I paced back and forth in my room.
Harry was at Sam’s for dinner tonight, and I was expecting a call from both of them. Sam said he would call me later on just to ‘chat’ and Harry said he would call me later on just to ‘chat’ about the series of unfortunate events that had unfolded this afternoon.
Now that I was alone, I had had time to actually think about what I was doing. I was technically cheating on both of them, with each other.
It was unfair that I had taken part in this ‘thing’ I was having with Sam, just to ditch him for Harry because I had a history with him.
I felt equally guilty on both parts, but I didn’t know what to do. Sam was my age, was caring, sweet and kind. Harry wasn’t my age and had a lot more complications involved, but he was, well I believed he was my soul mate anyways.
How would I tell Sam I didn’t really like him, without mentioning Harry? And how would Harry and I ever be a real couple with all the restrictions we had in place?
God I hated boys.

Three hours passed, and it reached 11pm with no call from either of them. I was starting to panic. What if Harry had said something to Sam? What if they had got into a fight? I knew how rough Sam could be if he wanted to. And I don’t think he would hold back with Harry considering they were family, and he was a guy. A guy could fight back.
I got into bed and tried to fall asleep, but failed. Pacing was the only thing that would help me right now.
The seconds felt like minutes and the minutes felt like hours. Why wouldn’t either of them just call me?!
I suddenly felt my phone vibrating in the palm of my hand - I didn’t even check who it was as I viciously slid my finger across the answer button.
“Hello?!” I practically yelled down the receiver.
“Soph. Hey, sorry its’ so late, I got held up at Sam’s.” It was Harry.
“Do you know how worried I was?! I thought something had happened, I thought Sam might’ve found out about us, or that you might’ve been hurt!”
“Hurt? Why on earth would I be hurt?”
“Because! You know...you know what’s Sam’s like!”
“No, I don’t actually.”
Crap. Maybe he didn’t know about Sam’s history with drugs. I guess that was just assumed because they were family.
“What do you mean Soph?” He asked.
I didn’t know what to say, it wasn’t my place to say anything really.
“Sophie?” He pressed again. He was beginning to sound like Mr Styles rather than just Harry.
“Forget I said anything okay? It’s fine.”
“Wait - this doesn’t have anything to do with the other night does it? When you were upset?”
Again, I silenced myself.
“Sophie, I need you to tell me right now. Did Sam hurt you?”
“No he didn’t.” I squeaked.
“Well then what happened? I need to know. Now.” His voice was stern, and almost mad. I had never heard him this worked up before.
“He just was a little bit drunk. It was fine, we’re okay now.”
“Yeah I can certainly see that you two are perfectly okay.” He almost sounded jealous.
“Look, I don’t want to talk about this right now okay? I just wanted to know that everything was alright and that no one had found out anything that they didn’t need to know.”
“Yeah sure, whatever.”
“What do you mean whatever?”
“Just...be careful Soph. I’m not going to stick around forever while you make up your mind about Sam and I. I’m here now, letting you know I want you. Don’t screw me around.”
His words were harsh, but his tone was soft.
“Okay, I guess..I’ll um see you tomorrow then.”
I heard a faint ‘bye’ mumbled from his end before the dial tone echoed through the phone.

Notes

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