Harry's P.O.V
I can't believe that this is happening. How could I be so stupid. Idiot! I knew that starting a relationship with someone that wasn't in this business wasn't smart. But Lou and Eleanor made it look so easy. I wanted what they had. I shouldn't have tried it, it was a mistake. Now I'm going to pay for it.

I was sitting on the couch reading a text, 'They're pretty angry.' from my publicist, when Lou stormed in. I looked up shocked to see a pretty angry Lou. He wasn't angry often but when he was, it showed.

“What the hell Harry?” He shouted, walking over to the couch, his fists clenched.

“What?” I was too tired and pissed for this.

“I have a crying girl downstairs, what the fuck are you doing?” He really looked pissed, the vein in his forehead showing. What did this all have to do with him anyway?

“Do you even know what she did?” I'm not gonna be the one to get blame for this.

“Do you? You don't even know that is was her!” What? Of course it was her, who else could have done it? No one I know of. I don't know that many people in Sweden, zero to be exact.

“Who else could it be?”

“Probably not the girl crying her eyes out, that's for sure!” He lowered his voice. He's kidding with me, he's on her side? He's suppose to be my friend. She screw me over and I get the blame. Fuck this!

I was just about to tell him to get the fuck off when he gets a text and look around himself.

“Where's her purse?” He asks still with that angry tone in his voice. I point to the counter where her purse is laying. He takes it and leave, slamming the door on his way.

What the fuck?

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Sofia's P.O.V
The tears have finally stopped, I think my tear ducts are dried out. I'm laying on Eleanor's couch with a blanket over me, I haven't stopped shaking though. I lay staring at the ceiling when the door opens and I think it's Louis who has come back, but I don't look. Eleanor go over to talk with him and I hear their hushed voices in the kitchen, but pay them no attention. My mind is empty by now. It was a defense mechanism that I'd developed over time. The only thing that I was thinking about was that I wanted to be in my own bed.

“I want to go home.” I said very quiet, not really realizing that I said it out loud.

“What sweety?” Eleanor came over to the couch and crouched down beside me.

“I want to go home.” I repeated with a little more volume, looking at her face.

“Okey, I will drive you home. Hold on a minute.” She said and walked back to Louis. I realized when she said that she would drive me home, that I didn't actually mean my apartment here, I meant back home in Sweden.

After about five minutes she was ready, I was a little shaky in my legs as I stood up so she put her arm around me for support. We took the elevator down to the parking garage and to their car. It didn't take long before we where at my house. She walked me up the stairs and I went directly for my bed, falling down on it face first. I will not leave this bed, ever!

“Are you sure you'll be okey by your own?” She asked worried, standing by the bed.

“I'll be fine.” I felt no emotion when I said it.

“Okey. I will call you later, pick up the phone then!” She ordered before she went.

It went quiet when she closed the door. I layed there watching the wall for a long while, probably a couple of hours. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up it was dark outside. I looked over at the watch which said seven. I decided to text Jack and tell him that I was sick and wouldn't come to work the next day. It was a foul thing to do, but I didn't care. Then I went to the refrigerator because I hadn't eaten all day and my stomach was dissatisfied. I found a yoghurt and made myself a cup of tea and a sandwich. I only ate a little, but enough for my stomach to stop rumbling. I sat the rest of the night and looked out my window, seeing the trees blow in the wind. I felt empty. Maybe I should look at flights tomorrow, at least mom would be happy if I came home.

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I woke up early on Thursday, laying awake without doing anything. I hadn't worked all week and basically hadn't been out of bed, more then to eat, well the few times I ate, and go to the bathroom. Eleanor had come by to restock my fridge and check up on me. I knew she was worried, but I hadn't had the strength to do anything about it. I realized that I couldn't keep this going, I need to get out of my funk, starting with my bed.

I got myself out of bed to get a shower before I drank some tea on the couch. I texted Eleanor and told her to call me when she woke up. I felt a little better after my shower and to get into some new clean clothes. I had decided not to go back to Sweden, it wouldn't help anything and I did still love it here except for that one thing. But I should be able to ignore that, I hoped. I wouldn't let a guy decide on what I was doing and where I was going to live.

Eleanor called me an hour later and was thrilled to hear me breathing. I asked if she wanted to get me out of this apartment and she happily took the job. She picked me up about thirty minutes later and gave me a huge hug before she let go to look me in the eye.

“Are you okey?” She looked anxiously at me, probably seeing the dark rings under my eyes.

“No. But I'll live.” I said trying to give her a smile, not really succeeding.

“Do you want to come home to us? I took off work today.” She asked. I felt a little ashamed, I hadn't realized what day it was and that she should be working.

“You didn't need to do that.” I feel awful, she shouldn't have to take off work.

“I wanted to. Besides I had some extra vacation I needed to use. So do you want to go?” I thought about it for a while, looking down at my hands.

“He lives in that building.” I exclaimed after a moment. I didn't want to run into him in the hall or the elevator. It would be too hard.

“They aren't there, they are working today.” She say looking hopeful at me.

“Okey, fine we can go.” I give in, it will be nice to be somewhere other than my apartment and I don't think I can handle to be downtown right now. It's almost too much just to be outside.

It was weird to be back here, it felt like I ran away from this place. But I felt safe in their apartment, the homey feeling settling in me. I started helping Eleanor with choosing clothes she was going to bring on a business trip she was going on next week. It was an easy assignment to do and I think she was showing me more clothes than she would normally, to make the task a little longer. After that we just sat on the couch and talked, about anything and everything except one thing, which I think was the one thing she really wanted to talk about. But thankfully she didn't bring it up.

After she'd made me a lovely lunch we were sitting on the couch again. She was telling me a story about a couple of fans of Perrie and a crazy thing they had done, when the door opened. We both looked up to see Louis walk through and freeze.

“I didn't know you were here.” He said with a shock on his face, while Harry and the other guys stepped inside. I think that I had stopped breathing and my mind was frozen. My body reacted long before my mind caught on. I stood up and walked into their bedroom and closed the door. Then I sat down on the bed and my whole body was shaking. I was beginning to hyperventilate and I knew the tears wasn't far away.

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Harry's P.O.V
“So why don't we do that on stage?” Liam was saying as we reached Lou's door. It had been a tuff morning rehearsing for tour. I was tired, hadn't slept much in the last week. All I wanted now was that beer that Lou had promised us.

“I didn't know you were here.” I heard Lou say when he opened the door, I guess Eleanor is home. I walked in to see Eleanor on the couch... with Sofia. Shit! She looked horrible. She didn't look horrible in that way, but she had dark shadows under her eyes, pale skin, flat hair and was in sweats. She looked tired. No, she looked exhausted.

She looked up at me and the horror in her eyes felt like a fist in the gut. Had I done that to her? Was she this destroyed about me? Something else must have happened to make her this way. I couldn't have done that.

She stood up and walked into Eleanor and Lou's bedroom, closing the door behind her. It felt like my mind went in slow-motion. All of a sudden Eleanor was in my face.

“Get out!” She growled at me, poking my chest.

“Calm down El. I didn't know you'd be here.” Lou tried to calm her, she didn't even look at him.

“She will never come here again after this, thanks to you.” She said with loathing. I felt ashamed, I didn't think Sofia would react like this. But she told her friend in Sweden, what did she think would happen when it got out that I went on a fake date. She did tell that girl, didn't she? My mind was on overload and with the few hours of sleep that I've gotten, it was all a mess up there.

“Sorry.” I whispered to Eleanor before I turned around and walked out. She had never talked to me like that before, I don't think she has ever been mad at me. The guys followed me, everyone but Lou who I heard was talking to Eleanor. We went to Niall's apartment in stead, he also had beer. Lou wasn't far after us. I wasn't really a good company, my mood was a bit off. I didn't like hurting girls, but she hurt me first. What did she expect?

I was drinking my third beer when Zayn walked out of Niall's bedroom with his phone in hand, I think he had been talking to Perrie. He looked shocked though and... sad? Had something happened? He looked up at me and a chill when through me.

“Hey, I'm sorry. Perrie just told me something. She just found out...” He breathed, shaking his head, looking like he had difficulty to find the words to what he was going to say.

“What?” Liam asked when he didn't say anything more, everyone was looking at him.

“Eh... It wasn't Sofia who told about you two... it was Jesy.” I felt something tugging at my heart. What? “Apparently she knows Claire and she told her. I guess it was Claire who called the press.” He say with an apologetic expression. Claire, the girl I went on that fake date with. I put my head in my hands, I felt so dizzy. This couldn't be happening. I had been so mean to her and she hadn't done anything.

Fuck! I had ruined everything.

Notes

I felt a little all over the place with this chapter. But I hope you like it anyway...

Thanks for you comments!