Three weeks later
Harry's P.O.V.
God I love this. I look out over the sea of people, jumping up and down, dancing and singing to the music. It's dark in the arena, but phones and lightning sticks lights up the air. I'm so glad that we were able to continue the tour, only moving a couple of shows. I turn around just to catch Lou falling down on the stage, looking hilarious. I bend over laughing. I love people falling. Of course not if they hurt themselves, but Lou is laughing himself so he's fine. Liam give Lou a hand getting up, both laughing hard. I laugh so much that I almost miss my time to sing. I jump over to the middle of the stage, high fiving Lou as I pass him. We really do have fun on stage.

Of course I'm in constant worry mode when it comes to Sofia, she's on my mind every single minute, but she would kill me if I didn't enjoy this time on stage. It was so hard to leave her, it's the hardest thing I've ever done. Knowing that the last time I did, she nearly died and I could have lost her forever. It gives me shivers just thinking about it.

We sing the last note and the crowd goes crazy. I wave to the sea of people before running behind the stage. It's our last show here in Miami, next stop Orlando. It's always sad to leave a place, I don't know why, because I should be accustomed to it by now. In the back of my mind though, I'm counting the days down to the end of the tour, which is crazy, I've never done that. I love touring and I don't want it to end, but still I want to be home. I want to wake up beside Sofia each and every day, kissing those sweet lips of hers when I go to bed and holding her tight. I feel a little guilty for wanting that, because I really do love what we do, I do.

I head backstage and take a bottle out of the fridge, it was really hot on stage tonight, I'm drowning in sweat. I pull of my t-shirt and dry myself with a towel. Lou come into the room with Niall, laughing.

“What the hell happened?” I ask, smiling at him, before taking a swig of my water.

“I don't know, I slipped.” He say chuckling. “Probably on Niall's sweat.” He add and punch Niall on the arm. Then he looks disgusted on his fist and wipe it off on his shirt. I laugh at them.

“Fuck you!” Niall replies but laugh. “It was crazy hot out there wasn't it?” He adds, seeing my shirt on the floor.

“Yeah, I'm drenched.” I run the towel through my hair. A good long shower would feel nice right now.

Zayn and Liam join us before we get ready to leave, I really want to go back to the hotel. Not only for that shower, which I desperately need, but also to call Sofia. She had promised that I could call, even if it's the middle of the night for her. But I really wanted to talk to her and we've been buzzy all day and when I finally would get the chance this afternoon, she wasn't available.

As soon as I walk through the door to my room at the hotel I kick my shoes off and pick my phone up from my back pocket. I've been longing for this the whole day, to hear her voice is the best thing.

“Hello?” Her voice is thick with sleep, but beautiful as ever. I feel a little guilty for calling and waking her up.

“Hi love.” I say and can't keep the smile from forming on my face.

“Hey.” She whispers, sounding like she's smiling.

“How did it go today?” I ask curious.

“It went well, the leg looks so weird though, all thin and such. But I'm so happy to be rid of the cast, even though it hurts like hell to even lean on the leg.” She say. I knew she would be taking off the cast today and I wanted to make sure she was okey.

“How long will it take to get back to normal?” I ask curious, I want her back as soon as possible. I know she isn't really thrilled to be at her parents.

“They don't know, it's different for everyone. But I just have to walk on it as much as possible, with the crutches of course, and do my exercises so hopefully I can leave the crutches after a month or so.” She say sounding happy, but tired.

“That's good. Then you can go back home soon.” I say trying to image myself back home with her, in our bed. I long for it every day.

“Yeah, I look forward to it so much that I'll burst soon.” She say sighing.

“Sick off your parents?” I chuckle.

“Yes! I love them to death, but they're a little smothering.” She say snickering.

“I get it, I love my mom but I wouldn't want to spend more than a week with her. We'd go on each others nerves.” I say chuckling. Me and mom has a wonderful relationship, but nobody is meant to spend too much time together. Though I would do anything to try it out with Sofia.

“Yeah, and I've been with my parents for three weeks. I'm going crazy here!” She say, but I hear the love in her voice.

“Well love, soon you can go home.” I'm kind of feel jealous of her.

“Yeah. How did the show go today?” She changes the topic with a yawn.

“It went well, Lou slipped on stage, it was hilarious.” I laugh, seeing the images in my head. She snickers.

“You are a bad friend.” She say, still snickering.

“Well, if he stops being this funny, I might get better at it.” I say smiling. “Love, I will let you sleep. I need to shower anyway.”

“Can I join?” She asks and my heart skips a beat. How much I would want that right now. It's insane how much you miss sex, or even just someones touch, when you're on tour. It could just be a hug and I'd be fine.

“Ah, I wish you could!” I look down at my feet as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Me too. I'll call you tomorrow?” She say, yawning again.

“Do so. I miss you.” I say, feeling my chest ache.

“I miss you more. I love you.” She say and I smile.

“I love you more.” I say and she snickers before we hang up.

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Sofia's P.O.V.
It's been a little over a week since I got that bloody cast off, thank god! It was getting on my nerves. Now I was more irritated of the slowness of recovery. I walk back and forth in my parents living room, trying to lean my whole wight on the leg, as you usually do when you walk, but it's so hard. Fuck it hurts! I manage to lean in more than I did a week ago, so I'm getting some improvements. I use the crutches though and they take most of the weight. I long for the day when I don't need them anymore either.

I've at least been out of the house more now. I've taken some walks around the neighborhood and my dad drove me to Anna's place a couple of times. We've watched movies, had a girls night and even a party. Though I mostly sat on the couch the whole party, at least in the beginning. After a few drinks in me I didn't feel the pain as much, which made me walk more freely. I don't remember too much from that night, but I suffered for that the morning after when my leg was killing me, along with my head.

I have been feeling sick for the last couple of weeks though, the doctor said that it was normal with the brain surgery I had. My head hurts, I feel queasy and a little light headed. My mom has been begging me to go back to the doctor to make sure that it isn't something that is wrong, she has been a little overprotective since the accident.

Five days later

“Hi babe!” Eleanor's voice chime through the speaker of my phone.

“Hey. How are you?” I ask happy to hear her voice. I miss my friends back in England so much. She's been calling me every other day since I got home from the hospital, making sure that I was fine and gossiping about everything happening back home. I wished that I was back there, sitting on her couch, drinking tea and talking. Hopefully I could managing everything on my own and go back soon. I manages myself pretty good now, but it is hard to shop for food and such stuff when you had no hands. These crutches was horrible. As soon as I could throw them away I would put myself on a plane back to England.

“I'm good. How are you my little Sweed?” She sounded as happy as ever.

“I'm okey. A little tired, has been sleeping bad lately.” I say honestly, the circles under my eyes evidence of that.

“Well, that's tough.” She sounds worried. “Hey, we are going to North Carolina to meet up with the guys. You're coming with, right?” She ask, making it sound more like a command. I feel myself hesitate. I haven't actually talked to Harry in a couple of days. I feel horrible, but I've actually ignored his calls and made up stories of why I can't call back. I don't know how to explain. I feel my stomach turn and I get nauseated. These past couple of days has been bad. I know they have and it's all because of me. But I don't know what to do.

“I don't know. When are you going?” I ask, my voice a little lower. I should tell Eleanor what's going on, she could maybe give some good advice on what I should do. But I can't even say the words out loud, they are so dreadful.

“On friday. You have to come. I've already looked at flights from Sweden and there is one that you can take and it will land almost exactly the same time as ours. Please!” She beg.

I feel my frown deepen. This feeling inside me is disgusting, I hate it. I don't know how to do this, I actually don't want to see Harry, but I know that I have too. I need to tell him. Fuck! He's going to be so hurt. He's going to be destroyed and probably even mad. He's going to hate me. I hate myself for what I need to tell him, but I can't keep it a secret. That's not fair. He should know. He deserves better than a phone call.

“Okey, I'll come.” I tell Eleanor and my pulse rises. He deserves to know.

Notes

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