Soft Side

Chapter one

On that fateful day, my life was changed in an instant.

It was a mere five years ago that my heart was torn in two by the person I never thought was capable of such corruption.

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I padded up the obnoxiously green carpeted stairs of a home that was not mine, but simply belonged to a family that weren't mine either. It belonged to a man and a woman - that's all they were to me. They weren't my adoptive parents in my eyes, but simply a man and a lady who had signed a piece of paper supplied by the government.

I pulled the wooden box from wardrobe, making sure not to drop it. I sat on my bed, opening the lid on the small box in front of me, taking out its contents. Photographs surrounding me with the faces of myself and Molly. Molly was my best friend who had caused me substantial amount of heartache when she moved half way across the globe with her parents. We hadn't even made it to secondary school together, and now we had both graduated from the schools we had attended. I couldn't believe it when she had left. I felt as if part of me had been ripped apart. We had been inseparable since we were little yet now it was impossible. Impossible to even talk to each other because of such a time difference. The girl in these photos, was the girl who healed and supported me during the time of my parents passing and the duration of the adoption I had undergone also.

A photo from a blissful winter flooded me with nostalgia, bringing me to a distant memory that I had forgotten even took place. Within this memory consisted my beautiful best friend Molly who was being her dippy-self; such memories pricked tears in my eyes.

Sun beams began to peer into the corner of my eye, blinding me in the process, then adjusting my position and cleared a tear from my eye. Just then, my phone began to buzz, bringing me out of my vivid memories. My breath hitched in my throat as I read the contact name over and over in disbelief; it was her. It was molly. I couldn't comprehend what was happening in that moment. How had we gone for so long barely talking to this moment.

I quickly answered the video call message with a huge grin. Her opening statement made me stop breathing for a brief moment, hearing the words "I'm coming back" fill my ears.

My heart stopped at that point. "H-how" was all I could utter out at that point. I heard a sniff come from the other side of the phone, whilst still being able to vision her smile.

"Well, you remember Calum don't you? He's coming to the U.K. to tour with One Direction... I can't believe it..." she states before trailing off. I had been a fan of their music, but I wasn't an obsessed fan like some people were. Sure, I had posters and concert tickets but I wasn't obsessed...That's normal, right?

"Sophie! Come downstairs, lunch is ready!" a voice echoed, a hesitant sigh leaves my lips in a state of despair.

"Listen, Molly..." I begin to say, "I need to go but PROMISE me you'll ring me back okay?" I then proceed to hang up the phone once sadness laced itself upon my being. I trudged down the ghastly stairs, settling myself on one of the uncomfortable dining room chairs. Instantly being questioned as to why I was crying and being told not to be stupid and that whatever Niall had done this time can't have been that bad. As I said, I wasn't obsessed right?

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As days passed, more crosses appeared on my calendar to mark the days until the day. Today. I had found my clothes on this cold yet sunny morning that would be considered suitable to go to a concert in. This was composed of a skin tight pair of denim blue jeans, teamed with a sparkled, low cut camisole and a leather jacket.

I stepped off of the train at Waterloo Station, jumping in a black taxi which was heading to the airport to meet her from her flight. The journey was long, feeling like an eternity as I watched car after car speed down the streets of London. The sight of planes coming into land getting closer and closer as we arrived at the airport.