Harry's POV.
I nibbled the inside of my cheek as I clenched my fists, walking down the road by myself. My Ray-Bans sat neatly on the bridge of my nose, shielding my eyes from the glistening sun. Birds fluttered around me, women with little children holding ice-cream passing me by.
The entire town seemed changed in result of the beautiful weather. People had smiles on their faces as they walked around in their shorts and floral dresses. Every single one of those who passed me by were unaware of the storm I was walking towards; otherwise known as Sophia's mother.
I hadn't done or said a thing to her after the blow-out. Partly because everyone had told me to let it be and to let the situation cool down; but mainly because I was terrified of that woman.
However there was only one reason that I was walking down the familiar street; taking in the familiar surroundings that passed with each timid step. I needed to speak to her myself. Sophia had tried. Fuck, she really had. But her mum was even more stubborn than she was and refused to listen to any sort of reconciliation that came from Sophia's tired lips. I had to do this for her- for us.
She loved her parents, and I knew that their disapproval was taking its toll on her. Each time she looked at me, I could feel the slightest resentment towards me glazing her soft eyes, and it scared me. It scared me to the point where I felt that I was losing her. And I couldn't lose her- not after the heartache we'd already put ourselves through.
I wet my dry lips with my tongue as I approached the end of her driveway, scanning my eyes up the red-bricked path and to the tall, daunting door. It was silent all around me, but I could hear the beat of my heart knocking against my chest. I hadn't even been this nervous for my last exam, which was saying something. It looked still inside, and for a moment I almost convinced myself that no one was in and that I should just turn back and go home. But I knew she was in. Sophia had told me how she'd been working relentlessly from home recently, trying to tie up the loose ends of her father's business.
Jesus Christ, Harry. You're an adult. Stop being so ridiculous. But no matter how many times I repeated these words in my head, and how many deep breaths I took whilst standing there looking like a moron, I couldn't manage to stop my palms sweating and mouth drying.
I gulped as I stopped in my tracks. How this once so familiar and loved environment now frightened me to no ends, was beyond me.
Bringing my hand up to hit the doorbell, I stopped. Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes for a second or two. But then I sucked it up, told myself to be a fucking man and pushed the little button. The all too familiar sounds echoed behind the door and I felt shivers run up my spine at the sheer thought of having to face the mother.
Footsteps sounded faintly from the other side and I held my breath for a few moments; before the door swung open swiftly.
"Harry", she exclaimed in shock; eyes wide as she swiftly looked my up and down. "What d-"
"We need to talk." I blurted out slightly more assertively than I anticipated.
She looked taken aback as the bold words left my lips and my eyes failed to fall from her own. I could see her thumbs twiddling anxiously in my periphery, almost in time to the frenzied beating of my heart. "And I'm not leaving until we do."
My lips were so dry that they struggled to part for each word; the usual moist skin now dry and slightly sticky.
"Make it quick then." she shot back, squinting her eyes spitefully as she turned her back and left me to let myself in.
I stood dumbfounded for a second or two, before I took a slow step inside and quietly closed the door behind me. Taking my shoes off and placing them neatly by the others, I tucked my sunglasses in the front of my shirt and headed for the livingroom. Stopping by the doorway, I composed myself, before clearing my throat. Sophia's mother was staring at me with -slightly narrowed- eyes as she sat on the sofa, hands folded in her lap.
