The Secret Princess (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 3: In-Zayn News

Chapter 3

 

SOPHIES POV:

Today wasn't my cup of tea. But it also showed me who I can trust and count on. Niall, Louis and Liam all have my back and I know that for sure. To think I was just so close to telling Harry my secret. What if I was to tell him before he was going to dump me? I pushed the thought into the back of my head. I didn’t want to think about it or the consequences.

Louis and I were always close growing up. We knew that we had to count on each other and get through this, so we made it easy. Whenever we got close to fighting, we'd compromise. Plus, we weren't going to make it hard for Jane and Mitchell-our actor parents. It was quite funny actually, because my parents couldn't have chosen better actors. Jane had beautiful, straight brown hair and hazel eyes. And Mitchell had short, soft brown hair with blue eyes.

I remember one time when I was eleven and Louis was twelve. He was beginning to start high school and one of the teachers that interviewed him commented on his eyes. She said, "Oh wow. You and your father have the same eyes!" And she started looking between the two of them as if it was some kind of miracle. If it wasn't for those two seconds of silence, I probably would've started cracking up. Yes, it was a serious matter, but I was eleven years old, so c'mon. They were truly the kindest fake parents anyone could ever ask for. They listened, helped me learn new things, even through the early stages of adolescence, they managed.

I was walking in the front door, when I saw Jane and Mitchell sitting down in the lounge room at the corner of my eye. They looked like they were having a serious discussion so I decided to leave them be and keep walking to go upstairs to my room. I needed to sit down and rest my mind for a bit. Today seemed to be a bit of a blur and I felt mentally shaken up.

"Sophie!" I heard Jane call after me. I guess my nap would have to wait.

I walked backwards and craned my head in the archway. "Yes?" I questioned her. Mitchell and Jane were sitting on the lounge, beside each other and had serious expressions on their faces. On the coffee table in front of them was a laptop. I didn’t even have the slightest idea on what was going on. And the stirring in my stomach told me that I didn’t think I’d like it.

"Your parents called today," Mitchell started, "they need to talk with you this afternoon. It's quite important. Right now in England, it is very early in the morning. They've stayed awake just to talk to you." It's quite important. What could be so important that they'd have to contact me now? I moved to stand completely in front of the arch way. My parents barely contact me throughout the years, so I could only imagine what they’d have to say.

"Um, okay. Well, how are they going to contact me?" I curiously questioned them. Though I didn’t really care, I just couldn’t get my mind off of why they wanted to talk to me in the first place. My mouth was just blurting out questions because of how anxious I was beginning to get.

"Through Skype." Jane said. She lifted up her laptop screen and motioned for me to come and sit next to her. She pressed the Skype webcam call button and they both stood up. They were leaving me. I felt so awkward, just sitting here by myself.

"We'll leave you to it." Mitchell said and they headed out of the room. Louis wouldn't be home for another half an hour or so because he and Liam went to hang out after school today. So I caught the bus home. It was just me, and the computer.

To be honest, sometimes at school I felt like Hannah Montana. Before you judge me, it's quite a reasonable comparison. I get treated the same as everyone else. If I did something bad, I got in trouble. If I had a fight with girls in my year, I would get hated on. I was just known as Sophie Tomlinson, who has a slight British accent because she moved here 8 years ago. Did I love the fact that I get treated the same? I don't know. Do I hate that I don't have servants coming to my side whenever I wanted? I don't know either. I haven't lived both lives long enough yet. My life was probably harder than Hannah Montana's.