Ill change my mind

Sophie is kinda bullied by Harry well they hate each other a any rate. Will they stay hating each other? Will they become friends? Will they become more then that? Read to find out!!!


5. Chapter 5

Harry's POV
I smiled to myself as I sat down at the table. I thought about how we'd been holding hands the whole way to my 'hang out' and my smiled widened a little. We didn't even notice. Why? Because it felt so normal... So natural.

Oh, god. I sound like a Chickflick. I rolled my eyes at myself and thought about how Sophie asked me to come running with her for Liam. He had already asked me like but he told me not to tell her for some reason I guess that was why.

"Harry, what the heck? You've gone from smiling, to frowning, to rolling your eyes, to looking off dramatically in the distance, to smiling again. Are we off in Sophie-Land?" Gemma asked. I reached over and smacked her in the back of the head. "Ow!"

"Sophie-Land? Who are you?" I asked, laughing.

"You didn't deny that you were thinking about her! I knew it!" Gemma said, bouncing up and down.

I rolled my eyes. "Gemma, shut up," I told her.

"I never thought I'd see the day when my older brother got a crush. Ah, this is refreshing," she said triumphantly. Then she proceeded to pinch my cheek. "Awww, you're blushing!" Gemma yelled. I pushed her hand away and shoved her. "Touchy! Jeez. It's not my fault that you're crushing on Fletcher."

"I'm not!" I protested. "I already told you I don't like her. I don't know what else you want from me," I told her.

Gemma smirked. "The truth!" She said, jumping up off the table I followed her actions into our living room.

" Wanna watch Sponge bob?" Gemma asked.

I'm ashamed to admit that I actually watched the show. It's oh-so-addicting. I have seen every episode ever I nodded, falling onto our sofa in the and turning on the new episode we had recorded. I laughed at all the appropriate times, and Gemma laughed at the random things.

At dinner that night, we got an prank call from Liam. We tried so hard to keep a straight face, but it just didn't happen. Gemma and I burst out into hysterical laughter, "I suppose I should expect no less," mum said with a sigh. I kissed her cheek.

"Love you, mum," I told her. She smiled and we started eating our dinner once again.

"So, anything new at school?" Mum asked conversationally.

Gemma elbowed me and I glared at her, telling her no. SHe ignored me. "Harry has a crush on Sophie fletcher!" he blurted. I face-palmed.

"Oh, the neighbours daughter?. I like it. Is she pretty?" Mum asked.

I groaned. "I don't like her and its her stepdad!"

"De Nile isn't just a river in Egypt, mum," Gemma said in a horrible Jamaican accent. I rolled my eyes. I'd heard that a million times.
"Unoriginal," I commented.

"Avoiding the topic," She said in a singsong voice. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, the neighbours step daughter. Yes, she is pretty, but no, I don't like her. We actually sort of hate each other. So, let's change the topic, okay?" I said. No one argued. "Great."

"I was looking in the travle agency today I wanna go to America so bad," Mum said longingly.

"Sophie does, too," I said, without thinking. "She said so when I mentioned that you wanted to go in music ."

"God, you just can't shut up about her! Wow, you guys actually have meaningful conversations? I thought that you guys just flirt and deny it," Gemma said, pretending to look thoughtful. I hit her in the back of the head.

"Gems! Shut up!" I ordered.

"Ah, you know you love her grey eyes," Gemma said, smirking at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Sophie's eyes are blue, you idiot," I told her.

"So now you're paying attention to her eye color?" She asked.

"Oh my god, seriously? You can't help but notice people's eye colors!" I argued, putting my plate in the sink. I noticed that Mum was watching our argument, looking amused. "You know what, I thought we dropped this topic."

"You brought it back up," Mom commented. I looked at her blankly, then left the room. I heard Gemma snickering and my mom laughing a little. Traitors. I took a shower and though about Sophie.
Anyone else would see my teasing as mocking her. But in my mind, I couldn't help but think that I was maybe flirting with her. Was I?

I sighed loudly, annoyed. I swear my eye was going to start having twitching fits if I didn't stop winking at her so much. I got out of the shower and got dressed in comfy clothes. I fell onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling fan. There was no way in hell that I was letting her find out what happened in my dream. Damn hyperactive imagination.

I forgot to kill Gemna for telling her about that. I was too lazy to get up, so it'd have to wait until tomorrow. I decided to stop thinking about Sophie. Last time I thought about Sophie before I went to sleep, I had weird, yet pleasant, dreams. And I didn't need any more of those dreams, or I'd be blushing around Sophie like a fool 24/7.

Before I knew it, I was falling asleep.

I woke up so late, I literally threw on random articles of clothing, brushing my teeth at the same time. Then I grabbed a bag of chips and ran outside. Gemma followed shortly, carrying my forgotten backpack, smirking. I snatched in from her she was wearing I noticed Sophie's car had gone so I walked with Gemma as I ate my breakfast. "You knew I was asleep. Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked gemma irritably.

SHe looked at me innocently. "But, dear brother, I thought you were awake! I believed you to be getting ready," Gemma said.

"I wasn't there at breakfast," I reminded her.

"I figured you ate early." I rolled my eyes and decided to drop the topic. "Plus, I didn't want to interrupt your sweet dreams," Gemm told me, waggling her eyebrows.

I wanted to bang my head on the pavement. "It was one dream, Gemm! One dream! I didn't dream of her last night, and I don't plan on dreaming about her ever again, okay?" I snapped. Gemma sighed dismissively. We walked in silence for the rest of the way, Connor occasionally fidgeting with a fingers or humming a song. When we arrived at school, gemma Rushed to her friends.

"Later, bro!" She called over her shoulder. I sighed and shouldered my backpack. I walked as slowly as possible, truly not wanting to walk inside my own personal hell. I hated school sometimes. Why so early? If I could choose my hours, I would be okay. Just as I walked through the double doors, the bell rang. I groaned and made my way to class.

I sat at my desk and let my head fall, causing a bit of a headache. I groaned again. I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned around to see a pretty girl with blond hair and glasses I'd never seen her before either. For some reason, I was disappointed though. I guess I was expecting someone else. "Are you alright?" she asked, sounding a little concerned. I nodded and dropped my head to my desk again. She didn't talk to me anymore, thank god. I was just about to fall asleep when someone called my name.

Annoyed, I looked up. "What?" I asked grouchily. Today was just not my day. Waking up late made it worse. I noticed that it was Mr. Toop and I sighed. "Sorry."

"Perhaps you shouldn't sleep in class," he suggested. I nodded. A collective gasp came from my classmates.

"What?" I asked.

"You didn't make a sarcastic comment," someone said, sounding bewildered.

I shrugged. "Tired."

"Try to stay awake. Now, back to the lesson..." Mr. Toop went on to explain some formula that went in one ear and out the other for me. I leaned back in my chair and stretched. "Yes, Harry. Come on up," Mr. Toop said, holding out a marker.

I looked at him shocked. He thought I was raising my hand. Not in the mood for an argument, I stood up and took the marker, prepared to get it wrong. I solved the problem carelessly, probably making a mistake at step one. Mr. Toop told me that I was wrong, yet again. I turned around to sit at my chair, but he stopped me. "Try it again," he ordered. I gritted my teeth, knowing I couldn't read it.

"I don't know how," I said.

"And why would that be?" Mr. Toop asked, looking amused.

"I just can't," I told him.

"Poor explanation," he commented. "Try again."

So I did and got it wrong. Again

"I can't do it," I said louder, with more attitude than I'd originally intended. I looked at the class to see everyone snickering. Besides two people. Sophie and that girl. I gave her an odd look, and she stood up.

"Ill do it ," the girl said.I stared at her, puzzled. Was she standing up for me?
She walked to the front and did quickly sir smiled and I walked back to my seat
"Class this is Paige she's just joined today" that's why I didn't recognise her. She said hi and walked back to her seat next to Sophie and they started talking for the rest off the lesson like old friends they even hugged at the end.

We didn't go music rooms in music, and I'll be the first to admit that I was a little disappointed. I had taken a liking to it. Instead, Ms. Nimmo told us to have a free-day to talk or finish work from other class. I noticed that the exams were on, and I assumed that that was the reasons why. I didn't really talk to anybody in this class besides Sophie, so I took my chances and sat next to her. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged, turning to face her. I propped my feet up on the desk and she shot them a wary glance before ignoring them.

"So you know Paige," I told her softly.

She nodded. "We where best friends before she moved to New York," Sophie said .

"Well,she seems really nice," I said.

Sophie gave me an admittedly gorgeous smile. "You're right she is."

There was a few beats of a comfortable silence. " what song are we going to do then?" I asked her. Her eyes lit up, "isnt she lovely"and she went on to explain how she picked the song . I was listening to her, I promise, but I was also noticing other things,. I noticed that Sophie was constantly tucking hair behind her ear, but it always fell back forward within seconds. I noticed that her eyes were shining with excitement; the most vibrant yet subtle shade of blue. I noticed that the slight smile on her face now was her normal expression. I noticed that Sophie always used her hands when she talked, no matter what. I noticed that I loved Sophie laugh.

I brought myself back to reality, just as she started on a new topic. "After school, I'm meeting up with Liam to–"

"Repeat?" I asked, a little more upset than I should have been.

Sophie quirked an eyebrow. "If you would have let me finish, you would have known that it's for that run your coming on. Don't be jealous, ," she said teasingly. I probably blushed a little, embarrassed at the way I reacted and confused at the way my stomach dropped when she talked about meeting up with Liam my best friend for crying out loud.

I cleared my throat, wanting to change the topic. For some odd reason, that caused her to laugh. I shrugged it off. "So, uh, the weather looks... cloudy," I said awkwardly.

Sophie's eyes flashed as though she wanted to laugh. "This conversation about weather is so terribly interesting."

I rolled my eyes. "What would you like to talk about then?" I questioned, removing my feet from her desk and resting my elbows on my knees.

Sophie put on a thinking face. "Why are you talking to me? We're actually in a public place, not in an isolated room or car," she asked emotionlessly.

The words stung a little, and made me feel like a jerk. "I guess we're having another friend moment," I said, instead of an apology. I could swear I saw disappointment in her eyes, as if she'd been hoping for a different answer.

"I figured," she said, normal Sophie coming back. She frowned for a moment and hesitated before finally speaking. "Um, Harry?" She called me by my first name.

I smiled at her. "Yes?"

Sophie bit her lip for a second. "What's your mother like?" I was taken aback by the question at first. It seemed a bit random.

"Uh, she's pretty chill. She doesn't yell very often. Mums a big dreamer; wants to go all over the world, meet everyone. She loves traveling, but doesn't get to do it often. Mom's older, but she looks young in my opinion. She's pretty," I finished. Sophie smiled.

"Mama's boy," she grumbled. I grinned. She looked at me a little odd. "Um, what's it like? Having a mom all the time with you?" I blinked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"What's it like to have a mum?" she repeated. "Um, I never, well, I only see mine once a year and I can't remember my dad." Out of nowhere, and I have no clue why, I grabbed her hand.

"Hey, I'm sorry," I said softly. Sophie nodded. "I... I didn't know." I squeezed her hand. "I don't see my dad, though. So, I know where you're coming from, I guess." She looked at me questioningly.
I nodded and held her hand tightly. She smiled at me gratefully. "Thank you."

"Hey, what are frenemies for?" I asked with a genuine smile. She grinned back and I released her hand, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"Do frenemies Tell each other their dreams?" Sophie asked casually. I sighed loudly and rolled my eyes and she laughed.

Sophie's POV

"Hey, Sophie!" Liam called as I walked on to the fields. I smiled and waved as I tied my lacers I was wearing

"Sophie," Harry said, nodding at me.

"Hey, you two!" I said, in a good mood.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You're happy," he commented. I was a little surprised, since he honestly he didn't know me that well, yet he was reading my emotions like my best friend.

I shrugged. "Good day." I casually stretching.

"Okay, so project," Liam started. "Harry's gonna go slow...."

"Finish that by saying for me ill make sure you never reproduce in this life" I tell him with a smirk.

Harry rolled his eyes. "So, Sophie you think you can keep up with the big boys."

I nodded, laughing a little. "I don't think I know I can bet you," I offered. Just because I was a girl, doesn't mean I can't run fast. "Well Liam's on the cross country team so fat chance there" Harry said smirking

Liam rolled his eyes

"Anyways," I said, getting back on topic. "I'll be able to care for my self ," I say and Liam yelled
"5-4-3-2-1 go!"
We all set off I went slow first as I knew that its better to go fast after the hill and dam, 10 minuites later I was sat on the bench watching Liam slow down panting hard and Harry well dying you could tell he had some form off 6 pack under his top he looked really hot to be honest wait what.
I quickly changed my thoughts to Paige I can't believe she was back I missed her so much we used to do every thing together. I pulled out my phone and decided to text her.
Phone convo:
Sophie- hiya Paiggggggeeeeeeeee xxxxxx
Paige- hey girl wuu2 xxxx
Sophie- watching Liam and Harry die on there run wbu xxxxx
Paige- hahhahahahaha get running girl xxx
Sophie- I'm done have been for ages there so slow ;) xxx
Paige- that's mi girl! Xxxx
Sophie- want to come over to night to catch up?! Xxxx
Paige- yep course! Xxxxxxxx
Sophie- see ya at 5?!
Paige- Sure ill be there! Xxxxx
Then Liam came up to me "wow your fast"
"I know right hahhahahahah I do that route nearly every morning though"
"Ahh i see the problem"
"T--hat w-----as A-w-ful" Harry panted
" Told you I'd beat you" I tease him as I chucked him a can of coke
"Well boys I have to go Paige is coming to mine at five which is like ten minuets so later"
"Okay li do you wanna come to mine Louis is in at 5"
"Sure buddy"
With that we all went home.
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