Never Tear Us Apart
SUPERMAN
''Soph? Are you still up?'' Harry made his way back down the stairs, calling for Sophie as he went.
Sophie managed to let out a quiet yelp but this only led to Olivia tightening her grip around her neck and mouth, making it almost impossible to breath. Sophie knew Harry wouldn't go to bed without finding her, or atleast calling her.
Calling Her.
Her phone.
Her pocket.
Suddenly Sophie's dreams came true and her phone began to ring, Olivia quickly grabbed the phone and held it up for Sophie to answer, Olivia hoping Harry hadn't heard the ringtone.
''Answer it. Your at your friend Valentina's, go.'' She demanded. Wait, how does she know V? That question was not one that could be answered.
''H-Hi babe.'' Sophie tried to control her breathing, all whilst being told to speak in a hush by Olivia.
''Hi Soph, I've just got home, guess the London dates came around quicker than expected ha, anyways, where are you. I miss you.''
Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it would stop the tears.
''Erm...erm I'm at V's. Sorry I didn't know you were going to be home tonight.'' Sophie was now really struggling to breath, feeling like she was going to pass out.
''Oh. Well can't you come home? I want to see you, before I have to leave again.'' He chuckled.
Sophie looked at Olivia, who only mouthed a stern 'no.'
''No.'' Sophie realised how horrible that must have sounded. ''Sorry, didn't bring my car, V's is broken down.''
''Oh I can come pick you up.''
''No!'' Sophie almost shouted, earning a punch on the cheek from Olivia, Sophie was just grateful Olivia hadn't gone near her stomach...yet.
''Sophie what's going on? I can tell something's up, are you in the house?''
Sophie knew this was her last chance. Their secret code. ''Nothing's going on. I just went to the kitchen earlier today.'' She emphasised the word kitchen. ''And I found we didn't have any sweetcorn.'' Their secret word for times of danger. Olivia wasn't the brightest spark, and hadn't cottoned on to Sophie's actions.
Soon the line went dead and Harry's cursing could be heard as he ran down the hall, something Olivia had cottoned on to. ''What did you do?'' She spat.
But before Sophie had the chance to reply Harry burst into the room. ''Sophie! Olivia? What the fuck are you doing?''
Harry pushed Olivia back with force, allowing the knife to scrape his arm. ''Doing what I should have done a long time ago!'' Olivia smirked. But they were interrupted by Sophie trying to mutter something to Harry.
''H-Harry the b-b-ut-ton.'' She was referring to the panic button, under the marble surface of a single cabinet. Harry ran over and pushed it then knelt down to Sophie. ''It's going to be okay beautiful, it's going to be okay.'' Harry rocked her back and forth for a few seconds before realising Olivia was still in the room. ''Didn't you get the message when you woke up to an empty bed?''
''Oh c'mon your not actually telling me you love this pathetic little bitch your cradling in your arms?''
''If your gonna start bitch-hunting, you might want to look a bit closer to home.'' Harry almost whispered before catching sight of Sophie's bleeding leg. ''What did she do to you baby? Huh? C'mon tell me.''
''T-the vase.'' Sophie whispered.
''And if you hadn't come in and ruined it, I would have been able to get rid of her for good, for you.'' Olivia seemed very calm for someone who was just about to commit a murder. ''Are you deluded? I love her! She's having my baby, and I'm fucking marrying her! When are you going to listen?''
But before Olivia could respond five burly police men with five just as big guns came bursting into the kitchen, four surrounding Olivia, one rushing to Sophie side. ''Miss, are you ok?''
''Does she look ok to you? She can't move, she can barely speak and her leg is bleeding. But apart from that she's brilliant.'' Sophie sarcasm had obviously started to rub off on Sophie and at any other time she would have chuckled, but now she could only manage to chuckle inwardly.
Soon it all became too must, the questions, the voices, all the movement, and Sophie finally feel into a peaceful sleep.
*******
''We're going to need to do some tests, but her recovery is going well, although if the baby has suffered in this attack, then that could mean Sophie may start suffering too. I really can't promis anything Sir.'' A professional voice sounded.
''H-Harry.'' Her throat was dry and she was hungry.
''Sophie!'' Harry leaped across the room, to push a stray hair back behind Sophie's ear.
''Water.''
''Huh?''
''W-water.'' Sophie whispered.
''Oh yeah sure hun, here you go.'' He placed a clear straw into a plastic cup filled with ice cold water, allowing Sophie to sip on it for a few seconds. ''I'm so sorry Sophie.'' Harry spoke apologetically.
''It's not your fault, Harry, I'm just glad you came in when you did.'' Sophie chuckled lightly before placing her hand over his. ''Everything's going to be okay now Sophie, don't worry.'' He leaned over to place a lingering kiss on her bruised cheek.
There was 30 minutes of silence, which consisted of Sophie slwoly beginging to wake up more and more, and Harry slurping on a milkshake. ''Why didn't you tell me?'' Harry suddenly looked up, looking at Sophie.
''Huh?''
''About the messages. She had been stalking you for weeks Soph.'' Sophie lowered her head not wanting to relive how scared she was.
''I didn't want to bother you, I thought you'd hust say it was some crazed fan trying to creep me out.''
''So you just thought you'd wait for them to try and kill you?'' Harry's anger was bubbling to the surface as he stood up.
''Harry sit back down.'' Sophie sighed and Harry suddenly realised how irrational he was being and sat back down. ''I'm sorry okay? It was stupid of me not to tell you.''
''Yes it was.'' Harry said seriously and then struggling to hold in a chuckle.
******
''Sophie Abrielle?'' A nurse poked her head through the door.
Sophie replied with a slight nod as Harry had just handed her a cup of tea.
The nurse looked around 50, with dyed brunette hair, and a curvy frame, her long fingers flicked through what she assumed to be Sophie's file with her red fingernails.
''Try and get help and I'll only make this more painful.'' Olivia's voice rang through her ears.
''Ma'am? Are you feeling okay?'' Both the nurse and Harry had their eyes glued to Sophie, with worried expressions.
''Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine, what were you saying?''
''I was just saying how the baby is fine, and you will recover within the week. Although I do have some bad news.'' The nurses face almost cringed.
''Remember the chard of pottery cutting your thigh?''
''Bit more than a cut.'' Harry muttered, luckily the nurse did not notice.
''Well, it's left a small scar, but after going through something like this, I'm sure your just thankful to be alive.'' The nurse barely gave Sophie the chance to rpocess her words before she moved on.
''Now. The baby, would you like to know the sex, I have it right here in this file.'' The nurse teased, like she enjoyed knowing something we didn't.
''Right there in that file.'' Harry almost whispered, then looking at Sophie pleadingly.
Sophie gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and a smile. Harry's eyes spoke for him. Are you sure?
Yes. Go on.
By now the pair didn't even need to exchange words to have a conversation.
''Yes, we would like to know.'' Harry spoke giddily.
''It's a girl.''
Sophie managed to let out a quiet yelp but this only led to Olivia tightening her grip around her neck and mouth, making it almost impossible to breath. Sophie knew Harry wouldn't go to bed without finding her, or atleast calling her.
Calling Her.
Her phone.
Her pocket.
Suddenly Sophie's dreams came true and her phone began to ring, Olivia quickly grabbed the phone and held it up for Sophie to answer, Olivia hoping Harry hadn't heard the ringtone.
''Answer it. Your at your friend Valentina's, go.'' She demanded. Wait, how does she know V? That question was not one that could be answered.
''H-Hi babe.'' Sophie tried to control her breathing, all whilst being told to speak in a hush by Olivia.
''Hi Soph, I've just got home, guess the London dates came around quicker than expected ha, anyways, where are you. I miss you.''
Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it would stop the tears.
''Erm...erm I'm at V's. Sorry I didn't know you were going to be home tonight.'' Sophie was now really struggling to breath, feeling like she was going to pass out.
''Oh. Well can't you come home? I want to see you, before I have to leave again.'' He chuckled.
Sophie looked at Olivia, who only mouthed a stern 'no.'
''No.'' Sophie realised how horrible that must have sounded. ''Sorry, didn't bring my car, V's is broken down.''
''Oh I can come pick you up.''
''No!'' Sophie almost shouted, earning a punch on the cheek from Olivia, Sophie was just grateful Olivia hadn't gone near her stomach...yet.
''Sophie what's going on? I can tell something's up, are you in the house?''
Sophie knew this was her last chance. Their secret code. ''Nothing's going on. I just went to the kitchen earlier today.'' She emphasised the word kitchen. ''And I found we didn't have any sweetcorn.'' Their secret word for times of danger. Olivia wasn't the brightest spark, and hadn't cottoned on to Sophie's actions.
Soon the line went dead and Harry's cursing could be heard as he ran down the hall, something Olivia had cottoned on to. ''What did you do?'' She spat.
But before Sophie had the chance to reply Harry burst into the room. ''Sophie! Olivia? What the fuck are you doing?''
Harry pushed Olivia back with force, allowing the knife to scrape his arm. ''Doing what I should have done a long time ago!'' Olivia smirked. But they were interrupted by Sophie trying to mutter something to Harry.
''H-Harry the b-b-ut-ton.'' She was referring to the panic button, under the marble surface of a single cabinet. Harry ran over and pushed it then knelt down to Sophie. ''It's going to be okay beautiful, it's going to be okay.'' Harry rocked her back and forth for a few seconds before realising Olivia was still in the room. ''Didn't you get the message when you woke up to an empty bed?''
''Oh c'mon your not actually telling me you love this pathetic little bitch your cradling in your arms?''
''If your gonna start bitch-hunting, you might want to look a bit closer to home.'' Harry almost whispered before catching sight of Sophie's bleeding leg. ''What did she do to you baby? Huh? C'mon tell me.''
''T-the vase.'' Sophie whispered.
''And if you hadn't come in and ruined it, I would have been able to get rid of her for good, for you.'' Olivia seemed very calm for someone who was just about to commit a murder. ''Are you deluded? I love her! She's having my baby, and I'm fucking marrying her! When are you going to listen?''
But before Olivia could respond five burly police men with five just as big guns came bursting into the kitchen, four surrounding Olivia, one rushing to Sophie side. ''Miss, are you ok?''
''Does she look ok to you? She can't move, she can barely speak and her leg is bleeding. But apart from that she's brilliant.'' Sophie sarcasm had obviously started to rub off on Sophie and at any other time she would have chuckled, but now she could only manage to chuckle inwardly.
Soon it all became too must, the questions, the voices, all the movement, and Sophie finally feel into a peaceful sleep.
*******
''We're going to need to do some tests, but her recovery is going well, although if the baby has suffered in this attack, then that could mean Sophie may start suffering too. I really can't promis anything Sir.'' A professional voice sounded.
''H-Harry.'' Her throat was dry and she was hungry.
''Sophie!'' Harry leaped across the room, to push a stray hair back behind Sophie's ear.
''Water.''
''Huh?''
''W-water.'' Sophie whispered.
''Oh yeah sure hun, here you go.'' He placed a clear straw into a plastic cup filled with ice cold water, allowing Sophie to sip on it for a few seconds. ''I'm so sorry Sophie.'' Harry spoke apologetically.
''It's not your fault, Harry, I'm just glad you came in when you did.'' Sophie chuckled lightly before placing her hand over his. ''Everything's going to be okay now Sophie, don't worry.'' He leaned over to place a lingering kiss on her bruised cheek.
There was 30 minutes of silence, which consisted of Sophie slwoly beginging to wake up more and more, and Harry slurping on a milkshake. ''Why didn't you tell me?'' Harry suddenly looked up, looking at Sophie.
''Huh?''
''About the messages. She had been stalking you for weeks Soph.'' Sophie lowered her head not wanting to relive how scared she was.
''I didn't want to bother you, I thought you'd hust say it was some crazed fan trying to creep me out.''
''So you just thought you'd wait for them to try and kill you?'' Harry's anger was bubbling to the surface as he stood up.
''Harry sit back down.'' Sophie sighed and Harry suddenly realised how irrational he was being and sat back down. ''I'm sorry okay? It was stupid of me not to tell you.''
''Yes it was.'' Harry said seriously and then struggling to hold in a chuckle.
******
''Sophie Abrielle?'' A nurse poked her head through the door.
Sophie replied with a slight nod as Harry had just handed her a cup of tea.
The nurse looked around 50, with dyed brunette hair, and a curvy frame, her long fingers flicked through what she assumed to be Sophie's file with her red fingernails.
''Try and get help and I'll only make this more painful.'' Olivia's voice rang through her ears.
''Ma'am? Are you feeling okay?'' Both the nurse and Harry had their eyes glued to Sophie, with worried expressions.
''Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine, what were you saying?''
''I was just saying how the baby is fine, and you will recover within the week. Although I do have some bad news.'' The nurses face almost cringed.
''Remember the chard of pottery cutting your thigh?''
''Bit more than a cut.'' Harry muttered, luckily the nurse did not notice.
''Well, it's left a small scar, but after going through something like this, I'm sure your just thankful to be alive.'' The nurse barely gave Sophie the chance to rpocess her words before she moved on.
''Now. The baby, would you like to know the sex, I have it right here in this file.'' The nurse teased, like she enjoyed knowing something we didn't.
''Right there in that file.'' Harry almost whispered, then looking at Sophie pleadingly.
Sophie gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and a smile. Harry's eyes spoke for him. Are you sure?
Yes. Go on.
By now the pair didn't even need to exchange words to have a conversation.
''Yes, we would like to know.'' Harry spoke giddily.
''It's a girl.''
Notes
Okie pokie, I need some girls names for the bubba. If you wanna message me or just leave a comment that'd be great. I'll take unusual names and more usual names, I'm open to anything. I'm 1/2 polish so some polish names would be nice but im not fussed. They can be your names, or just names you like. I only have one rule.NOT DARCY.
Bye honeybunches!
Sophie..x
but anywho
:)
8/5/13