Thinking of you • Harry Edward Styles

Chapter five

I'm so so so sorry, I really am. My life has been pretty crazy and I couldn't get myself to translate the chapters. In my native language I'm already at chapter 30, so it shouldn't have to take me so long but yeah.. It amazes me how many people are finding out about this story, like WOW. I really don't deserve it because my chapters are short and my writing is pretty bad and yeah, but okay, thank you so much. Thank you for waiting! Love, Emma

5 March, 2013 Sophie POV 

The one that stood out to me between the different magazines my mum had bought me, happy that I was back, was the one with a picture of Harry and a girl who apparently got famous with some blog on the front-page.

'Harry Styles spotted with blogger Emilie Nereng'. Although I would never read it under other circumstances, I couldn't help myself and picked that one up first, reading every page intently until I reached the page about Harry.

I tried postponing reading the piece, but couldn't bear being a wuss and not read it. Or was I being a wuss by reading it? Confused, I shook my head and started reading the piece aloud to make sure I soaked in every bit of information. 

"Harry Styles, a singer of the British boyband One Direction, who lately was spotted with a girl in Paris, is now spotted with the famous blogster Emilie Nereng. The two were coming out of a club and weren't really sober anymore. They also seemed very into each other, as they got in the same taxi. Harry, what happened to your Paris girl?" I bit my lip and chucked the magazine through the living room where it landed on the floor near the door.

Fucking Emilie thought she could fuck with my fucking boyfriend Harry fucking Styles, fuck. I was furious, especially at myself. How the fuck could I get him back? Because every fibre in my body was yearning for him, my heart was beating like mad in my chest when I thought of him and when my parents asked about Paris I'd caught myself blushing. I never blush!

That curly haired guy with his devine body, amazing laugh and endearing dimples had my heart and there was no way I could get it back...

"Fuck you!" I yelled at the magazine, after which I dropped myself on the sofa.

I had finally decided to radically change my room and get rid of all the girly things. I was 25 after all and to make matters worse; I still lived at my parents' house.

All the while Harry fucking Styles had an apartment worth so many millions and Katie had told me that Zayn had a house that passed as a villa, including swimming pool and the whole lot. And how old was this bloke? Twenty, indeed.

I was beyond sad with my bedroom which didn't even have a walk-in closet or anything that showed that I was a grown up woman with a steady job and income.  

No, instead of that I had stuffed animals and cute pillows on my bed, pink walls and a matching closet with a heart shaped door handle. When I was in high school I never felt the need to change my room, especially when I went to uni and didn't live at home anymore.

When I started as a stewardess however, I found it to be a waste of money to pay for an apartment when I was flying high so my room stayed pretty much the same when I returned to my parents' house. 

Exhausted, I rubbed my temples and took a quick look around my room before I started gathering all the childish stuff in bin bags, which could be dumped in the attic. The teddybear I left on my bed however when I tied knots in the bags to put them away.

I didn't want to lose the big teddy and without fully knowing it, I had already named him. Curly. I knew how wrong it was, but I couldn't help myself. It wasn't like I would ever see Harry again. He didn't have my number anymore, since I deleted it from his phone, and I didn't have his.

Case closed.