Lets 'Talk'

HURT

Sophie's POV

Words will never begin to describe the awkwardness of the past few days. I have currently managed to get by with saying only a less-than-polite 'hi' or a 'thanks' to Harry. I feel hurt for Niall, so i don't want to leave him but I am not enjoying sharing a 4 bedroomed appartment with my ex. Since I arrived 3 days ago, I have been trying to track Nicola down, its strange her not texting or ringing or even snapchatting me at least one thing. We're usually so close, even when i'm away for work. I need to find her, not only for Niall, but for me too. 

"Soph?" I was broken from my thoughts from the artificially blonde haired irish man stood in the bedroom doorway. "I'm gonna cook some food, what do you want?" 

His voice, still as broken sounding as when I first arrived. "I'll come and help" I smiled, closing down my laptop screen and standing from the made, double bed. 

Me and Niall walked down the narrow hallway together, turning off at the kitchen. To my suprise, Harry was purched on one of the counters. I decided to be the 'bigger person' and ignored this fact. 

I try to get along with him, I try so hard but....I just can't. He is different to other ex's, all he put me through, all he is still putting me through, I just wish he wasn't here. 

"So, what do we want?" Niall questioned once again. 

Neither me or Harry said a word. "I'll choose then" Niall laughed. "Sophie, could you wash these for me?" he chirped, handing me some carrots. I turned to the sink and started to run the water. 

"And Harry, could you reach into that cupboard and pass me the mixed herbs?" 

A couple of seconds passed by before Harry's reply "..Urmm, yeah I guess" 

For a minute I questioned his hesitation, until I felt his body, shadow over mine. I looked up and saw a cupboard over my head and Harry's arm over my sholder. His movements we're slow, he took his time. I'm pretty sure his repulsive mind was enjoying the torture he was putting me through. 

After this carried out for a minute or two, I couldn't help but look up at him in attemped for him to move. Awkward eye contact was all I recieved, but I didn't wanna be the first to look away, looking week to his torture. 

"HARRY!" 

Niall's voice took the curly haired boys attention, making him drop the heavy tin that was in his hand. 

"AAhhh" I gritted my teeth and tried to bare the pain from the heavy object compressing my nerves.

"I am so sorry" His facial expressions for once actually looked concerened. 

"Forget about it" I smiled (a fake smile of course), before leaving the kitchen and entering the bathroom. I rinced the blood from my hand with the warm water for a while before i was satisfied that the wound was clean. I then took a plaster from the cabinet and placed it over the wound. 

I made my way back to the bedroom I was staying in and saw my phone on the table beside the bed. I turned it on and, to my suprise there was a text from Nicola: 

*Hey Soph, sorry i haven't answered. I'm just clearing my head. Don't worry i'm safe and sound with my mum and dad. Love you* 

The first thought to go through my mind was 'has she talked to Niall'. 

"Niall, Have you talked to Nicola today?" I asked, returning to the kitchen. 

"No why?" Instead of telling him, I showed him the text before he rushed out of the room. I decided to leave him for a while. 

"Is there anything that needs doing?" I asked, using as little amount of words as I could. 

"Niall was stiring this" He replied, quietly, gesturing at a pan on the hob. I didn't reply. 

I picked up the wooden spoon and carried on stiring, while Harry was pealing some potatoes at the sink. It was silent for 5 minutes, it was unberable. 

"Hows your hand?" He murmered. 

"Sour!" I didn't take my eyes off the pan. 

"I am sorry you know? I didn't do it on purpouse"  The worried tone in his voice made me laugh a little bit. 

"It's fine!" 

"Well let me see" His voice got louder as he got closer and grabbed my arm. "I'll wrap it for you, its the least I could do!" Anger and sadness was still aparent in his voice. 

Harry's POV

As much as I disliked her, I felt bad. I mean there is no plessure in hurting her by accident. I told her to sit down at the table and I grabbed the first aid kit from a cupboard. I sat down opposite her and grapped an anti-ceptic wipe and a large plaster. I reached across and grabbed her hand, it was smooth and soft,  her nails were extended and painted red. The cut was large and deep, which added to my guilty concience. Somehow, this reminded me of old times, of when we were together. Neither one of us said a word but I could tell she was nervouse of me being near her because her hand was tenced. I finally placed the plaster on the cut and started smoothing down the sides. 

"All done?" I smiled lifting up my head, she turned to look at me. 

"Thankyou!" The smile was returned, somehow..I couldn't move my head, I wanted to - but I couldn't. 

Realising I was still strocking her hand I let go, and managed to avert my eyes as Niall reentered the room. "Did I interupt something?" He smiled, this must have been his plan, keeping us both here. It was clear to me now. 

"No, he was just wrapping my hand, its the least he could do!" Sophie replied, repeating my words from earlier. "Are you okay?" 

"Yes, I have some good news." His smile was still visable. "Tomorrow, the three of us are going on a road trip!" 

"What, where?" The anouncement sent caution signals through my skull, being sat in a car with Sophie for what could be a endless seeming amount of time, didn't sound that fun. 

"We're going to Scotland, I've been talking to Nicola's farther, and apparently she hasn't stopped saying how much she misses me, so we're going to bring her back!" Niall's face showed how happy he was about this plan, and it did sound good. The sooner Nicola is back, I aren't forced to be near Sophie. 

"Niall, we're in London, do you realise how long it will take?" Sophie stated, she had a point. "It'll take hours Niall" 

"Like i said 'Roadtrip" Niall had the look in his face of a man who could not be persuaded out of this plan. 

The three of us sat down and ate our meal that was finally ready, by the time we'd finished I think we we're tired of trying to talk Niall out of his 'genious' plan and agreed to help him. Of course we knew that there's a chance we could drive all that way and Nicola could just turn him down, there was a high risk Niall could get hurt, but he didn't seem to mind. 

We had to be up early to set of at the time we wanted, so we washed up the dishes, put them away  and all went to bed by 9pm. It took me a while to sleep, the only image I had in my mind was the red nails.

Tomorrow is going to be a long, stressful day.