Sophia's POV
I pushed Harry off me with as much force as I could muster up, making him tumble off the edge of my bed. My hands instantly reached for my hoodie that lay on the end of the bed, pulling it over my head. As I regained my sight, I felt my throat closing up as my eyes met those of my mother's. Her mouth was as wide as her eyes as she glanced from me to Harry who was busy pulling his jeans back on.
"Mum...", I whispered, wrapping my arms round my middle as my heart drummed wildly against my ribcage.
"Harry, I think it would be best if you left.", she said, her voice intimidatingly low as she ignored my words.
"Please, Mrs. Manza, this isn-", Harry began, shock and also embarrassment evident in his voice.
"Leave. Now.", my mother interrupted him loudly, making both him and me flinch. She turned her head back to look at me and I could honestly say this was the first time I felt afraid of her. Her gaze was cold and piercing as she did nothing but stare at me.
Harry's POV
I couldn't quite get my head around what was happening as I shot Sophia a quick glance before shuffling myself from the bed. Her mum's eyes shot daggers at me as I walked towards the door, which made me heart pound and all the moisture drain instantly from my mouth.
Fuck. How could we have let this happen?
I twisted my body as I slid between her and the door frame, too cowardice and ashamed to even make eye contact with her. I was actually scared. I quickly made my way down the stairs and to where my coat was hanging, hurriedly tugging the sleeves over my arms. It was only then when I realised how much I was shaking. My heart practically lurched out of my mouth as I found myself faced with Sophia's mum; her eyes glaring at my timid frame.
"M-Mrs Manza...", I stammered, only to be interrupted by a harsh hiss as she shushed me to silence.
I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat, searching her eyes as we stood there in silence. The corners of her mouth were down-turned; brows furrowed sharply; eyes dark. The silence was so unnerving that I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, blocking out what I imagine was heavy and jagged breathing coming from my part.
I wanted her to shout at me; to tell me how inappropriate I'd been; to tell her how sick I made her feel... But instead she just turned the door handle and held it open; her eyes watching me intently until I moved from my spot. I grabbed my bag from the floor and slung if over my shoulder; chills running down my spine as I felt her watch me from behind. The cold air hit me like a harsh slap in the face, freezing my cheeks instantly.
"Oh Harry..."
I slowly turned on my heels to face Sophia's mum, who was stood between the door frame, illuminated almost evilly by the porch light. I couldn't muster any words to speak, so instead I just stood there silently, looking like a wounded puppy.
"I don't ever want you coming here again."
She spoke her words slowly and almost without emotion. But I knew the soft tone of her voice was masking utter disgust and shame towards me right now. What had we gotten ourselves into?
5 days later
I crossed my arms in front of my chest as I frowned at the many types of cheese in front of me. My eyes wandered from one to the other, indecisive about which to choose.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Niall's unexpected question made me jump and I let out a... manly squeal, earning surprised glances from the other people in the shop. "Nothing, just trying to pick out some cheese.", I shrugged. "But you've been standing here for like five minutes?"
