Thinking of you • Harry Edward Styles

Chapter two.

Sorry that it took so long guys! I'm going through a really bad time, so I couldn't find the motivation to translate this chapter. Sophie did it for me, so you can all thank her: @audensophie

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3 March, 2013 - Sophie POV

Putting the key in the lock, I unlocked my front door with a familiar click. Gently, I pushed my door open, the door squeaking in protest. I trekked my suitcase behind me, keeping the teddy bear clutched under my arm. A lost lock of hair was dangling in front of my eyes, making me blow it aside before closing my door.

I was home.

I put my suitcase underneath the peg and neatly hung my coat on it, before making my way to the living room.

"Hello? Anybody home?" I shrugged after getting no reply and left the living room to get my suitcase from under the peg and attempt to lift it upstairs, the teddy still clutched underneath my arm. Trying to get the case up with the huge teddy didn't really help, but eventually I managed and stood in front the door of my room. A room I hadn't seen in ages.

Without any second thoughts, I opened the door and stepped inside my room. It looked exactly the way I had left it eight years ago, except for the pictures of my then beloved boyfriend. I had never had the need to change anything in my room, but as I stood here now, I had the sudden urge to flip everything over and create a new room.

Shaking my head, I threw the teddy bear on my bed, put my case near my closet and dropped myself on top of the covers. I lay there for a while, motionless, staring at my white ceiling and thinking of Paris.

A sudden emptiness took hold of me, the same feeling I had when my older sister Veronica disappeared out of the blue. She was six years older than me and left home when she was sixteen. She couldn't stand it here and after her departure, I had only spoken to her via mail, nothing more.

The feeling I had when I was ten took a hold of me again. And I hated it.

"Why do I always need to ruin the things I love?!" I screamed.

Having gotten mad at myself, I threw the thing closest to me through the room. It was the teddy bear Harry had won me in Disneyland. Realising that, I started crying. All the tears I had known to hold back the past three days, came poring out.

I missed Harry with all my heart and all I wanted right this minute, was to have him close to me.

After pulling myself up, I walked towards my suitcase and pulled out my cellphone. Charging it, I impatiently  switched it on. It took a while, but eventually I opened my contact list. I scrolled through the names and stopped when I found his.

Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to press the green button. Putting the receiver to my ear -which made me bend over a bit, since the cord of my charger wasn't that long- I heard the phone ring.

When it rung a fifth time, I was about to give up and end the call, but in that exact time I heard someone pick up the phone on the other end. Different emotions took hold of my body, causing my eyes to tear up when I heard his ever so  familiar voice. The voice I wanted to hear for real and not through my phone.

"Hello?" I bit my lowerlip and didn't say a word. I just couldn't. 

"Hello? Who's this? Hello?" I took a deep breath and tried to get myself back together, so I could answer him.  

"Whoever this is, this isn't funny."

"Ha-" He hung up, he had hung up before I could even say his full name. Immidiately I shook my head and with tears in my eyes, I deleted his number from my phone.