Thinking of you • Harry Edward Styles

Chapter six.

wow, im so so sorry it took me so long, again. i know the chapters are short, but that's because I wrote them at another site, a dutch one and well, you don't post really long chapters on there. i do hope you'll enjoy this one and i'll try to translate a few today! 

8 March, 2013 Sophie POV

My room had gotten perfect. It had the look I would've wanted in my own flat, if I was ever going to buy one.

I had replaced my curtains for thinner, see-through ones, which made my room look a lot bigger. The doors which got you to my balcony were replaced by ones with more glass, whom you had to shove to open or close them.

My walls were painted with earthy colours and I had removed my ugly carpet to replace it with laminate. All my furniture had been removed, except my antique desk I had gotten years ago from my granny.

I finally had gotten my own kingsized bed and my new closet was bigger and fitted perfectly in my room. My balcony had been turned into a lounge area and I was very happy about how everything had turned out.

But sadly enough it didn't make me truly happy.

When I was sitting on my bed, I couldn't help but think about Paris. It felt like those two wonderful weeks had never happened, like I hadn't even been there and never had met the famous Harry Styles from One Direction.

The only thing what made me realize it really had happened, was the big teddy who was staring at me from the end of my bed with a big smirk on his face. It was the only prove I had from Paris, an horrible teddy whom could only be happy and hurt me, without even realizing it.  

Nevertheless, I couldn't throw it away.  

"What's up?" A suprised look appeared on my face when I answered Katie's call. We only called when we needed to talk about something and we weren't near ech other. Which meant Katie didn't flew in yesterday. 

"Hey sweetie, sorry that I didn't call you last night, but I was like on the plane all day. That's why I'm calling you right now, to tell you that I'm not in Chicago." 

"Yeah, I figured that one out already. Where are you then?" 

"I'm in England, London to be exactly." I frowned, London? "Zayn couldn't say goodbye to me and neither could I, so instead of going to Chicago, I went to England. Zayn is amazing, we're not taking any rush, but I think I'm in love. Like big time. I'm planning on moving to London, so we can be together more."  

Money was never an issue in Katie's life, so the fact she wanted to move to London wouldn't be a big problem for her. What worried me was just the whole plan. Wasn't she going too fast? She met him just a month ago and she was already planning on moving to London, either going to give up her job. 

No, that wasn't Katie. She had another reason to move away, I just didn't know which one. 

"It's not about him, is it?" 

"Of course it's about him!"  She objected, but I could hear from her voice that I was right and it wasn't because of Zayn at all. 

"He's just an excuse. I mean, you'd never give up this much for just a guy. I can believe you're in love with him, but you wouldn't quit your job and just move away for him." And that's when I understood why she was doing this.

"Wait, you want to quit your job! Zayn is just an excuse to go to London, while you wanted to go a long time ago. You don't see Chicago as your home anymore and you want to make a new city your home, and what city is better than London where they speak the same language and where you already know someone whom you love, right?" I knew I was right, but that didn't make me feel less good when she confirmed my thoughts. It felt really good when you estimated your best friend right. 

"You're right, damn you're right. I already quit my job and I'm looking for a nice flat - that's how they call an apartment here. I'm looking for a new job and Zayn will help me with everything. We're not couple, not yet. Like I said, we want to take it slow and as far as I know we're just friends in love.

"Mom and dad gave me their promission and also gave me enough money to buy a huge flat, but I think I'll just look for a small one. While I'm still looking for one, I'm staying in an hotel because Zayn and I don't want to be that close already. That would be just too much, you know? When you just met each other and you already pretend to be a couple who has been that for years, it won't work out." 

It felt like someone stabbed me right trough my chest and I gasped for air, while my eyes were filt with tears. 

"Oh my god, I'm such a fuck-up. That was so rude of me, oh my god. I'm so sorry Steph, I'm so so sorry. Wish I could hug you right now."

"No no, it's fine. I need to stop acting like a teenager with problems. I think I just need some time.. Have fun in London, bye Kate." I ended our call and let myself fall on my bed, ignoring the staring eyes of my huge teddybear.