Harry's P.O.V.
I was sitting on my bed in a cold hotel room, we were in Germany at the moment. It had been a hard day, we got here after noon and I had been with the guys, just hanging, until now. I had called Sofia over and over again all day, but she didn't pick up. Now the call went straight to voicemail. I was sitting staring at my phone, that I held in my lap. Had I really ruined it? Could it be so that I had lost the one thing that really mattered? I tried calling again, but still only got her voicemail, she didn't even have one personally, it was the standard one. I fell back on the bed, frustrated. I didn't know what to do.

Maybe I should go home? I really needed to talk to Sofia and if she didn't answer the phone, that was kind of hard. But the guys would never go for it, we had missed too much already. Maybe I could take the red eye and then be back before the show the next day? I would have to look into that. I couldn't stand the thought that I might have lost her, it was too much. I needed her. God, I wish she was here. I wanted to hold her in my arms, cuddle into her neck and feel the smell of her shampoo.

My chest felt like I had a big block on it, pressing it down, making it hard to breath. The tears was just behind the eyes, ready to spill any second they had the chance. But I didn't let them. I wanted to be strong. But I felt weak, I felt unsafe at the moment. I wanted to hear her voice so bad that it hurt. It felt like I was missing something, like a part of me was gone. I hated the feeling.

I picked up my phone, but this time I didn't call Sofia, I pressed call on another number.

“Hi.” She said as she answered, happily.

“Hey Eleanor.” I greeted her, trying not to sound as bad as I felt. “How are you?” I asked to be polite.

“I'm good Harry, how are you?” She sounded sympathetic. I took a breath before answering her.

“Not so good.” I said honestly. “Have you talked to her?” I asked, not managing to hold back anymore.

“No, I haven't talked to her today. You haven't called to her yet?” She almost sounded angry or maybe it was disappointment.

“I have, all day, but no one answers and now it goes straight to voicemail. I don't know what to do.” I say low, my voice breaking on the last words. I'm feeling the tears pushing against the eyes, wanting to slip out. I bit my lip, forcing them back.

“Okey, just sit tight. I will try to call her, if she doesn't answer I will go up there and see if she's home.” Her voice full of compassion.

“Thank you.” Is all I can get out.

“Don't worry about it. I'll call you right back.” She say and hang up.

I feel my hand shake as I put the phone down. What if something had happened to her? No. The security would have called me if it had. She was probably just ignoring my calls, not wanting to talk to me. She had given up, I just knew it.

I was pacing the room waiting for Eleanor to call back. I was pulling my hair, trying to calm myself down. I would get bald if I kept this going. The room wasn't big, so I could only take a few steps before I had to turn around. I sat down on the bed again, just as the phone started buzzing.

“El?” I answered a little too exited.

“Hey. Sorry Harry, she wasn't home and I get her voicemail too.” My heart sank. “She's probably working. I'll try to get her later. Okey?” She tried to comfort me, but it was a lost cause. We hung up and I fell back down on the bed. I considered calling the security guys, but that felt wrong. They weren't her babysitters and I couldn't use them to check up on her.

I got up to take a shower, I needed something to do or else I would go crazy. It felt a little too soon to go to bed, it was only eight in the evening. After a long hot shower I sat down on the cold hotel bed, I pulled the cover over me as I turned the TV on. Maybe a movie could get my mind off of everything. Well, it was a good idea, but it didn't work. Everything reminded me of Sofia, one of the characters had similar hair as her. Every romantic scene made me think about all of our perfect moments together, every fight scene on our fights we've had. After a while I realized that I didn't even pay attention to the movie anymore, I was only thinking of the memories that I had of Sofia.

I remember the first time that I saw her, standing in Lou and Eleanor's kitchen. She had taken my breath away. I had felt her eyes on me and looked right into them as her cheeks blushed, how I loved that blush. As she turned her head away, trying to act as she didn't notice me. I could really look at her. She had a beautiful shape, her tight jeans and T-shirt sat perfectly against her body. Her lovely dark blond hair was hanging in curls down her shoulder, her sweet lips was dark pink, moist from the beer she was drinking. I was wondering who this gorgeous girl was as Eleanor pulled her arm through hers and walked over to us, sitting on the couch. My breath had caught in my throat as my heart had speed up.

Fuck! I missed her so much. I wished that I could see her right now, but at least hear her voice would calm me down.

I didn't sleep much that night, I barely slept at all. I was exhausted when the morning came and we had to go out to do some promotion. I took another shower, a cold one, to wake up. Our stylist wasn't too pleased with me since I needed some extra makeup under my eyes before we were seated in front of the cameras. I felt so out of it today, I had to ask them twice to repeat the question before I got it and could answer. The lads was worried about me, I could feel it, but they kept from asking. I was glad, because I didn't know if I could hold everything in if they did. I could barely do it as it was. I didn't want to be here right now, I wanted to be home. I needed to be home.

The show that night was worse. I was too distracted and didn't follow along to well, but I managed to get trough the songs without messing up too much, but the chatting in between was lost on me and the guys took that. I was so grateful that I had them, if I didn't have them I would be lost by now. I couldn't do this without them.

As I sat down on the couch after the show, Liam came to sit by me. I was so tired that I could cry just by the exhaustion. The emotions in me made it worse.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, patting my leg.

“Not really.” I shook my head, pinching the bridge on my nose.

“Have you reached her yet?” Lou asked from the other couch and I shook my head again.

“I think I need to go back home.” I said, looking up at them, seeing their pity gazes. I hated that.

“I don't think that's wise.” Liam said and I looked questioningly at him. “I mean, if she don't want to talk right now, maybe you should give her some time?” He added, not wanting to upset me.

“She's meeting us in London right?” Lou added giving me a hopeful smile.

“I don't know. Now she might not go.” I whispered. I put my head in my hands and took a deep breath.

“I'll work out.” Zayn said, putting his hand on my back.

“Give El some time to reach her, before you do anything.” Lou added and I knew he was right. I couldn't just leave before I heard anything from Eleanor. Besides, we had a full schedule the coming week, I couldn't really let down the lads like that. What they did for me the last time was different.

I was laying in bed, trying to watch another move when my phone buzzed on the table beside me. I pressed the mute button on the TV and took the phone. It was Eleanor who was calling, my pulse speed up. I answered with a shaking hand, feeling the nerves tensing.

“El, Hey. Have you heard anything?” I answered with a little too much panic in my voice.

“Hi.” I heard the most beautiful voice in the world say back to me. I felt my heart skip a beat as the first tear fell down.

“Are you there?” She asked. I hadn't said anything, as the shock had gotten me.

“Yeah, hi.” I breathed.

“I'm sorry, I lost my phone.” She said and I closed my eyes. She sounded so wonderful, her voice so smooth and perfect. “I've been trying to get my number back, but they had to lock the whole phone to make sure nothing got out of it.” She added when I didn't say anything. “I guess that's good so no one can get the photos from it...” She continued and I realized that she was rambling, something she did when she was nervous.

“It's okey, we'll get you a new one.” I said, rubbing my forehead. “I miss you.” I whispered, feeling my breathing being a little too heavy.

“I miss you too.” She said, I think relieved and I felt a flutter go through me. “You're not mad at me?” She sounded worried and I was confused.

“Why would I be mad at you?” It felt like I never could be mad at her.

“Because of the story.” I could feel how unsure she was. I took a deep breath, remembering how I had been mad, I had been crazy mad. I remembered the feeling, but it had gotten pushed away. Overtaken by another greater feeling.

“I was. But when I saw you singing...” I felt my heart squeeze, it was heartbreaking to think about the song she had sung.

“You what?” She almost shriek, horrified. I stopped in shock, I hadn't expected her volume.

“Yeah, Eleanor sent me a video of it.” I said unsure if I would get Eleanor in trouble. I didn't want Sofia to be mad at her.

“Oh, that's embarrassing.” She sighed, saying it more to herself than to me.

“No. It was eyeopening.” I confessed. “Besides you have a wonderful voice, love.” I smiled a little thinking about her voice, it was the best sound in the world. I heard her take a breath before she said anything else.

“Did you really believe it?” She whispered after a while, I knew that she was talking about the story. I hesitated, not knowing if I should tell the truth or not.

“I did.” I decided to be honest, but felt ashamed about it.

“Why?” She sounded hurt.

“I don't know... It just feels too good to be true.” I confessed. I was picking on a thread on the cover in my lap. It really did, it wasn't normal to be this happy with someone was it? Or maybe I just wasn't used to feel this way.

“But it is true. I love you.” She said and her words hit my heart like an arrow.

“I love you too.” I said, feeling so bad for believing the story.

“I would never cheat on you! I know how it feels to be cheated on, I would never do that to you.” She said and I was shocked, she had been cheated on? Who in the world would go to another girl when they had her? Insane person.

“You have?” I felt even more ashamed for believing that story.

“Yeah, my ex. It wasn't a good feeling being the one getting crushed and I would never do that to anyone.” She took a breath. “I love you. I am yours, no one else's.” I felt the the corner of my mouth perk up, giving in for a smile. She was mine. Those words filled my head.

“I love you more than anything in this world. I'm sorry that I didn't trust you.” I said. I wanted to hold her right now, so bad.

“It's hard to have makeup sex when you're not here.” She said snickering, reading my mind. I laughed with her. It felt so good to hear her laugh, I had missed it badly.

“Yeah, but I will see you in London right?” I asked, needing it to be a week from now already.

“I wouldn't miss it.” She said and my stomach filled with flutter.

Notes

Of course they got back together... but will it be the same?

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