Sophia's POV.
Even though Harry and I had 'made up', so to speak, I couldn't help but feel that things weren't the same between us. I didn't have the same urge to speak to him the first moment I woke up that I had before, nor did I have the same undeniable lustings to be with him 24/7. I tried to force myself to revert back to how I felt before, but there was something that was physically and emotionally stopping me from doing so; some dull ache in my stomach causing me to distance myself from Harry.I couldn't even bring myself to say those three words back to him. I wanted to, I really did. But I couldn't force the words out of my mouth, which worried me. I thought I loved him, but maybe I was too caught up in the whirlwind romance that I'd just fooled myself into thinking that I did...I was snapped from my thoughts as my phone buzzed violently on my desk; sending a sharp rattle through the wood.
"We need to talk.xx"
Harry. The sole reason for my current emotional turmoil. I guessed he'd sensed my distance; it couldn't have been too hard to notice.
"Okay. Come over at 6. x" I quickly replied, glancing at my watch and calculating that I had exactly 43 minutes to prepare what I was going to say to him.
To be honest, I didn't even know how to explain these feelings to myself. I guess the trust that I felt so strongly had dwindled since that morning when I doubted him. Despite his adamancy that nothing had happened between him and Lisa, I couldn't get rid of the doubts that were clinging on to my mind. I wanted to trust him. I needed to trust him if we were going to fix this relationship. I guess I'd just let my heart do the talking when I was face to face with him.
Harry's POV.
My fingers drummed against my jean-clad thighs as I stood round the corner of Sophia's house. I dreaded the moment when I'd step inside, go up the stairs and we would start talking. I dreaded the moment when she'd tell me she wanted to end things.I was scared; scared that she might actually dump me. Destroy everything we had.Sophia hadn't been her usual self since we'd gotten back together and I'd mentioned the L-word to her...multiple times. I'd have thought my confession would bring us closer than ever, but it seemed as though it had done the exact opposite. Apart from the fact that we were back together, it didn't really feel like it had before. There was no fire, no passion, no sparks between us anymore... or so it seemed to me. Of course I'd asked her if something was wrong, or if something was bothering her, but the question was always no, accompanied with a small smile.
Even though I didn't believe her at all, I didn't ask her again. But here I was now, (almost) hiding like a coward, afraid of what would happen. The worst of it all was, that I didn't want to know how I'd feel if things would be over - again. The first time, there hadn't been a second where I'd believed we wouldn't get through it. Now, however, it all seemed different. It seemed over.But I wouldn't give up without at least fighting for her. Because I loved her... and I wouldn't just let her walk away without at least trying.Taking in a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a second or two, before my feet started moving. It was a matter of moments before I was stood in front of the familiar door, and I almost had to force my arm to lift itself up and for my finger to ring the doorbell. And after a few calming breaths, it opened and revealed a rather confused Mrs. Manza.
"Harry!", she smiled widely, drying her hands on some sort of cloth.
"Hello Mrs. Manza.", I replied with a smile. She looked at me for a few seconds, before rolling her eyes and stepping aside.
"Come in, my dear.", she ushered, closing the door behind me.
"I didn't think we were expecting you until tomorrow?" she questioned, holding out her hands to me as I slipped my coat off.
