Sparks Fly (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 4: "PEOPLE Knows All"

Sofia’s POV:

I don’t know.

I guess I didn’t really care about what people thought of me until today. I knew today was going to be a bad day, because of the weather. I know, that sounds cliché and immature, but it’s true. The weather honestly gives me a preview of my day, good or bad. And since all my roommates were out until very late today, it was especially bad.

I had never been a lucky person, ever.

The bad luck all started that night at the Crunchy Taco I suppose. Meeting Harry was the good – I’m sorry, AMAZING, news - but, the paparazzi were the ones that started this. I guess I don’t hate them, because after all, it’s their job, but I’m not even dating Harry, and I’m already the most hated person on the planet. Or so it seems.

I guess it just takes one blurry picture of a celebrity and a normal teen to make the front page saying,

“Harry Styles Caught With His New Girlfriend? People Knows All!”

No, I thought as I read the title. No. People certainly does NOT know all. I mean, I myself barely know anything!

As I clicked the blue highlighted tab, I read the article out loud to myself.

“Blah blah blah… Harry hands number to girl… Girl gives number to Harry… Girl confirms dating rumours…”

“WHAT?” I screamed.

A dreadful thought suddenly occurred to me.

I quickly clicked the new tab link, and logged to my private twitter account. I clicked on my profile, and I suddenly saw thousands of hate messages flooding my profile page.

“Okay… why does @Harry_Styles even like you anyway… youre not even pretty… LAME”

“lolol what a slut. They barely even know each other at all… I call bullshit. Sarry isn’t even real. I hate this fandom like omg. The girlfriends are always ugly sluts”

Those were just some of the comments that pierced through my mind as I scrolled down. Page after page after page full of hate.

Tears formed at the corners of my eyes, and I wiped them away with my sweater sleeve. I can’t cry. I refuse to. But it’s so hard not to. People you don’t even know bombarding you with hate is a terrible, hurtful thing to go through, no matter who you are.

I quickly picked up my phone and dialed Harry’s number.

He picked up after the first ring.

“Hey, babe. How are you doing?” he said cheerfully.

“Harry”, I said trying to pull myself together, “Have you checked twitter recently?”

“No…” he said hesitantly. “Why? What happened Sof. Tell me.”

I took a deep breath and said, “Just please check it while I’m on the phone. Oh, and you should be tagged in most of the comments, so just go to your profile.”

After 2 minutes of silence, I finally heard his slow, deep voice echo into the phone.

“Oh my god” he said, his voice cracking on the word ‘god’.

“Yeah…”I said. “Look Harry, I like you, I really, REALLY do, but this has just gone too far. What if my professors see this…?” I trailed off. “Oh my god if they see this…”

I started to cry a little, but then I remember Harry was still on the phone.

“Sofia, honey, please don’t cry. I’ll be over at your house in a minute. I only have 2 weeks left in New York City, and I’m not leaving you here in pain. Wait for me.” Then he hung up.

I sat on my bed and cried for a little while, when I heard a knock on my dorm room door.

I slowly walked to the door, and opened it without looking through the peephole. NOT a good idea in the city.

Harry immediately ran into my arms and hugged me tight. At first I was surprised, but then I hugged him back, resting my head in between his shoulder and his neck. It was hard to do, since he was 5 inches taller than me. We stood in the doorway like that for 3 minutes, when I finally let go and stared at him, with my arms still wrapped around his neck, and his arms still around my waist.

I knew I looked horrible. My makeup was smeared down my face, and I usually wore a lot, because I wasn’t as pretty as my friends. My silky hair looked like crap in the high pony tail, and I just wore running shorts and a New York Yankees sweatshirt.

Harry looked into my eyes and smiled.

“You’re beautiful”, he said.

I was taken aback from the comment, because I hadn’t been called beautiful in what seemed like forever. Not even by Andrew.

I quickly let my arms fall from his neck, and I walked over into my bedroom. I fell on the bed and let my face sink into the soft duvet while I held my breath. I sat up and wiped my makeup off onto the blanket, leaving a huge black streak right on in the middle. I sighed and looked up to see Harry in the doorway. He looked extremely upset. I hated seeing him like that. I honestly did. He looked so innocent, but so stressed at the same time. Even though I had only known him for 3 days, I could tell he was special. I know, it was only 3 days! That’s crazy! I can’t love someone in that short of a time, but when you see that special person, you just know. And I just knew. Right there in the doorway, that he was the one. He really was. I had never felt that was about anyone before.

He walked over to the bed, and sat down next to me, resting his right hand on my thigh. I breathed in and out slowly, and then grabbed my computer. I pulled up the twitter screen, and saw a very, very recent tweet from Harry.

“Hi everyone. This is just a little message to the ‘fans’. The messages you sent Sofia were disgusting, and I have never been so ashamed of anyone in my life. She makes me happy, and you need to accept it. Thank you to all the fans that didn’t send her hate. I love you guys @sofiagabriellef”

I gasped and looked at Harry with my mouth open. He looked down at me with a stupid smirk on his face. He slowly leaned down and kissed me.

I kissed back.

I hadn’t been this happy since I can’t even remember.

I remember it as the best day of my life.

It still is.

Meh heh heh heh

HI

I hope you like it c:

~Sofia~