Chapter 8

 -Harry's POV-

     MY PHONE sat in my lap; for the past two hours, it hasn't vibrated, moved or had a sound peak out from it. For two hours, my phone was completely still, and untouched, just the way I left it when Sofia told me she was heading to work.

I don't know what it was about Sofia that left my mind boggled, and my body completely weak, especially near the knees, though I'd never admit that to anyone. Sofia Adams had me wrapped around her finger, and I had made no plans to move from my spot.

I tangled my hand in my curly brown locks, chewing on my bottom lip as my thoughts were completely centered around Sofia. 

She was mean to almost everyone that came in contact with her, before I ever decided to get to know her, before I started talking to her. She had made disgusting decisions that made me shudder, and she was something I wasn't even interested in -well, that's what I thought before I started getting to know her. 

She was practically everything I hated. I even joked around about her in private with the boys, even, told them that I would rather date a skunk than Sofia Adams. She was undateable to everyone, including me.

So why am I sitting in a leather chair, thinking of her, and wanting her as mine already?

The moment I asked her to dance at the club, it changed everything; how she was so persistant on showing me she'd rather make out with a girl than dance with me, how she completely let herself go on the dance floor, even the way her dress shimmered in the lighting.

I didn't care if half the world hated her guts, and was calling her unmentionable names. I didn't care if she made bad decisions -don't most people do that already?- and completely detested everyone around her. 

None of that mattered as I watched her move on the dance floor that night. I wanted her. I wanted her in every possible way; I wanted her in my bed, I wanted to have her lips on mine every day, to have her near me, I wanted Sofia Adams in general.

I really did try to keep my promise, though. I tried to stay away from her, but I couldn't. The day we ran into each other -when I was shopping with Gemma- I couldn't help myself. I wanted to speak to her again, to talk to her, so I just butted in, saying hello. But what happened in the next five minutes, it definitely shocked me.

Sofia Adams is afraid of the public. She's afraid of mobs, crowds, being attacked so publicly. In a way, she was a bit like Niall. Niall hid his fear with a smile and that loud laugh of his. Sofia hid her fear with a more unfavorable act. The two were nearly alike a few ways like their fear and way of hiding it. 

The moment I found out about her fear, I promised her I would keep it safe. I even made Gemma do a spit swear (you know, spit handshake? Gemma hates it, but she knows it's legit) on it when we got to the hotel. Keeping Sofia's promise was not only the humane thing to do, it was the right decision. 

Plus, I kind of had a crush on the girl; if I wanted to gain her trust, I was forced to keep it.

I went to sleep that night, knowing that I knew something that other people didn't. That left me a lot more satisfied about myself. 

And for a few days, It was just my friends, my job, and the band. That's all I could afford to focus on for a while, leaving Sofia at the back of my mind. For work purposes, I had to push her back; I couldn't stop whatever I was doing to think about her.

I knew I would be seeing her, though, in just a few short days for the music awards. Knowing I would see her again, left me antsy, and anxious. Multiple people even asked me if I was alright. I had to shake it all off. I had to pretend that I was just coming here for the music awards.

When I got there, though, I was looking for her everywhere. I knew she was performing; they'd been announcing it all week on TV's, social networking sites. and anywhere they could. I was sure she was backstage, but just in case - you never know with Sofia - I looked for her in other places. 

And minutes later, I saw her rushing towards one of the bathrooms. Sickness was my guess. A lot of performers get sick before they perform, and manage to gather their strength just moments before they're on. It happened to me and my bandmates multiple times. We were all too familiar with the feeling.

That's why I headed towards the bathroom to see if she was okay when she got out. While I was waiting, a teenager seemed to have the same idea as me (or that's what I assumed). 

But the moment Sofia walked out of the bathroom, the girl attacked her. It took me a few moments to rip her away from Sofia, because the small girl had a death grip on her. Eventually, I ripped her off Sofia with the help of a few other people. 

Honestly, I was reeling with anger that night. I couldn't believe someone had the guts to actually come find Sofia and beat her. I can't even believe someone would want to do that to the girl. I couldn't help but scold the girl. My confrontation lasted mere moments, but it felt like ages. 

The blood running through my veins was boiling at a high rate. Anger was fueling everthing inside me that night. All I wanted was for the world to see how precious Sofia could be, if you looked past her facade (which I really don't understand). 

I looked back at Sofia, crumbled against the wall, and immediately threw myself towards her. I held her that night with as much tenderness as I could manage. I let her cry inside my chest, hold me tightly, and let her ruin my tuxedo with her salty tears. I didn't care about what others thought, including my own bandmates. 

I didn't care, because Sofia needed me. 

And frankly, I needed her. She was the only thing stopping me from getting revenge on anyone who hated or sent a hate message to her. The poor girl didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve any hate message, not a single one.

"How long has he been sitting like this?" I heard someone say. 

I was too focused to even bother to look up. Most likely it was just one of my bandmates. Maybe Niall, or Liam.

"For a while now. I thought he was just bored, but he really looks like he's deep in thought," replied Niall. 

I removed my hand from my hair, and began twirling my phone around, picking it up for the first time in a few hours. It was cold from not being moved around, or on for a while. It was comfortable, feeling the smooth coldness of the phone in my hands. 

"You know he only gets like this for one reason," I heard Liam say, Louis quickly agreeing.

There was a moment of silence, and I was grateful for it. I could finally leave myself to my thoughts without my bandmates wondering what was up with me. Nothing was up. I was simply waiting for Sofia for an unknown reason.

Suddenly, my phone was ripped out of my hands, and I was spun around in my chair. I blinked up at Louis, Liam and Niall, who all had mischevious grins on their faces. 

"Who is she?" Louis demanded, leaning in as if he were trying to intimidate me. "Who's got you so riled up, huh?"

I tried to play it off, pretend to not know what they're talking about. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, standing up. I took my phone back from Liam, and pushed past them as I walked to get myself a drink. 

The three boys followed me as I uncapped a bottled water. 

"That's bullshit," Niall remarked, grabbing a bottled water for himself, "and you know it."

After taking three long, refreshing gulps, I capped the bottle and suddenly turned around to face my best friends. "So, what?" I told them. "Yeah, I like someone. No, they don't know it. And no, I won't do anything to tell them or change our friendship, because she's a hardass and still doesn't trust me. Now if you don't mind, I'm getting on my laptop."

I pushed past my mates, and headed towards the couches where my laptop sat idilly. 

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-Sofia's POV-

I collapsed against the couch, completely drained from the day I've had. Management told me they wanted me to start going to the gym more (imagine what that did to myself esteem), so I went today. And not only that, but I went to the studio right after that, and drained my vocals till it felt like I had none. And, then I had to turn around, and re-write a part of a song.

My work day had wiped me out, and I still had work for the rest of the week before my few days off. 

Groaning loudly, I kicked off my shoes, and pulled up my Twitter app on my phone. I scrolled a bit through the homepage, looking at all the tweets I saw from people. I almost got off, before I saw a tweet from Harry.

@Harry-Styles: @SofiaAdamsOfficial please come home to me wife, I miss you. :( xx

I laughed out loud before sending a tweet back to Harry.

@SofiaAdamsOfficial: @Harry-Styles why am i the wife? i work all day, you're the wife. now make me a sandwich (; x

Within minutes, I recieved a tweet from Harry. 

@Harry-Styles: @SofiaAdamsOfficial Noo, I can't be the wife, I don't have boobs

@SofiaAdamsOfficial: @Harry-Styles well grow some. we can compare our boob sizes then, hahaha. (: 

And that's how the Twitter Trends, "#GrowSomeBoobsHarry" and "LetsCompareBoobSizesHarry" started. 

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Lol, oh my god. I love the chapter ending, so genius.

So I finished this on Sunday, but didn't upload it until today, oops. Oh well. 

Anyway, I'm so sorry for not updating last week. Terrible week, no internet. So I completely decided that on Wednesday / Thursday, that I wouldn't update at all last week because I found out I wouldn't be home until Saturday,and it wasn't worth it to rush two updates. So I made you guys wait.

On the bright side, I got you guys a chapter in Harry's point of view. Lol, so it was probably worth it, right? Now you know Harry has this massive crush on Sofia.

BTW: more to come on Niall and Sofia. So much shit is going to go down between those two, you'll love it. And there's a reason Harry and Niall will have a relationship more-so than the other bandmates. I kind of don't want the whole band in the story, you know? I mean, a few mentions here there is fine, but not all of them. I just don't want the whole band to befriend Sofia, because that will totally go against what I'm planning, and stuff.

It's a part of the story. :) 

Anyway, that should be it. Thanks for being awesome!

-Chey xx