us shouting and screaming.
“We weren’t even together Michael! Why does it matter?” I snap looking straight in his eyes. “We weren’t dating so you can’t control me!” I yell shaking my head as I look at him again.
“You still slept with my best friend and someone you grew up with?” He snaps as I laugh sarcastically.
“Oh sorry, must have slipped my mind” I say sarcastically shaking my head as I turn my back to him.
“Why are you acting like you were before Sophie? I thought I could trust you? I thought what we had was real this time?” He says quietly. He eyes focused on me for an answer.
“I’m not acting like I used to! We weren’t together Michael! You have no say in what I do when we aren’t together! You could have slept with someone e-“ I started yelling before being cut off in the best way I could think of.
His lips pressed against my own.
My arms were up in the air from being in mid-rant, but soon falling down to his tshirt as I hold it gently. My back pressed to the wall with his fingers gently stroking my cheek.
“I’m fed up of arguing with you Soph… I love you too much… You know, I much rather prefer kissing you…” He whispers as I giggle softly at his comment.
“Then don’t stop Michael…” I say softly biting my lip. “Kiss me again” I smirk softly.
His lips pressed to mine, hopefully full of forgiveness.
