It's a Love-Hate Kinda Thing

Sophie and Harry constantly fight and make a mockery of each other. How far will they go? "It's just a love-hate kinda thing..."

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7. Cheers!

Sophie’ POV

I’m going to the party with Liam tonight and I’m super excited, but I have nothing to wear. I went through all my clothing and not one thing was acceptable to wear to this kind of event. I guess I should call Liam and tell him I can’t go. I got my phone out and clicked on Liam’s contact and it started ringing.

L- Hey, What’s up?

S- Well first of all, I have nothing to wear to the party tonight

L- And…

S- AND I can’t go.

L- Don’t be silly! I’ll be over in 15 minutes.

And with that he hung up on me without a goodbye. I plopped down on my bed and felt sorry for myself until I heard a knock at my door. I got up groaning and dragged my feet on the tiles to the front door. I opened the door to find a very excited and anxious Liam, he couldn’t stop smiling. There were two girls next to him with a trolley that looks to be filled with beauty products and a big bag fully stuffed with something, I wasn’t sure with what though.

“Sophie, this is coralline and Louise, my stylists. Coralline and Lou, this is my friend, Sophie.” Liam introduced us.

“Nice to meet you!” I said, Coralline just nodded with a smile.

“Nice to meet you too!” Lou said a little too excited.

 “What brings you guys here?” I asked rather confused.

“You said that you have nothing to wear so I’m doing you a little favour.” Liam explained with a grin on his face.

“We’re going to give you a makeover!” Lou yelled waving her hands in the air like a little kid causing us to laugh.

“Aww, thanks you guys!” I said with a sincere smile.

After hours of the girls working on my look, I was ready to go to the party. I walked into the living room. Liam was sitting on the sofa reading one of my magazines. He was wearing dark black jeans and a buttoned up purple short sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit revealing his muscular built arms. He saw me come in and checked me out from head to toe, and head to toe again then his eyes landed on mine.

“Wow. You look absolutely beautiful!” He said staring at me wide eyed with his bottom jaw hanging down a little.

“Thanks, so do you!” I said winking at him playfully.

I was wearing a mint green short fit and flair dress but it was long enough so that it covered my scar on my right thigh. The dress was full of blue and peach coloured flowers and so that the dress didn’t seem too fancy, we paired it with creamy coloured vans that have a blue trim all the way around. To accessorize the outfit, a white and bedazzled watch and peach, white and diamond bracelets were stacked on to each other.

“Lettuce leaf!” I exclaimed excitedly. “See what I did there?!” I said nudging Liam in his arm.

“You’re a strange one.” He said laughing at me.

We left the apartment. When my eyes rested on the black stretch limo that was waiting for us, my jaw fell. This is so cool!

“Eek, I’m so excited!” I fangirled jumping up and down. Liam chuckled and took my hand, leading me into the limo, his hands felt firm and strong but also soft to touch. Once we got inside, the song ‘Cheers’ by Rihanna started playing through the speakers.

“Cheers to the freakin' weekend, I drink to that, yeah yeah” I yelled at the top of my lungs purposely sounding like a seagull.

“Oh let the Jameson sink in, I drink to that, yeah yeah” Liam sang like an old man. Causing me to uncontrollably laugh as he kept singing. “Don't let the bastards get ya down. Turn it around with another round.”

“There's a party at the bar everybody put your glasses up and I drink to that. I drink to that!” We screeched off pitch in unison, probably annoying the limousine driver as we also started dancing like strange people. I’m so excited to go to the party but I’m also really nervous to meet all of Liam’s friends, I’ve just got this weird feeling in my gut and I’m not sure if it’s a good one.

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