Too Close ~ (One Direction Not Famous)

Sophie and Niall have been best friends for years. But at the start of year 11, Sophie sees something different in him. Not only must Sophie cope with her own runaway feelings but she also has to try to keep up with the crazy lives of her other friends.

Will anything ever be simple?


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15. Thinking of You

 

“Umm hey” came Harry’s distinctive voice. There where whispers of confusion around the room but on the whole, everyone was listening intently, curiosity taking over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anna’s head snap up and her eyes narrowing. She was definitely still angry and I would not want to be in her bad books. I almost feared for Harry’s safety.  “Sorry about this guys but there something I really need to say…” he continued. “Earlier, I did something really stupid and because I am a massive twat, I have lost someone I really like” he laughed awkwardly. He was clearly uncomfortable about sharing his emotions but he was really trying. If I were Anna, I would have definitely melted by now. But Anna could hold a grudge and her poker face was on. It was one of those rare moments where I had no idea what was going on inside her head.

                Harry, however, wasn’t finished yet. “I haven’t known her very long but I feel like we’ve known each other for years. When my family moved here, I thought I would never find people as awesome as my old friends but she proved me wrong and I have never liked someone this much. I know this whole thing is cheesy but I am the sorriest sorry person that has ever been sorry and Anna, this song is for you”. At the mention of Anna’s name, every pair of eyes including my own fixed on Anna but she didn’t notice. I could see her eyes filling up as a familiar tune drifting through the sound system. It was “I Won’t Give Up” by Jason Mraz. The whole room was silent as everyone looked from Harry to Anna who were staring at each other.

                There were a few sniggers behind me and I turned to see George pretending to be sick. I hit him jokily. Sure Harry had been a bit clichéd but it was really cute. As the chorus started Anna closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek. A sile began to cross her face and she opened her eyes, looking straight at Harry. Slowly, she rose and walked towards him. He stepped down from the table and did the same. The crowd of people stood on the dance floor parted to let them through. Everyone was watching, waiting for whatever as about to happen. “Did you mean what you said?” Anna asked quietly. “Every word” Harry replied, the most serious I had ever seen him. With that, she reached up and placed her lips on his.  HE grinned and pulled her in closer, his arms around her waist. The whole room started clapping and cheering but Harry and Anna were in their own little bubble.

                Eventually they pulled away and stood there smiling with their foreheads touching. I looked away, not wanting to intrude. As happy as I was for Anna, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness at the realisation of how simple it was for them. It would never be like that with Niall and I. Tears began to blur my vision so I bit my lip, trying to stop them from spilling over. Speaking of Niall, I was supposed to be one of his best friends and I hadn’t seen him all evening. I realised Gemma was missing too… this really wasn’t helping with the whole not crying business.

                Suddenly, George’s lips were at my ear, making me jump slightly. “Follow me” he said, his breath tickling my neck. His fingers interlocked with mine and he pulled me up. A grin spread across his face and he led me out of the room and towards the back door. I knew deep down that this was a very bad idea but my legs were moving separately from the rest of me, following George through the kitchen and out into the dark, cold night. It was freezing outside; my breath formed a cloud in the air and goose bumps formed all over my bare forearms. I drew my arms around me and concentrated on stopping my teeth chattering. Whoever thought that alcohol was like a blanket was definitely wrong. George must have realised I was cold and stopped, pulling his hoodie over his head. It took me a few seconds before I realised what he was doing. “Don’t be stupid, you’ll freeze!” I protested as he held it towards me. He sighed and pushed it on over my head. “Hey!” I giggled as I emerged, taming my hair which had reacted badly to being forced through a hoodie. “Can’t have you being cold now, can I?” said George. “Well thanks” I mumbled, genuinely grateful for the warmth. He chuckled and reached forward, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear before grabbing my hand and continuing out into the garden.

                There were quite a lot of people outside, scattered around in groups or couples. The groups consisted mainly of lads, laughing loudly and yelling. Couples lined the edges of the garden, trying to get some degree of privacy. I noticed Katie was with that Jack boy she had been all over earlier. She really was unbelievable! Louis and Hannah were also there, engaging in an intense game of tonsil tennis. At least Mills wasn’t out here to see it.

                George came to a halt and span round, anxiety on his face. “Listen Soph, there’s something I really need to say…” no no no no no! This didn’t sound too good. George continued to talk but I was in an internal state of panic. Whatever he was saying right now was probably not something I wanted to know. I was always terrible at deep conversations about feelings with other people and as for turning someone down… let’s just say I didn’t have much experience with being asked out, let alone having to say no without hurting someone’s feelings. But then I couldn’t say yes. In a matter of weeks, he had become one of my best friends and I suppose maybe buried deep inside me, there was a part that had feelings for George. Yet they were miniscule compared to what I felt for Niall.

                A sudden movement behind George caught my eye and pulled me out of the tangled mess of thoughts flying round my brain. George was still talking way and a caught the odd word like “Anna” “Harry” and “a while” but he had well and truly lost my attention by now. Behind him, a clump of small trees formed a small den-like area. Out of this den emerged two people, a boy and a girl, giggling drunkenly. It took me a couple of seconds before I realised I knew exactly who it was. Surprise, surprise, it was Niall and Gemma. They had the knack of popping up at inconvenient times.

                Rage boiled up inside me and my vision clouded. I had had enough, I couldn’t take this anymore. I wasn’t a bad person; I didn’t deserve this constant torture. Was I expected to just sit there and pretend nothing was wrong? Pretend I didn’t want to cry every time I saw them together?

                “Sophie?” a voice burst my angry bubble. I looked up, slightly bewildered to find George gazing at me. “What?” I asked, confused. “Did you hear what I just said?” he asked. I hesitated before shaking my head. He chuckled. “What am I going to do with you, eh?” he said gently, his fingertips grazing my cheek as he pushed yet another loose strand of hair behind my ear.

                I closed my eyes. George’s voice had calmed me down. I stood there breathing deeply, my skin tingling where he had touched me. This is all I wanted. Someone to pay me a little attention every now and then. Someone who wasn’t completely oblivious to my feelings. I knew that I would never feel the same way about George as I did about Niall, that leading George on was cruel. But why should I turn down the opportunity to be with someone who cared about me? He made me laugh, he could cheer me up and I enjoyed being around him.

                I opened my eyes slowly to find George’s deep blue eyes staring back into mine. This sudden intimacy gave me a slight shock but I held my ground. “So… what were you saying?” I whispered. “I was asking you to be my girlfriend” he replied, eyes still glued to mine. It was silent for a few seconds.

                I closed my eyes again. I was never going to get clarity looking into his eyes. Images seemed to flicker across my closed eyelids like a film at the cinema: me and Niall as kids, the moment I realised I was in love with him, the time I saw him and Gemma in the English corridor, the first day I spoke to George and finally, Gemma and Niall emerging from the bushes. That did it for me.

                My eyes flew open. “Yes” I murmured. A huge smile grew across his face. I found myself smiling back, though I am not sure why. His hands wound round my waist and he placed his lips on mine for a second before pulling back and gazing into my eyes again. I wrapped my arms round his neck and he kissed me again, with more urgency this time. I’m not going to lie and say it was a bad kiss, that boy had it sorted! But there were no clichéd fireworks, no sparks.

                I don’t know how long this went on for, it could have been a minute, it could have been ten. Eventually, we pulled apart, George grinning widely. I smiled back half-heartedly. “Come on, let’s get back inside before the others start speculating about where we went” he winked. His warm hand closed around mine and we made our way back to the warmth of the house.

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