Sophie's POV:

"Do you know why I pulled you over?"

His voice was stern. It had meaning, but no menace. He was just trying to get his proper number of arrests before the new month.

It was the end of the month.

I felt a wave of senseless ignorance fly over me.
I should've known.

We shouldn't of been speeding...

...but that wasn't up to me.
I glared at Rachel.
"Yeah sir, lemme get that."

I looked at Kaelee before eventually looking out my tinted window.

Their conversation had continued as I mentally blocked them out.
I didn't even register what was going on. My surroundings were full of whisper-yells. Shushes and tension filled the petit vehicle.

"Have any of you been drinking tonight?"
The voice was back.

Why would he think that? I thought.

"No sir, we haven't. You can check us if you'd like." Rachel said. Technically throwing us under the bus. Her words were true, however. He could've checked us if he felt obligated to. I probably would've emitted the same thing if under pressure of the law.
"Alright alright."
"It's a school night." I added.
"There's a can back there."
He pointed to the back seat and shined his flash light.

Dustin.
Great, thanks a lot Dustin.

I'm 61% sure that important things were discussed after that. I could faintly hear a few issues coming up about the legal papers as I found myself, again, looking out the window.

I just wanted to go home.
It was Sunday night and I was already late.
I was going home, and I was arriving late.
I absolutely hated that. And sadly with my luck, it happened a lot.

On the bright side, this turned out to be one of the last times, if not the last time, that this would happen. After this, Kaelee and I seemingly shunned our driver out of our lives.

I never really enjoyed her company as a close friend. A friend, but not a close one. It wasn't her fault. We were just incompatible. Not to mention she tried to come between my best friend and I.

That was my problem with her.


Kaelee, on the other hand, had other problems with her.
Problems like annoyance, lies, and just general terrible friend qualities.
It just wasn't meant to be.
She was loud and honestly too intimidating to be friendly.

Another factor leading to this departure of acquaintanceship was the astonishing fact that Kaelee and I had been using her for multiple months.

Not too many, but still some. For two reasons, mainly.

One was to have a free house to have sleep overs with a soon-to-be-boyfriend without parents knowing, and another was to get wasted and/or high and fall asleep peacefully without parents knowing.
Sometimes it was for both, and sometimes the boys weren't our soon-to-be-boyfriends.
But around the end it had transformed into those two reasons, and they were consistent as to who did them.

Which did I partake in?
I'm single.


As we approached Kaelee's house, I started realizing how much I would miss it all.
Then I started to re-think a little.

I wouldn't miss that house. That house is full of all my mistakes and low points in my life.
I got wasted there.
I got high there.
I unknowingly helped cheat on someone there.

But not anymore.
It was a new year and I wasn't going to be that girl anymore.

I happy to be getting rid of that house.
And those memories.
And her.
It was time to move on and start my career and life. Free of all the things slowing me down.

Kaelee said bye to me as she got out of the car.

Rachel turned and drove off. Her next objective was to drop me off at my house.

The drive wasn't that far.

I conversed with Rachel for a while, an when I left the car to go to my garage, we both had a smile on our face.
She was a nice girl. She would get over me. She would make a new friend.
And if it didn't go well, she always had her boyfriend.
And Dustin was a nice guy. I think I liked him more than her, looking back.

When I walked inside, I saw my brother on the computer. He said "hi" monotonously as I walked straight to my room. I gave out a few more monotone "hello"s to the rest of my family and shut the door.

That was the normal schedule when I arrived home after nights out.

Flash forward to tonight.

I had been home since school let out. Enjoying my relaxation time I had watching t.v in the basement. My eyes drifted to the clock; it was time to end my day. It was late, and since I forgot to have tea or coffee this morning, I was craving sleep.
I walked up stairs, turning off the lights as I went.

I did my usual get-ready-for-bed ritual:
I quickly slipped on my pjs, unhooking my bra and pulling an over-sized t-shirt over my torso. I slipped on cotton short shorts and went to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth and when I was done I turned the hot water faucet on and waited.

I stood there, staring at the mirror.



My face was fat.
Along with my thighs and arms.
Not mention my torso.
So much for clear skin.
My hair was dead from the bleach.

These were all things that I am was completely dedicated to change in the new year.
I had already done an okay job in starting to fix these things, but I wasn't finished yet.

The water was warm now.
I rinsed my hands under the water, wet my face, and put on the acne-control soap. I scrubbed away at my face for a minute or two.

After it was all over, I stood there in my bedroom for a second.
I was so tired. I was so ready to sleep.
I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water.
I walked to my bedroom and got under the covers.

Do I have homework? I thought to myself.
I guess I'll check tomorrow - I can always do it in study hall.

I turned out my nightstand light and got comfortable.

It's probably just history notes...
I did my science in class, and it's not like my math teacher checks our homework...

I picked up my phone and scrolled trough Facebook and Twitter until the thoughts in my head ceased and I drifted off to sleep.

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Harry's POV:

I had a few days left before my nation-wide tour started. It wasn't for long, but it still called or some celebration. I slipped on my favorite brown boots along with my brand new blazer.
Tonight I'll be at The Box.

There shouldn't be many people, there never is. Maybe like, 50? That's do-able.

I got in my newest car and drove away, trying to maintain a low profile.

I wanted to call up one of my close mates, but most of them were busy.
Lou was with Eleanor,
Liam was with Danielle,
Zayn was with Perrie,
Niall was sleeping - though he probably should go out anyway.
And Nick had the show early in the morning. There were more I could've called, but all of them would be to late since I was basically already there.

I walked in with my head down.
The thing I loved about The Box was there was never any hassles with getting in, especially on a Monday.

Once I was in, I had to stop for a few nice fans. I shared some small talk with them and took pictures. One picture through the first girl and remembered that Ricky must've been upstairs in one of the private sections.

Man, it's been ages since I've seen Ricky. Besides, this gives me a reason to rush.

After the sixth picture, I told them it was lovely to meet them, and asked,
"Would you please excuse, I must be going now. It was lovely to get to meet you." They blushed and I flashed a smile.

I could feel them eyeing me as I walked away. My eyes scanning the room for the nearest set of stairs to get to Ricky. I found the closest steps and walked up them, trying to make sure I didn't trip in the low light an buzzing music; mind already tipsy on excitement.
I saw him from the outside of the room as I walked up the stairs. His eyes drifted to mine as a toothy grin grew across his face through the glass. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Harry! My lad!" He greeted me while standing up, drink in hand.
"Ricky!" I said with a smile, eyeing his drink.
"Hey, real quick, smile." He motioned over to his pal holding an iPhone.


After that, he grabbed his drink and took a sip. He put it down, and I didn't realize how much I wanted one till I saw the drops around the rim, taunting me.
It wasn't long before I was offered a drink of my own.
"Whatcha like, kid?"
"Surprise me."
He motioned over a girl with vibrant crimson lips and a tight blue dress on. Whispers passed from him and poured into her until she giggled and turned to leave.
He smirked, hitting her ass as she left.
His American accent was strong as he spoke.
"So tell me kid, how's it like being over here in Queen territory, hmm?" His eyes left the overview of the club to his bottle then finally to me.

"Ah Ricky, always the charmer."

"Ahh Harry. I forgot. See that pretty little thing with that ass? She's mine for tonight."

"Which place you going to? Your actually house or the loft?"

"She's not special enough for the house." He laughed at his own statement quite loudly. Ricky's eyes were still at a stand-still with mine, pressuring me to laugh along.

We discussed furthermore as the night dragged out. I had presumingly forgotten about my drink until it showed up behind Ricky, with water droplets still coating it.

"I want you to have this. Budweiser, straight from the factory. I personally flew out to St. Louie to pick it myself, ya know, for that little somethin' somethin'. Sip away, kid."

I smiled. Though my memory would lack the information he had just shared, the taste of it hit my patient lips with a fury. It had been a while since I had a beer, especially a fresh one.

"So Harry, which one you eyein' tonight? Blondie with the killer heels over there? Owch."

"What? Oh nah man, I can't. My tour starts soon, I gotta get ready for it. No distractions."

"Awh kid well congrats!" He slurred.

"Aha thank your Ricky. Do you know who that is?"

Ricky turned, "The one in the black lace?"

"Yeah, who's that? What happen? Is she okay?"

"Oh yeah, that's just April - I think? It could be Taylor. Either way, she's drunk and her boyfriend must've just dumped her," Ricky explained. "He'd been wanting to for a while." He took a sip of his drink as the music played on causally.


She was yelling, tears falling, crashing to the ground like a thunderstorm.

Ricky noting my stare; "Good
thing she's single, huh?" He hinted, nudging my arm.

"Yeah, alright. Good thing.."
My voice trailed off. Ricky could taste the distractions in my voice as I spoke and his head perked up.

"Harry, no. This happens a lot and she gets over them quickly."
He could sense my thoughts.

My response was silence.

"Don't. She's not worth it. "

His words stung like a paper cut and I could feel the protectiveness overwhelm my actions as I took my beer and chased down, following the tears and disruptive breaths out the club door.

"Hey hey hey shhh, shhh, it's gonna be alright, okay? Don't worry about that other guy he doesn't deserve you. What's your name, babe?"

"Taylor."

Notes

Hope you enjoyed the Prolouge. You'll get the end of Harry's story in a different chapter, you'll just have to wait! I don't have to much to say about this I was just pretty excited to get this story started. It'll pick up so please be gentle and patient with me. :)