Harry's P.O.V.
How could I have done this? Why didn't I think before I did anything? I felt so ashamed, I can't believe that I could hurt someone so much as I had hurt her. I guess my insecurities had come forward and taken over. I walk up the hall to Lou and Eleanor's door, not even bothering to knock. I open the door to find a surprised Eleanor in the kitchen. She looks questioningly at me, still with an angry edge.

“Where is she?” I almost shout, I was so pumped up with emotion. I can't see her anywhere, maybe she's in the bathroom. I look searching at Eleanor.

“She left.” She sounds disappointed and hurt. I can't stand it, I hurt everybody now. I would apologize to her later, when I have made everything good with Sofia. I wish I could, I hope that I'm not too late. I hope she went home, maybe I could go over there and se if I can get a hold of her. I need to try.

“Okey, thanks.” I walk out the door again and go down to the parking garage when I realize that I've been drinking, I shouldn't drive. I walk back up to the entrance and walk outside to get a cab. No cars in sight. What is this? There's always cabs driving back and forth on this street. I start walking along the street towards upper town where Sofia lives. It's blowing cold today, even feel like it could start raining. A few blocks down I find a cab and I'm soon at her apartment. I feel the tension in my body getting worse. I take a deep breath when I walk up the stairs and go inside. My heart is beating hard when I stand outside her door, knocking on it. I hadn't even thought about what I would say.

She has a very surprised and upset expression when she opens the door and finds me there. I froze for a moment nog sure where I should start, she looked so destroyed. I think she was as frozen because after a couple of heartbeats she reacts and slams the door in my face. Shit!

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Sofia's P.O.V.
I'm in shock. First of all I can't believe that he is here, at my door, or that I shut the door in his face. I've never done that before, only seen it done in movies. But I couldn't stand looking at him, he had hurt me too much. My heart felt like it was in pieces. I heard the nocking on my door again and felt my heart jump an extra beat.

“Sofia, please let me in. I need to talk to you.” He was shouting through the door. I didn't respond, I just stood there watching the door with an afraid expression, like it could explode any minute. “Please open.” He pleaded and sounded very destroyed. I felt myself softening a bit but stopped myself before it got overhand. “Come on!” He shouted. “Fine, then I'll talk through the door.” I could hear him take a deep breath. Shit, the neighbors would hear everything. “So Zayn told us that he talked to Perrie...” He started, talking a little louder that normal since the door muffled the sound.

I opened the door, I didn't want the neighbors to hear my whole business and he didn't sound like he would stop anytime soon. He paused the sentence that he had started on. Looking shocked but thrilled that I had opened the door. I stepped to the side to let him inside so I could close the door. I ignored his gaze and walked over to the couch where I sat down and waited. I pulled up my knees and wrapped my arms around them, like a shield. He hesitated before he sat down opposite of me, I could hear him struggling before he started talking again.

“So Perrie told Zayn that it was Jesy who had spread the rumor about us.” He took a nervous breath. What? Didn't I ask her not to say anything? What a shitty thing to do. Wonder why she did it. And why would she make it seem like I had done it? Pretending to be my friend from Sweden.

“I'm really sorry that I just assumed that it was you. I don't know why I did that. I guess I'm just so unsure nowadays that I can't even trust the people around me. Though Jesy kind of proved that.” He rambled on. I looked up at him and he was stroking the back of his neck with his hand as he was looking down on the floor. Then it fell silent and after a moment he looked up and we locked eyes. No! Not those eyes, they had some special spell on me. I could see the despair in his eyes, the anguish and pain. It spoke to parts of my heart that I didn't have control of.

“Can you forgive me?” He whispered after some time, looking afraid for the answer to his question. I didn't respond right away, making him squirm on the couch. I honestly didn't know what to answer him. Could I forgive his accusation? Could I forgive him stomping on my heart? I looked down on my hands.

“I don't know.” I finally answered honestly. I could hear him catching his breath and when I looked back up at him, he was resting his head in his hands, pulling at his hair. It's weird how this effected me, I just wanted to walk over to him and put my arms around him, comforting him. While I was looking at this guy sitting in torment, I realized something big. Something that made me want to let the pain out and the tears that was threatening, to flow. I was in love with this guy. I gasped and he looked up at me with questioning eyes. I knew that I was attracted to him, that I really like him, but in love? Could that be right? But I knew that it was the truth, that I was. I felt a tear fall down my cheek. The shock overtaking me. Harry walked over to sit beside me, with his body facing me.

“Tell me what to do. I will do anything.” He pleaded, I looked up at him, but avoided his eyes. I watched his frowning eyebrows and his lips as they layed parted, waiting for me to say something. Before I answered I looked back down at my hands in my lap.

“I don't know.” I took a deep breath. Some parts of me wanted to forgive him, some parts wanted to ask him to go and leave me alone. I felt split in two. “I don't even know that I can trust you.” I confessed. He didn't know if he could trust people, well how could anyone trust him? He turned so he was sitting beside me with his legs in front of him.

“I'm sorry. I hate myself for doing this, I hate myself for not listening to you or trusting you. I ruined everything.” He was pulling at his hair again. He took a shaking breath and I saw a tear roll down his cheek. My heart squeezed in my chest, longing for his love. Yearning for his beautiful smile. I wanted to wipe those tears away. Why did I have to fall for him? I see another tear follow the other down and land on his jeans. I realized that my eyes had flooded too. I leaned my head on his shoulders while we both cried in silence. I felt every shaking breath he took and I got his sweater wet with tears.

After a long while he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

“Please tell me there's something I can do.” He's begging. I look up at him and he's looking straight forward with his hands in front of his mouth as if he where praying. I don't know what to answer him. I look at his handsome jaw, to his hands and the stylish rings on his fingers, down his muscular arms. I know what my heart is willing me to do. But can I?

“I can't promise anything.” I breath out. He gives me an hopeful gaze. “You really hurt me.” I whisper as I'm looking down.

“I'm so sorry! Just give me the chance and I will do anything to make up for me being an arse.” He's turned towards me again. I lean against his chest and he puts his arms around me. It feels so good to be inside his arms again, I've missed them too much. We sit like that for a long time, I feel my heart speed and then slow down. I don't know how I'm going to trust him ever again, I don't know if I can. But my heart tells me that I need to try, I'm too in love with him not to.

I'm going to try.

Notes

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