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..."


10. Hey Bro

Sophie's POV




I ran as fast as I could, the cold air was running through my hair and my lungs, I felt so incredibly free, it felt that I could just run from all my problems. I needed to get as far away as I possibly could, I didn't care that it was freezing cold and I could get sick, I kept on running and running until I slipped on a branch and fell on my ankle. A sharp agonizing pain stabbed me surprisingly in my foot. I breathed in deeply trying to escape the pain that was now causing my ankle to swell. I got up and tried to take a step forward and fell straight back down on the cold and hard concrete ground. No one was out at this time of night to help me so I guess I just have to suck it up, I can't just stay here in the middle of a street at who knows what time it is. I got back up, only this time I was careful not to step too harshly on my sore foot and started walking, well limping like a pathetic person. I kept on limping on and on when I can across a hotel, there were no lights on this street so it was pitch black except the lights coming from inside. I painfully walked inside and rang the bell for service. After about a minute a rather short red head came to the front desk.


"May I help you?" She said professionally as she's probably said that line millions of times.


"Yes, is there any free rooms for the night?" I said hoping that there was, where am I supposed to go if I can't get a room? After a few seconds of silence other than her typing at the computer, she answered me.


"Yes, you’re in luck, this is our very last room in this whole hotel!" She said handing me the keys to my room "You pay when you leave, hope you enjoy your stay!" She said with a smile.


"Thanks" I mumble as I limped off to my room. "Is there a lift I can use?" I asked over my shoulder.


"Yes it's just down this hall" She said pointing the way.


I struggled with containing my groans of pain as I got into the lift, I looked at the number on my key and it read 12A. I pressed the correct digits and the lift started taking me to my destination. DING! The doors opened and I couldn't take the pain anymore and gave up, I just got down to the floor and crawled to my room. I opened the door and saw a huge fluffy king-sized bed, I crawled to it and got under the covers. I let my tears run down my face with a trail of black from my makeup following close behind. No one was around to see me in this state so I didn't care what I looked like. Does Liam have a girlfriend? Why wouldn't he tell me? Why was he spending time with me if he's already taken? What has gotten into Harry? Why was he acting like this? I though he liked me! I started to cry even more thinking about them, I cried so much that it felt like I had no tears left to shed for those boys that have done just about nothing for me, except build me up and knock me back down. I'm not going to show how much they hurt me, I must stay strong, Harry was obviously playing a game and he is not going to be the only player, I’ll just give him a little taste of his own medicine.  My phone started vibrating on the bedside table bringing me out of my thoughts, I looked at the ID and it was my brother, Joe


S- Hey Bro! I’ve missed you! What’s up?


J- Sorry for the inconvenient time. Well, I’ve got good news, I’m coming to visit you sometime next week, I’ll be in the area and I’ll stay for a couple nights.


S- No it’s okay and I’m so happy. Just come by whenever you can, do you know my address?


J- No, I’ll text you later with more information, Bye!


S- Bye, Love you!


J- Love you too!


I fell asleep with a smile knowing that I’ll have Joseph with me really soon, but I was coldly welcomed with the same nightmare that stalks me in my sleep every time I lose my eyes.

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