The Promise

Chapter 1

That’s a load of bullshit! protested Niall, he through a pillow at the television screen as he yelled, “SHE COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT YOU LAD!” as they watched The Notebook. “Love at first sight is so silly, this whole movie is bullshit! Harry whispered under his breath as he laughed.

“Looks like Harry hasn’t gotten laid in a while.” Zayn said jokingly. Louis and Niall joined in a hysterical laughter, Niall laughing so much he fell of the couch. Liam turned and scowled them all

 “Not precisely” said Louis giving Harry a slight wink. But clearly Harry wasn’t in the mood to joke around, not even with his boo bear.

“Oh hush up Zayn! You’re such an arse!” snarled Harry.

“Whatever” replied Zayn as he turned and continued watching the movie.

“I’m hungry! Niall cried. I’ma go get some food. Any of you lads want food?”

“No stay Niall…” said Harry. Niall obediently sat back down. “I’ll get the food, I need some fresh air anyways. I’m gonna get some food now, do any of you other than fatty over here want some?”

“HEYYY! NOT FUNNY” Niall shouted.

Everyone stayed concentrated on the film while Harry waited for an answer he never received. He grabbed his keys from the mahogany coffee table, and headed out of the flat.

Harry began fast- walk as he felt a bit tense walking alone in the lonely dark streets. He was glad it was late at night and usually no one was out. He didn’t want to deal with the pap.  His favorite nearby pizzeria was just around the corner; he could feel weight being lifted off his shoulders as he got closer, so began to run. As he reached the corner he felt a thud, followed by excruciating pain on the right side of his head, then he felt as if he had blanked out for a couple of seconds.

As the opened his eyes he noticed a beautiful brunette with wavy hair that cascaded down to her waist, and with some mystical, translucent, pale green eyes, that he could just get lost in. He felt as though he had been hypnotized by her beauty. 

“What the hell is you’re problem!? She exclaimed! “Watch it! Next time you shouldn’t be running like a manic in the streets at midnight, its pitch black out here!” She said as she stood up picking up what had fallen out of her bag.

Harry felt as though he had been dragged out of his fantasy. “I’m so sorry.” he apologized, as he managed to stand up. He began to help her pick up her belongings, his hand ended up picking up her i.d. card.

“Hello, Sophie!” he said flashing her a cheeky smile.

“Give me that!” she hissed at him.

“Since I know you’re name, I suppose it would be fair if I tell you mine, My name’s Harry.” He said as he began wink at her.

“Oh don’t be silly! I know who you are! Nice wink by the way, I bet that’s how you get all the ladies. She said flirtingly.

“Ha very funny!”  he shot a smile at her. “So what’s a beautiful girl like you doing out this late?” still giving her that same cheeky smile.

“Oh um nothing…”

“Oh god please don’t tell me you’re a prostitute!”

“NO! I’m not a fucking prostitute! JESUS!” she barked, as she playfully smacked him.

“Ouch! Hey what was that for!?” Harry complained in a hushed low tone.

“For calling me a bloody prostitute!” she shouted and followed it with a laugh.

“I’m  sorry Sophie… I really am. I just assumed since you seemed worried about telling me or um like you were hiding something, and it night time which doesn’t help.”

“So you randomly assume anyone girl out at night is a prostitute? Anyways, I work at the restaurant down the street. Not as a prostitute. For your information.”

“Sorry for asking, but a restaurant… this late? Asked Harry concernedly. 

“Yeah. It’s a quite fancy one and they close at late. I play piano there every night.”

“It’s 12:20 am and you just got out of work? That must suck!” Harry responded.

“WHAT! 12:20?” Oh shit… I’m going to be late!”

“Ha is it past your bed time babe? Harry joked, trying to make her worried face transform into a smile.

“No you idiot, I’m going to be home late and my step dad doesn’t like that!”

“Want me to walk you there? Um, you know, um so you can be safe” asked Harry while showing Sophie his irresistible smile.

“Um, sure” said Sophie shyly smiling.

The walk was silent, but not awkward at all. They occasionally looked at each other and smiled, Harry’s hand would coincidently rub against Sophie’s’ when he would try to get closer to her. Harry caught glimpse of her smiling at the ground as she heard his beautiful voice saying “Night Babe” as they arrived to Sophie’s destination.

“Goodnight Harry” whispered Sophie as she lifted her head and looked right into those majestic green eyes.

“So will I see you again?” cheerfully asked a happy Harry.

“Hopefully…” responded Sophie as she grinned at the cute enthusiastic curly- haired boy in front of her. As she walked in, Harry waved goodbye, and headed back home.

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Sophie’s POV:

I walked into my apartment and saw Harry turn around and walk away. I could feel my cheeks burning up and butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to kiss him so bad! But I’m not the type of girl that kisses boys the first time they meet, but he was so perfect: his eyes, laugh, hair, and that smile of his just made me want to melt, just everything about him had me crazy. WhenI saw him, I instantly felt my heart rate rise and my blood start rapidly flowing through my body. It was all just such a beautiful moment…

But that feeling soon went away after Sophie heard heavy footsteps behind her….

It was her step dad… And he was drunk again. Not a surprise.

“Why the hell are you late Sophie?” yelled Mark from behind the sofa that separated the both of them.

He was drunk I could tell, I could smell the strong hint of alcohol, and then the bottle of beer in his hand made it obvious. He walked closer signaling me he was waiting for my answer.

“I just got out of work Mark”

“You lying whore! Don’t lie to me! You know what happened to your mother when she lied to me.”

“Mark don’t hit me please, you’re drunk, don’t do it, I swear I was working” pleaded Sophie.

But before I knew it, I was on the floor sobbing. No doubt Mark gave me a black eye, it wouldn’t be the first time. I saw the look of hatred in Mark’s eyes. ‘Why’ is all I could ask myself. Why did Mark hate me so much!? I saw Mark beginning to raise his hand up slowly, I backed up, got up and ran to my room before Mark had gained the energy to hit me again. I proceeded to do the same routine I always did when this happened, I would always lock door, turn off the lights and just close my eyes. The tears would just naturally find their way to my eyes, and just travel down my cheeks. Times like this were when I missed having my mother around. What happened to her telling me everything would be alright? She promised…

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So the picture of the girl on the side (If you not reading on mobile app) well that kinda how I picture the way Sophie looks . I procrastinated a lot while writing this. I hope it's good and you guys like it! That is if anyone reads this story.... thank you :)