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!!!


7. Chapter 7

The weekend was pretty uneventful. I went on a run as usual, and went to the cinema with Paige. Dave and I had a movie night on Saturday, and we reserved Sunday for a rest day type thing. I was a little anxious for school on Monday. I wanted to understand why I was being so weird and feeling such a scary attraction to the one kid that got on my nerves the most.

However, I wouldn't find out that day.

Or the next.

For that matter, not even the third day.

I was being ignored. Pointedly. He would walk in front of me on purpose, just to turn his nose up and act like I wasn't there. I, being the stubborn person I am, was not going to acknowledge his existence either. We weren't going in the music rooms all week  in Ms. Nimmos class, so I didn't have to worry about awkward silences in there.

I wanted to know why I was being avoided. I mean, I felt like we'd been getting along better than ever. If we ever caught eyes by accident, he would scowl at me, or roll his eyes rudely. Other than that, he'd ignore me. I was ashamed that I'd even considered the thought that he was mildly attractive.

On Thursday, he talked to me. We'd been paired up for an assignment in Maths. Eight words. "I'm going to ask for a different partner." Then he got up, walked to Mr. Toops desk, and I was 
met by a girl named Chloe , my new partner she was really nice but it bugged me It was one assignment. Not a project that was going to take weeks. We may have had to talk to each other for twenty minutes. He couldn't even stand to look at me for the time it'd take us to finish at worksheet. At this point, I felt like hitting him. Or possibly running him over with a heavy truck. After setting him on fire. Then, I'd ignite the ashes.

He managed to steer clear of me for the rest of the day. As I walked out to my car, I saw him and Gemma walking. I'll admit that I was eavesdropping a bit as I walked behind them. I hear Harry say, "Sophie... she's..." I clenched my fists. He shook his head as if he wasn't sure what to say to his sister.

"I'm what?" I asked, now livid from hearing him talk about me after ignoring me for so long.

His eyes widened when he noticed me behind him, but then he put on a smirk. "Not as skinny as you used to be," Harry said, turning on his heel and walking the other way. I snorted. Yeah. That's what they were talking about. Still, I had to wonder about my weight. I hadn't been exercising as much as I used to. I used to jog every morning, but lately my chores, Paige and pure laziness  hadn't been leaving me time to spare.

Was I gaining weight? I mean, I am a growing teenager, so some weight gain wouldn't bother me. However, looking down at myself now, I feel insecure. (Don't know what for :b)  I looked bigger than the planet of Jupiter. I turned and glared at Harry's retreating back. I'd never worried about my body. Maybe my looks, face-wise, but I'd always thought I had a decent figure.

I pushed away the thoughts and decided to save them for later. I focused on walking to my car and driving home. I blocked out all my thoughts and simply cleared my mind as I drove down the winding roads. I rolled the windows down and inhaled the fresh air. It was one of the things I loved most about my town. Because we weren't as developed, there was less pollution, which truly made the air crisp and amazing. I smiled to myself, enjoying the fresh wind in my face.

As soon as I was home, I called out for my Dave. He appeared a few seconds later, looking weary. No, not weary. Bored. Dave looked bored. "You should go out this weekend, Dave," I told him. He deserved to have some fun.

He gave me a small smile and shrugged. "Nowhere to go."

"So, invite someone and let them choose," I suggested. Dave looked up and raised an eyebrow, asking a silent question as to who. "What about one off your weird friends or something." Dave laughed "my friends aren't as weird as yours" . 

I laugh "Seriously? You don't think I know that?" Dave shook his head. 
"I thrust out the phone in his direction so he could ring someone. "Get to callin' old man," I told him, leaving him alone and walking into my room. I dropped my binders and started on the little bit of homework I had left.

After about thirty minutes, I had twenty math problems left. This was hopeless. I remembered the look on Harry's' face when Me and Paige hadn't laughed at him. He looked confused and first, then he'd smiled. I'd seen something in his eyes, but I couldn't quite place it. Was is pride? It seemed like. Why would he be prideful? I mean, he'd pretty much just been embarrassed. Maybe he was proud of me. I snorted. As if.

Then I frowned at myself, remembering that I hated him right now. He was being a major jerk. I should have decked him right then and there.

"Sophie!" Dave called.


"I need you to run and pick up a few things from the store!" Dave yelled. I replied then grabbed my keys. I tossed a cardigan on and entered the kitchen. "Here's the list," Dave told me. There was about fifteen things. He passed me a few twenties. "Make the most of it," he said. I kissed his cheek, pulled on my shoes, and left through the door. I walked slowly to my car, trying to waste time. I didn't feel like moving fast right now. I got into my car slower than I ever had before. I took my time driving, looking around at the scenery.

Thirty minutes had passed by the time I got to the store. Usually, it would have taken me ten. It was owned and managed by a family and had been here for years. As I walked in, I waved to everyone, giving some people hugs and talking for a few minutes. In my town, you just knew everyone. My old head-teacher walked by and patted me on the shoulder with a smile. He was older, and basically a big teddy bear. I grinned back and glanced down at my list as I grabbed a cart.

"Hazel yogurt," I muttered, looking around the dairy section. Nowhere to be found. I know they sold it there; I'd bought it before. I glanced around for a worker, finally seeing someone in the trademark green shirt. "Excuse me?" I called.

A guy walked up to me. He had a quiff in his, blond hair with slight Brown roots and gorgeous blue eyes. He smiled at me. "What can I do for you?" he asked, glancing me up and down. The smiled never left his face.

"Hazel nut yogurt," I said, wondering who he was and why I hadn't seen him before. He walked over to the shelves and shuffled some things around, handing a carton to me.

"They were hidden," he said, still smiling.

"Thanks," I said, setting it in the cart. "Um, I'm sorry, but I've never seen you before," I told him with a laugh. "In this town, you just know everyone. Are you new?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. Just moved here with my cousin. Personal reasons," he said with a shrug.

I gave a small smile. "So, I'm Sophie Fletcher," I told him. "Gym owners  step daughter, and junior at homes chapel elementary school."

He held out his hand. I was anxious to learn his name, oddly enough. "Niall. Niall Horan."

I shook his hand and cocked my head. "Wait, Niall? Are you Irish?" I asked him.

Niall beamed. "Yes, how'd you know?"

"It was your accent," I said, nodding my head. "Also I think Horans Irish I'm not sure it's been a year since I learnt it" 

",tú go hálainn" Niall said, raising an eyebrow to test me. I blushed. He called me beautiful.

",go raibh maith agat" I replied, giving him my thanks. He smiled widely.

"Well, Ms. Fletcher, I must return to stocking the shelves before my boss murders me slowly." He bowed as I laughed at what he said. Niall brought my hand to his lips. "I hope to see you soon. Seeing as we now go to the same school, it shouldn't be difficult." Niall grinned as I blushed and went back to his job. It was sweet, his formalities. I'd always thought those huge, puffy dresses from hundreds of years ago were gorgeous. Although, corsets seemed painful. As if I could fit into one of those, I thought remembering what Harry said. Then I rolled my eyes. Why does it matter?

"It doesn't," I muttered out loud.

I went on with my list, feeling my hand tingling a bit. Niall was gorgeous. And Irish, obviously. His accent gave that away. I smiled as I remembered his words. Actually, I was so distracted, I almost ran into someone.

"Oh, sorry!" I exclaimed as I looked up to the person. I wished I wouldn't have apologized. "Styles," I said through gritted teeth.

"Babe, don't be so cold," Harry said with a wink, starting to walk beside me. "Why are you here?"

"To get some food ," I said in a clipped voice.

He frowned. "Sophie, what's wrong?" His voice sounded so sincere, I didn't want to be mad at him. But I was.

"What's wrong? You've been ignoring me all week long, and if you did speak to me, it was only to say that you wanted a different partner! Then, after that, you tell me that I'm fat!" I almost yelled. "In case you didn't know, that's like, the number one thing you don't tell a girl. We're always insecure about our bodies, so thank you for making it worse! And don't go asking me what's wrong when you've been ignoring me and hurting my feelings." I tried to walk past him, but I noticed a smile rising on his face. "What?" I snapped, annoyed.

"Oh, Sophie," he said, slinging an arm over my shoulder. I shrugged it off. He didn't seem to notice. "Thanks for your reaction."

"What?" I said, still confused.

"I ignored you, which was very difficult by the way, to check your reaction. You're obviously mad, meaning that you wanted to talk to me," Harry said arrogantly. "Not to mention that you're very worked up about my insult, which means that my opinion matters to you."

I rolled my eyes. "Uh, duh! Even if we aren't exactly friends, I don't mind talking to you," I replied, trying to act like his comments didn't bother me. Why did his opinion matter so much? His smile widened. Harry ran his hand along my jaw softly, and I stiffened a little.

"Hey, don't be tense," Harry said quietly. He was looking at me with his intense stare. It made me feel uncomfortable, but I couldn't look away. His eyes were too pretty. "I gotta go. See you later," he told me, looking behind me. Harry ran in the opposite direction and I turned to see Perrie, the most popular girl in school. Oh, that's why he ran. Appearances. Right. I felt my anger flare up a bit.

Perrie glanced me up and down. "Fletcher, is it?" I nodded. "Great. You see, I couldn't help but notice that Harry Styles was just talking to you?" she asked inquisitively.

"Oh, yeah," I said, feeling annoyed that Harry had to run from the fact that we were (sort of) friends. "We talk all the time. I'd even go as far to say that we're friends."

Her eyebrows shot up. "I saw that he was a bit affectionate, what with the jaw caressing going on. Just friends?" Perrie asked slowly, sounding like a crime scene investigator.

"Just friends," I confirmed.

She burst out laughing and felt my hand twitch. I sort of wanted to hit her. "Wow, this is rich," Perrie said, pretending to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes. "The girls will love this. Styles falling for the gym owners daughter."

"What's wrong with being the trainers step daughter? And so what if he likes me?" I asked defensively.

Perrie shook her head. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with being the Trainers daughter," she said sarcastically, turning on her heel and leaving. I wanted to follow after her and sling her by her hair against the shelves, but I turned my focus to finding spaghetti sauce. Niall didn't seem to care about appearances, even after I told him who I was. It could be because he hasn't met that many other people, but I couldn't help but compare him to Harry.

Niall compliment was just that; a compliment. Not a weird compliment-insult mix. Niall didn't wink at me or try so hard to be cool. He just was. Even after only meeting him once, I could tell that he was laid back, but still in control of his life, seeing that he had a job. Harry was too laid back. Harry was all in for the fun, but not for the difficult things in life. Not for rejection or hurt. He wouldn't be able to go on with life if he was ever rejected. Things like that simply don't happen to Harry Styles. I rolled my eyes.

I quickly got the rest of the things on Dave's  list and went to check out. I ended up only having to use the two twenties, so I filled up my tank on the way home.

I drove slowly, not wanting to go back home, but not really wanting to stay out. I was a bit conflicted about the whole Harry situation. Why did he need to see how I reacted? I think that it'd be annoying to be ignored, regardless of if I liked him or not. I sighed loudly and thought of different things. Paige, Mum, my cats. That's what I needed. I needed to go call  Paige. I shut off the ignition and ran the groceries inside.

"Thanks, sopie," Dad said, smiling at me as he started to put things away.

"No problem. I'm going to go Skype with Paige," I said, skipping away. I nearly ran to my room. As I signed in the Skype I saw Paige was on thank god I started talking to her. About everything. My mom, Dad, Dave, how much I loved seeing her and she would also talk to me about the similar things. Finally, We got to the subject of guys. I leaned on bed  lazily.

"Paige, I don't understand them," I admitted as I resumed brushing my hair. "Harry is only nice when we're alone. Then he's kind of a jerk in public. Kind of? Who am I kidding? He's a complete jerk. He tries to one-up me, prove to everyone that he's better. He throws insults my way, then he thinks he can fix them by saying sorry, or rubbing my cheek. It doesn't work like that, does it Paige?" I rambled, smiling when Paige snorted. I gave her a glare and she turned serious and nodded.

"But I can't help but wonder about Niall. I mean, he's brand new here. He seemed nice. He was pretty cute, too," I said out loud. "He called me beautiful and kissed my hand," I told Paige, smiling to myself. SHe squealed and I laughed. "It could be because I'm one of the first people he's met. I guess I'll just have to get to know him better. What annoys me is that Harry only ignored me to get a reaction. Sorry for changing topics, but that's seriously bothering me. Why would my reactions matter? I thought he didn't care. Maybe I should get him back," I mused, running my hands through my hair absently. "You could hand out with Niall more, see his reaction. You said He practically fell over and died when you told him that I was meeting up with Liam his best friend," she  told me, i laughed "great idea I'm. Gonna do that so what's happening you seen Louis recently?" Paige rolled her eyes "No unfortunately not" we talked for a while longer.
I noticed that I was getting sort of late. I started leaned down and waved to Paige. "See you rPAIGGGEEEEBUM,!"
"Byeeeeeeeeeee" she said 

I hung up and went down stairs, anxious for dinner. I was pretty hungry. When I entered the kitchen, I saw Dave smiling like he'd won the lottery as he made our plates of food. I raised and eyebrow, but figured he'd tell me during dinner. As we sat down and started to eat, I waited for him to say something. Dave was just grinning down at his food. I snapped my fingers in his face. "Dave?"

"Yeah?" he asked happily.

"Why are you smiling?" I questioned.

He shrugged. "I'm just in a good mood"
"I'm meeting up with some old collage friends at the weekend"
"Oo details" 
"At 6 me and the lads are off for a drink or two"
"How interesting" 
"Har har" 
"Be good Dave, no getting drunk " I ordered him laughing as I took my dishes to the sink. He laughed and rolled his eyes  as I retreated to my bedroom. I finished up all the remaining homework, probably getting most of it wrong. I took a quick shower and laid down in my bed, breathing a sigh of relief that the day was almost over. I'd felt like it had taken years.
I rolled over on my side to get more comfortable, flinching when Harry's ' face suddenly appeared in my mind. I gasped and rolled my eyes at myself. "Stop it, Sophie!" I ordered myself quietly. "Stop. Now." I sighed in relief when his face went away. God, now he has me talking to myself. That was disturbing. I was majorly mad at him right now. He had no right to ignore me for pretty much a whole week, then suddenly touch my face and make me shiver. It does not work like that.

And all to get a reaction out of me! Why did it matter? I rolled my eyes in the darkness of my room. I smirked to myself, remembering Paige's idea.

I, Sophie Fletcher, was about to see Harry styles reaction to Niall. Two can play at the 'who's a bigger bitch' game. So, maybe I'd be using Niall the tiniest bit. Ill make sure things don't get out of hand. I eventually drifted off to sleep, smiling as I thought of her new plan.

Let the games begin.

A/N no hate towards Perrie Edwards I have nothing against her and really like little mix it's all part of the story....

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