Summer (A 1D Love Story)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12- Zoë’s POV

When we finally get back to Liam’s apartment, I am exhausted. I head straight to the shower and stay in it for almost half an hour. I hear Sophie slip in after. When both of us are done, we change into these:

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I curl up on the sofa with Liam and Sophie to watch TV. During the commercial breaks, we discuss plans for tomorrow. Someone mentions taking us to see all of London and I give a drowsy consent to Louis who wants to be our tour guide for the day. At some point during all this, I drift off into sleep. I vaguely sense someone carrying me to bed.

-Sophie’s POV-

Zoe’s fallen asleep, and Harry gets up to take her to our bed. I don’t think I like him. I can see Zoe’s almost over whatever happened, but it makes me uneasy. I want to scream at him, and ask why he left my best friend so hurt and alone.

When he comes back, an awkward silence falls over the room. I realize I haven’t spent time alone with the boys besides our first awkward introduction. I twirl the corner of my shirt, leaving it stretched out and worn. I frown.

“ So, Sophie...” Niall starts. I lift up my head, waiting for him to finish. He doesn’t.

“...Yeah?”

Zayn comes to my rescue by saying, “Why don’t you pick something to watch? I doubt you’re interested in-” he gestures to the TV, “Late night football.”  

I give a small smile. “Actually, I play soccer- er, football- for my school’s team. I’m thinking about applying for a sports scholarship somewhere if I don’t get into FIT.”

“Oh, cool.” Zayn says, and returns his attention back to the television.

“What position you play?” Niall asks.

“Defence. Usually center or left.”

“Yeah I used to play a lot myself.” His cute Irish accent makes him pronounce it like ‘meself’. “My position was typically forward or right wingback.”

Thus begins a friendly conversation that releases the tension. The rest of the boys and I talk about everything from sports to music and art. It’s funny how fast we become friends, although Harry doesn’t talk much and Zayn seems to be keeping his distance. I was actually starting to really like him, and I felt like we had a connection from the start, but now I’m not so sure... He’s making it so unclear. We all chat late into the night, and at a little after midnight Liam and I call it quits, each heading off to our respective rooms. I brush my teeth, pop in some headphones and fall asleep to my iPod on shuffle.