Harry POV

Sophia and I sat beside each other, each lolling at an opposite window.

Well, this is awkward.

"You hungry ?" I asked.

When management set me up with Taylor
we had to go out on dates.
And she never ate.

"Oh my gosh. Yes." She exhaled.

"Eh.. What do you like?" I fumbled for words. Y

"Hmm.. Italian!" Sophia grinned.

"Sounds good." I replied.

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"So.. Where are you from?" I asked.

Sophia tucked a stray piece away from her face as she swirled her fork in a bowl of pasta.

"I'm American, I was born in Ireland actually. I moved to Los Angeles when I was one. " She said.

"Oh. That explains your American accent." I said.

"There's nothing Irish in me. Not even luck." She laughed.

I coukdnt help but laugh too.

Her laugh was kind and sweet and made you laugh too.

We finished our food, and walked out with plans to grab a drink.

I grabbed her hand, and her head turned quickly.

Puzzled, she began to pry it out of mine, but I held it tighter.

I motioned towards the black vans parked along the street, an the photographers that were hidden.

Her mouth formed an O, and she realized the tension about the situation.

One by one, the paps stepped out and began snapping pictures.

"Harry! Over here!"

"Who's the lady?"

"Turn this way!"

"Perhaps a kiss?"

Sophia seemed startled , so I tugged her inside the bar.

We sat on barstools.

"Boy. That was rough." She sighed.

"Wait till we go on tour!" I smirked.

My phone began to buzz.

Glancing at at the Caller ID, I got up.

"Lemme just get this call, love." I said

Sophia nodded and pulled out her phone.
I walked to the corner of the bar, and answered the call.

"This is Harry." I answered.

"It's Ken. All I need is your signature, and she's yours."Ken replied.

"Thanks. I'll be at your place tomorrow." I remarked and ended the call.

I looked up to see a guy flirting with Sophia.
And she seemed to like it.

I don't know what came over me, but I strode up to him and shoved him away.

"Get away from my girlfriend." I spat.

"Hey mate. I think.. She's mine now. So run off and fuck your boyfriend." The guy snickered.

I leaned forward and punched him in the throat.

He gagged and fell down to his knees.

"Harry!" Sophia yelled.

She crouched down and helped the guy up.

She apologized, and pulled me out of the bar and into the car, ignoring my smolder.

"The hell was that for?" She exclaimed.

"You've been hired to be my girlfriend. That means you act like one and don't go off flirting with guys!" I stated.

"I'm not your property Harry! I can do whatever I want!" She spat.

"Whatever you do, affects me. Everything!" I told her.

"Did you forget what just happened? If the paps find out you'd be all over the media! Your actions affect my career, too." Sophia yelled.

"You're nothing but a tag-along!" I retorted.


Hurt flashed across her face, and tears welled up.

I realized zed that we were at her flat.
"I'll see you later. Don't forget to post the pictures." She said, her voice breaking.

"Sophia, wait!" I said, but she slammed the door and bounded up the steps.

I pulled out phone and posted the picture we took.

I decided to text her.
to: Sophiuh
lunch tomorrow to make it up?
goodnight xx Harry

I smiled at the contact name she entered for herself.

My phone vibrated.
from: sophiuh
i guess. gn. xo

I needed to apologize, and I needed to do it fast.

Notes

The first Sarry date!
You guys like Soph, or nah?