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!!!


8. Chapter 8

I woke up feeling especially happy. I sung  a song as I made myself a bowl of cereal. "Dave!" I yelled.

"I'm up!" he called back. I heard a groan a few seconds later and I knew he was tired.

"Coffee?" I questioned.

"Please!" Dave replied. I smiled and started the kettle, eating my cereal as it boiled. I tossed my dishes in the sink carelessly and poured Dave his coffee. I went into his room and set it on his bedside table. "Thanks, sofi," Dave told me, ruffling my hair. I frowned.

"Welcome," I muttered, leaving the room. I threw on a random shirt and entered the bathroom to try with my hair. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at my shirt. I'd never worn this... It was actually a bit more form-fitting than most of my shirts, showing off the curves I had. Or was I fat? I flashbacked to what Harry had said to me in the parking lot and had the urge to punch the mirror. I examined my body for a second before changing into my red looser coca cola t-shirt. No need to call attention to my weight. I pulled a comb through my reluctant hair and brushed my teeth. I pressed the home button on my phone. Making good time.

I picked up my books and jogged to my car, calling out a goodbye to Dave , who was already headed for gym. He waved at me and smiled. I hopped in, throwing my bag carelessly in the passenger seat and buckling my seatbelt before I started the engine. I turned up the radio playing and hummed along to the tune as I began driving. I smiled, remembering the plan I'd thought up. I'd feel guilty about it later, but I only had one thing on my mind right now: get Harry Styles back.

As soon as I pulled up into the parking lot, I headed up to the front desk to see if the learning manager was there. As I'd hoped, I saw Niall in all his glory frowning at his schedule. I walked in, smiling at him. "Hey!" he said as his face brightened. Sometimes, it was wonderful to see a familiar face. He pulled me into a hug, much to my surprise, but he gave good hugs. Really comforting. I found myself breathing him in a little. He smelled like mint to me. I couldn't help but think about how Harry smelled woodsy. I pulled back and waved to Mrs. Wood, our learning manager.

"Do you know him, Sophie?" Mrs. Wood asked with a smile. She was skinny, and just a bit annoying. I nodded. "Would you mind helping him out? He's not quite sure how this school works."

I laughed lightheartedly and smiled. "I'd love to show him around, Mrs. Wood." She beamed at me and nodded. "Come on, Niall," I said, grabbing his wrist and pulling lightly. He started following me so I let go of his arm. "Alright, let me see your schedule."

"Okay," Naill said, smiling. He passed it to me and frowned. "She said something about a locka?" I laughed and put a hand on his shoulder.

"No, no, she said locker, I'm sure," I corrected him.

"Oh!" he said with a laugh. "Yeah, I can't believe I didn't think of that. I feel stupid." I would like to say that he blushed, but I'll never know because he looked away.

"Your locker is just down the hall from mine. Then again, we only have like five lockers at our school, due to the lack of people," I told him, laughing a little. "Where'd you move from?" I questioned.

"Ireland," he answered. "Um, Mulingar"

 I gaped.

"How the hell did you end up in homes chapel?" I questioned, surprised.

He gave a small smile. "My mum wanted to move here because of her work " Naill said. I could tell that he was very fond of his mum as  His eyes twinkled I turned to his locker. "Do you know how to use a locker?"

Niall rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh, please. I'm not mental," he said, laughing. I showed him the combination 1912 and he got it on his first try. Because the headcount of our school was so little, we got free notebooks in the lockers, along with some other school supplies. There was a school guide aswell, but no one actually read those.

"You'll need that notebook," I told him. He picked it up, grabbing a pack of loose leaf paper as well. "You'll probably get some assignments today from the grumpy teachers." He cracked a smile. He closed his locker and I leaned against it beside him, explaining the schedule to him. I offered to sit with him at lunch and he was really relieved.

"Sophie," I heard someone say. My head snapped up and I couldn't help but smirk inwardly.

"Hey, Styles. You don't have the privilege of calling me Sophie," I said harshly. I saw his eyes flash for a second, looking a bit sad, maybe even guilty. Within a second, his blank stare returned, flourished with a smirk.

"Anyways, Sophie," I clenched my teeth, "I was wondering if I could have a word?"

"Can't," I said with fake remorse. He raised an eyebrow. "I'm showing Niall around." Harry's glanced at him as if noticing him for the first time. His eyes flashed again, but Niall smiled.

"Hey, I'm Niall Horan," he said, holding out a hand. Harry shook it, glaring slightly. I laughed a bit to myself.

"Harry Styles," Harry replied.

"We hate each other," I told Naill. He nodded, amused.

"I see," Naill said.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "We don't always hate each other," he grumbled. I looked down a little. "Anyways, see you later then, Fletcher." As he turned to walk away, I couldn't help but notice that his jaw was clenched. Hm, someone seems to be giving off the jealous vibe...

"Are you sure you two hate each other?" Niall asked questioningly. "He looks at you odd." I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. He's a jerk. Insults me," I explained.

Niall cocked his head to the side. "It's odd how some guys do that when they like a girl, huh?" I went to nod in agreement, but I froze.

"What do you mean?" I asked hesitantly.

Niall smiled. "He obviously likes you. He just doesn't know how to handle it, Sophie. Take it from a guy." I looked down, confused. I mean, Harry liking me was a bit far, wasn't it? A bit presumptions.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, but you have to be reading him wrong." Niall sighed and smiled at me. I grinned back. "You're first class is at the very end of this hall, the double doors. The music room. By the way, do you play an instrument or something?" I asked.

Niall beamed. Within an instant, I knew his passion was music. "Yeah. I play guitar. I sing a little, too, but I'm not sure if I'm any good. My shower and my mirror would have to be the judge of that," he said with a laugh.

"Cool I play the piano and guitar," I said, surprised. ." He nodded. "Well, I'd like to hear you sing some day. Also, I bet you'll love ms nimmo," I said with a smile.

Niall gave me a hesitant smile "I'm not any good". 

." The bell rang, cutting the conversation that I was enjoying short. "See you later, Sophie. You said my second period's right there?" he asked, pointing to Mr. Kettles history class. I nodded. He sighed. "Thank you. Times a billion. He rubbed his knuckled over my cheek and smiled. "See you." And with that, he was gone. For some reason, his touch didn't leave my skin tingling this time, but I shrugged it off, heading to Mr. Toops class.

When I entered, I decided to sit by Harry. He said he needed to talk to me. "Harry," I said. He pretended not to hear me and I shoved his shoulder. "Styles," I said, calling him again. He sighed and looked at me. "What did you need to talk to me about earlier?"

Harry glanced around, seeing that there was no one else in the classroom just yet. "Sophie, I'm sorry," he said. I raised an eyebrow. "For ignoring you and all that. And for... for what I said in the parking lot. I didn't mean it. You're fine. I mean, your body." He blushed, realizing what he said. "I mean, you don't look fat. Sophie, you aren't fat," he said with finality. I laughed in amusement at his blushing and stuttering. Harry smiled over at me. He actually looked pretty adorable when he was being shy or embarrassed. I blinked and pushed the thought away. Then he frowned. "Hey, you're laughing at me."

People started piling into the classroom, but he didn't seem to notice. "No, I'm laughing at how bad you're blushing, due to the fact that you just confessed that I have a hot body."

He scoffed. "I never said that! But you do. I mean, you don't. You're body isn't bad or anything." Harry noticed I was laughing and he frowned. "Now you're doing it on purpose." I laughed more. "Sophie..." he warned.

"I think it's funny seeing you blush," I admitted. He frowned once more and rolled his eyes. Mr. Toop walked in and started the lesson. I was still smiling about how flustered Harry had gotten. Ah, crap! I'm still supposed to be mad at him! Even if he did apologize! I groaned inwardly. I let my guard down too fast.

"So, how do you know that  Naomi-kid?" Harry asked as we walked to music a little later. I was surprised that he was walking with me, and I'm ashamed to admit that I didn't mind.

"You got his name wrong on purpose," I accused. "'Naomi', for one, is a girls' name. For two, it sounds nothing like Niall."

Harry shrugged. "He's not important, so I wasn't going to bother learning his name." I smiled a bit at that.

"You aren't jealous, are you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He put on a blank expression. "Why would I be?" More like why wouldn't you be...

I shrugged. "I don't know. Just a vibe. But it's great that you aren't jealous of him."

"Why?" Harry asked, confused.

"I would hate for my dearest frememy to disapprove," I said casually. Harry laughed.

"Disapprove of a friendship?" he asked, smile still on his lips.

"Or a relationship," I mentioned. His barely-there smile dropped.

Harry flinched and stopped in his tracks at the doorway to the studio. "What?" I couldn't help but notice that he was using the same tone of voice when I'd mentioned Liam.

I shrugged for the billionth time. "I don't know. He's really sweet," I said. "He plays guitar," I bragged on him. "I think he sings, too." Harry's' eyes flickered for a moment, and I could swear that I saw hurt.

"Oh," he said simply, walking past me and into our studio. I raised both my eyebrows. This plan is going well.

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