Why{h.s.}

Just an act

Sophia's POV

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Harry and Cam were knocking at the door.

"Baby I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I am so stupid." Harry shouted from outside the door.

"Yeah Sophie. He is really stupid" I could just imagine him glaring at Harry through the door.

"No. Harry is right. I do pick family over everything. Even him. Why should I should I even be here? I'm the stupid one here. Why did I think this was my home. Didn't Harry fuck Kendall in the bed right in front of me" I was on the edge of going insane, and Harry made me this way. I blame no one else except Harry. Why should I care anymore? Why?

It took the guys a moment to process the words coming out of my mouth. They both knew what I was capable of, and boy was I going to show them.

"No baby please don't burn the bed? Baby that's our bed. Please baby you are going to get hurt." Harry yelled.

"Oh, for a second I thought you cared about me, but no you don't. You care about your precious $2,000,000,000 bed. Well guess what? You are fucking rich so you can fucking buy a new one!" This is the moment when I reliazed that I am crazy.

'Sophie please open the door." Cam pleaded.

I didn't answer. I was too busy taking the knife I kept under the mattress and jabbing it through the soft, fluffy bed sheets. I was screaming, crying, and cursing Harry for everything he has done to me. I was letting the pain that I kept in for more than a year on the mattress that supported Harry and Kendall while they fucked each other. Now I will not be a weak, emotional person anymore. I will still stay with Harry, but I will make hime suffer the way he did to me. I will put up an act so well that all he can do is love me. And what I am doing...is it love? I do love him, but a relationship it's more than just love. I was raging out on the other side of the door when I heard the door fall down. Time to start acting.

"Baby what are you doing?" I dropped the knife and ran to him.

"Harry I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry. I'm scared Harry. Plase hold me."I sobbed. He listened. I thought to myself, I can get used to this.

"Baby it's ok. Are you ok?" He said holding me and kissing my hair.Oh you don't know how okay I am.

"I am so tired. I want to sleep."I pleaded. I looked up to see if he bought this act. He did.

"Ok. First, let's get you some pain killers and then we can sleep on the couch." For a second I actually saw the love I saw at the beginning of our relationship, but no it was just fear...I guess.

Cam didn't say anything. we showed him the guest room, where he made it his new home. And Harry and I made the couch our new bed. I slept very peacefully that night. I slept in the arms of my "lover".