Harry's P.O.V.
It's been thirteen days since I left home the second time. Thirteen days since I last saw Sofia. God I missed her! Everything about her, her smile, her laugh, the way she flips her hair when she is nervous, how she drink her tea with puckered lips, how she spins like a cat in the morning. It was so much about her that I loved and missed. I was thinking about her all the time, it was insane how much. I try not to talk about her too much with the lads, since I know how irritating it is, they all have done it to me once or twice. But I miss being near her every second of the day.

We just landed in another country, in another hotel. It was becoming a routine now, we knew how it all worked and how to do it. I loved it, don't get me wrong, but it was kind of tiring to travel around the world like this. I'm so thankful that I have the lads with me, we had so much fun together. We were pulling pranks on the staff all the time, just to make the time go faster and to let off some steam. But we had worked a lot these past couple of weeks since we was home, we were a little behind since we almost took a week off being home with the girls. It was the right thing to do, but it meant more work now. I barely had time to call Sofia, we had so different schedules that when I was free, she worked and vice versa. We texted though and a lot. But I missed her voice, I hadn't talked to her in two days now. It's crazy how costumed you get with someones voice, hers was like a drug to me, I needed it. I needed her.

“Hey man, you coming?” Liam popped his head inside the door.

“Yeah, hold on.” I said as I took my jacket and walk out into the hall with him. We were going to yet another interview. There was another routine we had down. The interviews was of course, not all the same, but the basic questions was asked and there wasn't too much surprising questions. We worked perfect together though, we could make any topic and situation fun and silly. We also knew what the others wouldn't want to answer to, so we would take over and answer instead, to make it funny.

We were all seated on a couch in front of a chair and a couple of cameras in a white room. A man, in his late thirties, walked in and greeted us all before taking a seat on the chair and not to long after we started the cameras and the interview. After the normal questions about our tour and coming album that we were writing at the moment, it was a good distraction during tour, was over the other more fun questions came. Then something happened that I wasn't prepared for, he took out one of those gossip magazines, which made me feel awkward and I felt the other feel it too. This never ended well.

“What do you say about these pictures?” He say as he reaches them over towards me. I try my hardest not to give a reaction when I see Sofia with another guy, it's pretty innocent, but they seem very close standing and talking outside a bar. I don't recognize the guy and is sure isn't someone I've met before.

“What do you expect me to say?” I ask honestly, it's not like they are making out in the pictures and Sofia is very allowed to have guy friends. Though it stings a little seeing her smiling and having fun. I want to be there with her, having fun.

“Well, it there anything to worry about?” He ask trying to get an reaction from me.

“You're kidding right?” Liam laugh.

“Yeah, she's talking to some guy, is that illegal?” Zayn adds, sounding confused.

“There's nothing to worry about.” I add as I sit back in the couch and let the other guys take over the conversation. I know these tabloids and there are not much in them that are true, so I shouldn't let this get to me, but for some reason it does. Maybe because it's the first time she's been connected to someone else except Niall – and we all know how real that was, or just because I miss her so much. Not too long after, the interview ends.

“What the hell was that?” Lou ask as we get to our room to take a break until next interview.

“I have no idea.” I say as I drop down on a chair and pull my phone out.

“Just media trying to create drama.” Liam say as he get some water out of the little fridge we have in there. I know he's right, I shouldn't believe in this and I don't. But there is still something in me that tells me to keep an eye open. I don't know why, I trust Sofia, so why should I care what they are saying?

I try to ignore it as best as I can, making the days interviews with some effort. I try calling Sofia when we're done but it goes directly to voicemail, she is probably working. I leave a message, trying to sound normal, not wanting her to know that I've heard about the story. She will probably tell me about the guy later, she hasn't had the time since we haven't talked in a while. It's probably work related or something.

The next morning I still hadn't heard anything from Sofia, it was weird since she almost texted me every night. She was pretty good at keeping in touch and now I hadn't heard anything in two days. The last time was a text telling that she was going to bed, we had been on stage then and I hadn't been able to answer.

My mind was starting to freak. I hated that it started to turn and twist everything into something that wasn't true. It made me doubtful, making me believe the story about her was more than it was. I took my phone from the charger and opened up the web browser to search for the story. It seamed that they had been photographed together more than once. One time at the bar, which I've seen, but then they had been pictured together at a restaurant and walking in the park, every time in new clothes, so it wasn't from the same time. They walked close together and was sitting pretty close, leaning toward each other talking in the restaurant. It wasn't anything more, they never touched hands or anything, but the thought about anything like that happening behind closed doors made my stomach turn. Was this happening? Was I really going to believe these horrible magazine and sites?

No. I would believe Sofia. She would never do that to me. There was some easy explanation to all this and she would give it when she called. I decided to text her.

To Sofia
Call me when you can, love. <3

Only a couple of minutes later I got an answer.

From Sofia
I will. Lot's to do.

It was a bit short and a little emotionless, but if she were busy I wouldn't stress about it. At least I knew she was okey since she answered. I tried to not stress about it, I really did. I realized that I can't really decide what my mind was going to do.

Before our show that night I texted her again since I hadn't heard anything all day.

To Sofia
Love? I miss you.

From Sofia
I'll call tonight, promise!

Her coldness made me uneasy. Could it be only stress from her part? Was she that busy? Or was there something about this story that she didn't have the courage to tell me? Is she with another guy? I sighed, hating myself for thinking these things. I knew that I shouldn't let this get to me. It wasn't true! I tried to convince myself.

When we left stage that night I was exhausted, my mind was running wild, taking every energy I had and her absent didn't make it better. My mind could make nothing into everything and I didn't want that, I wanted to talk to her, hear the real story before my mind and everyone else was getting out of hand. I got out my phone as we got backstage and saw an text from her.

From Sofia
I'm too tired. Need sleep. Call tomorrow?

I growled, falling down on the couch. She had sent it an hour ago, so I couldn't call up, she would be asleep by now. What was happening? She used to do anything to take my calls? She even woke up in the middle of the night when we were on the opposite of the world, just to talk to me. When did that change? Had I missed something? I tried to think back on these last couple of weeks but couldn't find anything that stood out.

I was becoming very frustrated about this. I was sitting and staring at my phone, just wishing that it would start ringing when Lou came to sit by me.

“You okey?” He looked at me concerned, raising his eyebrows.

“No.” I said honestly.

“What's up?” He took a swing from the bottle of water in his hand. I sighed.

“That story.” I paused looking at him, he gave the expression of knowing which I meant. “It's not just one time they've been photographed together.” I admitted and looked down at my hands.

“Really? What is she saying about it?” He asked, sounding confused.

“She isn't. She's to busy to talk to me. I haven't talked to her in days.” I breath. “She only sends short, cold texts.” I feel my voice getting lower as the words sounds even worse out loud. Liam walks in and see us sitting close talking. Lou look up at him, but I can't take my eyes away from my hands. I feel so confused right now.

“What's going on?” He asks perplexed.

“Haz has some woman problem.” Lou say, patting my shoulder. Lou know that I wont mind him telling Liam. Liam's probably the one in the band I would go to for advice or just to talk, he's good at those stuff.

“What's happened?” He ask me, I can feel his eyes on me. I look up and see a worried expression on his face as he sits down, making me look away fast, afraid to let the tears out that I feel is behind my eyes. I tell him the same as I said to Lou. Even showing the some of the images that I've seen.

“She wouldn't do that to you.” Liam say when I'm done, I look down at my hands as he says it. I know that she wouldn't, but still. Something inside me is screaming that somethings up. “Just wait until you talk to her. Don't blow this up into something before it is something.” He says and pats my knee. I know that he is right. I sigh and nod.

The next morning I decide to take action, I pick up my phone and call Sofia, she answered on the third signal.

“Hi.” She sounds stressed.

“Hey.” I was honestly a little surprised that she had picked up.

“I don't really have time to talk, I'm at work. Is it something important?” She ask and I feel my heart drop. She doesn't even sound happy to hear me.

“No, no. Nothing too important.” I say low. “Call me when you can.”

“Okey, I will. Bye.” She hangs up. I sit and stare at the phone for a while before tossing it across the room. I'm only getting more frustrated by the minute. I walk up to take shower before I'm meeting the guys for breakfast.

After breakfast we're sitting in our playroom, Liam and Niall is playing a video game and the others is watching. I'm not really, I sit there, but I'm not paying attention to them. That's when I feel my phone vibrate and take it out. It's an twitter message and I open it to see what's going on. Someone has sent me a link and I click on it and get to a website from one of those gossip sites. I was just about to click it down when my hand freezes. I see the picture on the page and my breathing has stopped.

In the picture is Sofia. She's kissing that guy.

I gasp.

Notes

Ohhh!?!?

I've been away this weekend, but felt like I needed to give you something.

What do you thing is happening?

I wont update until I get a couple of theories and at least votes up to 40! ;)

Thank you guys!
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