Two Pieces

"What You're Really Worth"

"I said 5 minutes," Harry said, his tone frustrated, as he leaned against Sofia's bedroom door.

Sofia smirked to herself. A part of her did want to keep Harry waiting, a bigger part of her wanted to see what he would do if she did.

"I don't really like being bossed around," Sofia said, taking her time as she put on her bright red lipstick. She turned to him slowly, cocking her head to the side.

"How do I look?" she asked, a wicked grin on her face.

"Defiant," Harry said, his lips tight and his face in a scowl.

"Perfect," Sofia said, with a satisfied sigh.

"Can we go now?" Harry snapped at her. Now it was him who wanted to wipe the smug grin off her face. It was a game to her; he knew that. Logically, he knew better then to give in and play. But, emotionally, he would love to show her how he dealt with defiance. Although, he reminded himself, you did kind of start the game.

"You're the boss," Sofia quipped, as she passed him, walking out the door.

"It'd do you good to remember that," Harry said, as he looked her up and down, "Your ass is practically hanging out of that dress."

"Yeah, it's a little short, but all I had," Sofia said, turning toward him, "Is that a problem?"

"I think so," Harry snapped, stepping toward her.

"And how would you suggest we fix it?" Sofia said, as she also stepped forward. She was back on her game now. She didn't like how flustered, he had left her. And she wouldn't let him leave her like that again.

"I'm not suggesting anything. You're going to change," Harry said, his voice quiet and stern. Sofia shook her head, and licked her lips, before looking up at him, with a narrowed expression.

"The only way this dress is coming off, is if you rip it off of me," Sofia said. Harry's breath caught, and his nostrils flared in anger.

"You think I wouldn't?" Harry asked, "You think I wouldn't drag you back into that room, and rip that dress in half?"

Now her breath caught. He reached for her wrist, and pulled her to him. His grip tight, and his face inches away from hers.

"Go change, Sofia," Harry hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

"No," Sofia hissed back, yanking herself away. Harry had to take a deep breath, to collect himself. She was playing a game, she was trying to get him riled up, and he was playing into her.

"Fine," he said, surprising her, "Don't change. What do I care?"

He stepped past her, and walked towards the backdoor of the beach home. Sofia didn't know what to do, was she supposed to follow him? Was he really not going to make her change? Did he really not care? After all of that, was he not going to follow through? And why was she feeling disappointed about that?

Her eyes narrowed in thought as she realized, he was playing her game. But he was playing better then her. The thought infuriated her. She never seemed to be able to catch him off guard, or be one step ahead, or rattle him. She hated that. She had never, not had that effect on a man before.

"Let's go," he said, opening the door, and moving his hands to usher her out. She walked past him, mustering up all of her confidence she was about to loose.

"Can't wait to see what Liam has to say about your outfit," Harry quipped.

Sofia stopped dead in her tracks, turning back to the house, but Harry was already locking the door.

"Sorry, no time to change now," Harry said, shrugging, "We're going to be late."

Harry opened her car door for her, and had to squeeze his hand into a fist when she climbed in, her dress riding up a little to far on her very in shape legs. All the aggression he wanted to take out on her, he took out on the car door instead. Slamming it hard, when she was in, before walking around to his side.

He climbed into the car to see that she was slouching in her seat lazily, with no seat belt on, and her feet on the dashboard.

"Are you fucking kidding me with this?" Harry snapped, his eyes ablaze.

"With what?" Sofia asked, innocently.
Harry smirked at her before, lunging. He shoved her legs on to the floor of his car, catching her totally off guard. He reached him arm around her, grabbing the seat belt, before snapping it into place.

"Don't put your feet on my dashboard," he growled, inches from her face again, "And don't get into any car ever again without a fucking seat belt."

His tone caught her totally off guard. It wasn't angry; it wasn't mean, or frustrated. It was calm, calculated, and dominating. It was a tone she didn't want to cross.

"Do you understand me?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Sofia said.

Yes? She thought, as Harry started the car. Did I just say yes? Without a fight? What the hell is he doing to me? And where the hell did that tone of voice come from?

Harry began to drive the car, as Sofia turned to look out the window. Neither of them said anything, both trying to get their heads back on straight.

"So who was on the phone?" Harry finally asked, his voice back to normal again.

"I already told you—" Sofia said, looking over at him.

"No – you told me a lie," Harry counted, with his eyes narrowing in anger, as she rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm not –" Sofia began to say, before her phone began to ring again, surprising them both.

"Well aren't you popular today?" Harry quipped, "Hope it's not another wrong number."

Sofia ignored him, glancing at Emily's number and thanking God it wasn't the blocked number again.

"Hey," she answered

"Hey!" Emily said, sounding relieved, "Are you
okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I should've called last night, but everything happened so fast. How about you? You okay?"

"Yeah, Kate and I have kinda been hiding out in the house all day, but we're good..."

"Good," Sofia answered, "What's up?"

"Um... Isaac called me. He didn't want to call you – thought it might cause some tension."

Sofia glanced quickly over at Harry, before answering as casual as possible.

"Yeah, he uh, probably wants to study for our Science exam, and we have a English paper due."

She knew that wasn't why Isaac was calling. She also knew that Emily knew that wasn't why Isaac was calling.

"Well, do you want me to tell him you'll get ahold of him for that?"

"I'll be home tomorrow, and we can meet up then," Sofia said, "You can tell him that."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Emily asked, her voice quieter now.

"I never have good ideas," Sofia replied, causing Harry to grip the wheel a little tighter, and look over at her with suspicion. She knew he was trying to piece together what they were talking about, but he could only here her side. She smiled at how annoyed that must be making him.

"Is Kate with you?" Sofia asked, thinking back to her phone call earlier.

"Yeah, she's here..." Emily replied.

"Um," Sofia said, trying to figure out how to word this so Harry wouldn't hear anything to raise eyebrows about.

"Remember our friends? The ones who were looking for me the other day?" Sofia asked, looking out the window, to avoid Harry's eyes.

"Yeah," Emily asked, "Why? Have you seen them?"

"I was going to ask you and Kate the same thing..." Sofia said.

"No, we haven't heard anything," Emily answered.

"Just be on the lookout, I think they could possibly want to get ahold of me. So, they might get ahold of you two..."

"Got it," Emily said, her voice tight, "Are you okay?"

"Yup."

"Have you told Liam?"

"Nope," Sofia said, her p popping. She sounded relaxed, hoping that Harry would hear that and back off.

"Maybe you should," Emily said.

"I don't remember asking for suggestions," Sofia growled through the phone.

"Don't be rude, Sofia!" Harry snapped at her, causing her to jump in surprise, "And get off the phone, we're almost there."

"I have to go," Sofia said, "But let my study buddy know about our friends, he might be able to help us all out."

"Got it," Emily said.

"I'll talk to you when I get home," Sofia said, before hanging up. Harry was pulling into a parking lot.

"Study buddy?" Harry asked, glancing over at her.

"Yeah, I have final exams coming up..." Sofia said, unbuckling her seat belt.

'You sure that wasn't code for secret boyfriend?" Harry said, laughing. He was joking, but it made Sofia's heart stop. She glanced over at him, as she hopped out of the car.

"Don't be stupid," she said, slamming the door behind her.



***


"You're late," Liam barked, as Zayn pulled out the seat next to him, and Sofia sat. She was well aware, that Harry was left to take the only open seat left, at the opposite end of the table.

"And what the hell are you wearing?"

"Liam, if you want to dangle me in front of a man, I have to dress the damn part," Sofia said, trying to ignore Zayn's hand on her shoulder, as he draped his arm across her chair.

"Toal isn't here yet?" Harry asked, his eyes on Zayn's arm. Sofia rolled her eyes at the pissing contest between the two.

"No, but he's never been one for punctuality," Louis said.

"Can I get you anything?" the waiter said, as he stood at the end of the table.

"Yeah, me and boys will all take a pint," Niall said, "Thanks, mate."

"And for you, beautiful?" the waiter asked, looking over at Sofia with a gross smile. Zayn's finger dug into her shoulder in possession, while Louis gave a very loud scoff.

"She'll take a water," Liam said, before Sofia could speak. Sofia bit her lip in annoyance, giving her brother a pointed glare.

"Did you want anything to eat with that, Sof?" Liam said, with a smirk.

"No, I'm good," she mumbled. The waiter didn't move, continuing to stare.

"I think that means you can go," Harry said in a low voice. The waiter took the hint, nodding before he walked towards the bar.

"How was Danielle when you left?" Liam said, leaning across the table towards Sofia. A puppy dog look on his face.

"She's fine, I think I talked her off her ledge. Although, an apology from you would probably help."

"Apologize for what?" Liam scoffed, leaning back again.

"Being an ass," Sofia snapped, and Liam rolled his eyes. Sofia continued to glare at him, causing Liam to throw his hands up in surrender.

"I got it," Liam said, "I'll apologize."

Sofia's phone buzzed in her hand, she looked down. It was a text. Don't think you can ignore me, darling. Blocked number.

Sofia's muscles tightened, and she looked around the restaurant, just in case.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, he had noticed. He noticed everything. Sofia hated that he noticed everything.

"Nothing," Sofia said, flipping her phone around so she couldn't see the text anymore.

"Boys," a nasally voice said. Everyone looked up to see Toal approaching the table, "Sorry I'm late."

"As usual," Liam said, with eyebrows rose.

"Sorry, sorry," Toal said, with a smile that said he wasn't sorry at all. He sat down at the head of table, next to Sofia.

"Sofia, you are looking lovely today," he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. Sofia plastered a fake smile on her face.

"And you look handsome, as usual," Sofia said, grabbing his hand from her thigh which it was placed and giving it a squeeze.

"So, what can I do for you today?" Toal asked, but not before the waiter from before appeared, with filled pints.

After serving the boys their drinks, he placed a drink in front of Sofia. It wasn't water.

"Uh, it's a Malibu," the waiter said, Sofia glanced up at him.

"Are you kidding me, bro?" Harry snapped, from across the table.

"It's not from me," the waiter said, nerves obvious, "It's on the house, from our bartender."

Sofia looked over, as the bartender smiled and sent her a wink. He looked like a wanker, and a little too desperate for Sofia.

"Tell him thank you," Sofia said, "But Malibu's are disgusting." She handed the drink back to the waiter.

"I'm tequila girl, anyway," Sofia said. The waiter took that as his cue to walk away.

"Always finding new admirers," Toal said, a sickly smile on his face.

"Yeah, something like that," Sofia said, "But this isn't about me. Liam, I believe this meeting was your idea."

"Yeah," Liam said, his voice livid.

"Well, how can I help you Liam?" Toal asked, the boy's glares not affecting him at all.

"I need to know what you know about the Suns," Liam said.

"Yes, I did hear about your club. And your warehouse. Such a shame, Liam. How can you manage to stay on top if your being sabotaged?"

"We didn't ask for commentary," Zayn snapped, "We asked for information."

"Well information doesn't come cheap," Toal said, his smile wide.

"I'm not paying you, Toal," Liam growled.

"Well, if you don't want to pay for it with cash, I'm sure something else can be arranged."

His eyes traveled over to Sofia. Sofia didn't
even blink; she sat confidently, and smiled at Toal. But in one sentence, and with one look, he made her feel cheap and used.

"I don't think you could afford me, Toal," Sofia said, laughing. She was trying to make her feelings into a joke. It made Harry wince as she spoke. He saw right through it.

"Wanna bet?" Toal asked

"Enough," Harry snapped, his hand banging on the table.

"Touchy, touchy," Toal laughed, "You all have such dirty minds. I'm just saying, something could be arranged to get your information..."

"My sister isn't for sale, you asshole," Liam barked loudly, his vein popping out of his neck.

"I'm not sure I'm willing to give you anything with that tone, Liam," Toal snapped. His hand finding Sofia's, just to upset everyone some more. Sofia was the only one who didn't look upset, she played her role well.

"Are you fucking kidding me dude?" Niall hissed, "I will destroy you right here, right now if you don't remove your hand. And then there won't be anything for you to give anyone."

Sofia couldn't help but be surprised at his reaction. Niall wasn't one to lose his temper so quickly, but he wasn't taking his eyes off of Toal's hand.

"Cause you'll be dead," Louis said.

"Okay boys," Sofia said, her voice angelic, "Let's play nice."

"Yes, let's," Toal said, grinning.

"What do you want Toal?" Sofia asked, "Do you want me?"

"Sofia," Liam barked, but Sofia ignored.

"Because you can have me," Sofia said, leaning close. Toal began to squirm. That was the thing with Toal; he was all talk, but no bite.

"Hell, you can have me on my knees in the bathroom right now, since you think that's all I'm worth." Sofia said, her voice sickly sweet. It was obvious how uncomfortable Toal was with this suggestion. He was finally figuring out just how stupid he had come into this meeting. His stupidity gave Sofia the upperhand. As usual.

"I didn't mean –" he began to say.

"Oh you didn't?" Sofia sighed, "What a shame. How about I make you a deal Toal?"

"What's that?" he said, through gritted teeth. Sofia ignored all the glares, and tried to forget about the pain coming from her shoulders as Zayn's nails jammed into her skin.

"You give my brother information, that will keep all of us happy," Sofia said, "And I will pretend like you didn't just liken me to a prostitute. I'll even make the boys forget you did that. And then maybe, you'll walk out of this meeting alive..."

Toal sat up straighter, his cheeks flushed red. He took his eyes off Sofia, immediately, before looking at the table of boys. Liam took this opportunity to place his handgun on the table.

"I didn't mean offense," Toal said, eyes on his gun, "I apologize."

"Don't apologize, just talk," Liam said, hand
still on his gun as he stared at Toal.

"Yes, well, what do you want to know?" Toal said.

Sofia's phone began to ring, interrupting everything. She jumped up fast.

"I should take this," she said, not even glancing at her phone, "I'll let you boys talk."

"Don't go far," Liam called after, as she walked towards the exit.


***


"What?" Sofia snapped through her phone, as she got outside.

"Whoa, you okay?" a familiar, friendly voice said on the other end.

"Who is this?" Sofia asked, she recognized the voice.

"Chase," he replied

"Oh, hey," Sofia said, sighing gratefully, "How'd you get my number?"

"We do have mutual friend, Sof," Chase said.

"Yeah, sorry, what's up?" she asked

"Well, I'm throwing a party tomorrow night. At my dads barn. I already told Katie and Emily, threw them an invite. But I figured I'd call you myself, to invite you."

"Oh, that sounds fun, thanks," Sofia said, with a smile.

"It's a thank you, for my sister," Chase said.

"Oh? So you don't really want me to come?" Sofia asked, laughing. Chase chuckled on the other end.

"No, of course I do. But, it's also a thank you. It starts at 10, but you can come anytime..."

"Anytime? What if I came early?" Sofia asked, biting her lip.

"I'm sure we could find something to do," Chase answered, smoothly. Sofia laughed loudly. Chase made her forget about her life, made her feel normal as she flirted on the phone with him.

"I'm sure we could. Yeah, I'll be there," Sofia said,
"Thanks for the invite."

"Sure, and listen, there's cover... but you don't have to pay," Chase said, "Just let them know I covered you."

"I will be sure to do that," Sofia said, a stupid grin on her face.

"Okay, so I'll see you tomorrow night?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

"Yes, you will," she replied.

"I'll talk to you later, then," Chase said.

"Sounds perfect," Sofia replied. Hanging up the phone she took a deep breath.

"What sounds perfect?" Harry asked from behind her, making her jump.

"Jesus Christ, Harry!" Sofia snapped, "What the fuck?"

"You've been awfully popular today," Harry said.

"Yeah, people like me, believe it or not," Sofia mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Not," Harry replied.

"Did you get anything out of Toal?" Sofia asked, changing the subject. And trying to ignore Harry's piercing stare.

"Not yet, but you're supposed to go home. Liam doesn't want anymore improve from you at the table..." Harry said, glaring at her.

"What? You didn't appreciate my improve either?" Sofia asked

"I don't ever want to hear that you'll get on your knees in the back bathroom for someone," Harry growled.

"Why? Not my place to offer? Since you all seem to think you own me?" Sofia snapped, stepping toward him in anger.

"No," Harry said, "Because you're not that cheap, Sofia."
His response caught her off guard. She looked away from him, biting her lip hard. It was like he knew how she was feeling, and was trying to tell her she was wrong. She hated that.

"And if you believe that you could be cheap enough to get on your knees in some disgusting public bathroom, only to be used," Harry said, moving hair from her face gently, "Maybe we should talk about what your really worth."

Sofia stepped back from him quickly, straightening up.

"And if you ever do it again," Harry growled, "You won't like consequences."

"So how am I supposed to get home? My guess is you..." Sofia said, she was changing the subject, and she couldn't look him in the eye. She was wondering about the consequences though. Harry looked serious, and slightly intimidating.

"No, Zayn volunteered," Harry said, causing Sofia to glance up, panicked. She hoped the disappointment she was feeling wasn't showing, but she was grateful to get some distance from Harry.

"Yeah," Harry said, shrugging, not hiding his grin, "Have fun with that."


***


"I'm not sure what you want me to say," Sofia screeched, as her and Zayn stood in the kitchen. Their entire car ride had been silent, but the minute they got into the house all the tension exploded. They'd been yelling for the last 20 minutes.

"Well, you could start by not avoiding all my questions," Zayn yelled.

"What questions?" Sofia spat out, "You didn't question me, Zayn! You accused me of trying to sleep with Harry!"

"Well, aren't you?" Zayn snapped, "I mean, God! You two are huddled together in corners, you're sharing all kinds of looks, and HE'S IN YOUR GOD DAMN ROOM!"

"Maybe we should just calm down," Eleanor said, from the sidelines, where her and Danielle had been standing since they heard the yelling.

"I'm calm," Zayn snapped.

"Oh yeah, you sound real calm, Zayn!" Sofia said.

"You think I don't sound calm?" Zayn growled, stepping toward her.

"No! I think you sound jealous, and ridiculous!" Sofia yelled, "And it's total bullshit. Who are you to question me on other guys?"

"I have every right to question you!" Zayn yelled, "And you have to answer!"

"I don't have to do shit!" Sofia screamed, "I don't owe you anything, Zayn!"

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Louis asked, stepping into the room. The rest of the boys behind him.

"We're not exactly sure," Danielle answered.

"You owe me the truth!" Zayn yelled, "I mean, you lead me on and told me you didn't want commitment! You're lying! I see the way you look at him!"

"I DON'T!" Sofia screamed, " AND I'VE DONE NOTHING TO SHOW YOU THAT I WAS LYING! I DON'T WANT A COMMITMENT!"

"In general, Sofia?" Zayn yelled over her, "Or just with me?"

The room went silent. Sofia didn't respond. In the silence, Zayn got his answer. He looked like Sofia just hit him in the stomach.

"Zayn..." Sofia said quietly, "It's not like that..."

"You know what?" Zayn said, throwing his hands up, "You don't have to tell me what it's like or not like. You're right, you don't owe me anything. You've always made that very clear."

"Zayn," Sofia said, stepping toward him, she sounded desperate, "Please. You have Perrie, and I will never be the right person for you. "

"You could, you just don't want to be," Zayn said.
Everyone else was silent. Harry was angry with Zayn for cornering her like this, especially in front of everyone. But he also wanted to see how Sofia reacted.

"You're right," Sofia said, nodding, "I don't. I'm not that girl."

"You were MY girl," Zayn mumbled, his voice sounding hurt.

"No," Sofia said, her voice soft, and gentle, "I wasn't."

"Maybe this is conversation you two should have in private," Louis suggested, quietly.

"No, it's fine," Zayn said, "The conversations over, nothing more to say."

He looked over at Harry, which caught everyone's attention.

"She's your problem now," Zayn said.

"Zayn, man..." Harry said, shaking his head. But it was too late; Zayn was already walking out of the house.

"I'll make sure he's okay," Louis said, pulling Eleanor with him.

"What the hell did you do?" Liam snapped at his sister.

"ME?" Sofia said, "I didn't do anything! Why do you always assume it's me?!"

"Because you're always playing games, Sofia!" Liam barked, "Is this Harry, Zayn triangle a new game?"

"I know this might come as a surprise to all of you," Sofia snapped, "But life isn't a fucking game! So fuck you if that's what you think! Fuck you all!"

And with that, she stormed out of the house, the opposite way Zayn had gone.

"Uh, should I follow her?" Niall asked.

"No, let her calm down," Danielle said, "Can you go make sure dinner isn't burning?"

"Sure."

"You want to explain this?" Liam said, turning to Harry.

"There's nothing to explain. Zayn thinks something is going on," Harry said, shrugging. He desperately wanted to follow Sofia out, but it probably wasn't the right thing to do.

"And is there?" Liam asked.

"You heard your sister, Liam," Harry said, "I hardly doubt that I, the king of anti-commitment, would be the one to change her mind."

Danielle didn't believe him, and she rolled her eyes to tell him so.

"So, I owe her an apology..." Liam said, "She didn't do anything to set him off."

"No," Harry said, before turning towards the office.

"We should talk about your sister, and you snapping at her," Danielle said, quietly.

"I'll take care of it, I'm just under a lot of pressure," Liam said, "And I'm taking it out on people I shouldn't."

"Is that my apology?" Danielle asked

"I'm sorry, baby," Liam said, "I was an ass."

"Yes you were, but I wasn't helping," Danielle
said, "So your forgiven. Back to your sister..."

"What about her?" Liam asked

"Are you aware she's under the impression she should move out?" Danielle asked.

"WHAT?"


***


"Life shouldn't be this hard," Sofia said, over the phone. She was sitting on the beach.

"Why'd you call me, Sof?" Isaac asked, "I'm only one more complicating factor..."

"I just wanted to hear from someone who gets it, but who isn't in charge..." Sofia said.

"I'll say it again, we could just leave..." Isaac said quietly, Sofia laughed.

"I could never leave. It's all I know," Sofia mumbled.

"I know," Isaac whispered, "Listen, I'll see you at the party tomorrow."

"Okay," Sofia agreed, before hanging up. She sat with her legs crisscrossed, her hand in her hands.

"It's all I know," she repeated to herself. Everything was so clear-cut when her father was alive. She did her job, no feelings involved. She got away with everything, and no one cared. She hated people caring. She hated the feelings. She just had to turn it off.

"You're not moving," said a stern voice behind her, she turned to see Liam standing there, with the rest of the boys.

"God, you can't say anything in this house," Sofia complained.

"You're looking at apartments?" Niall asked, his arms crossed.

"I am."

"No, you're not," Liam said, "You can't move out. You're too young. You're a kid."

"A kid that everyone is putting his or her life on hold for! I don't want to be that weight on your shoulders," Sofia snapped, standing up.

"You aren't a weight, Sofia," Louis said.

"Oh yeah? What you think, Zayn?" Sofia asked, "I must feel like a weight to you..."

"I think that everyone here, who moved in, is here because they want to be," Zayn said softly.

"I can take care of myself," Sofia snapped.

"No you can't!" Harry snapped back, "You're 16! You're a kid, Sofia! You think you everything, and you have it all together, but you don't!"

"How do you know?" Sofia yelled, "A few conversations? A hospital visit? A few witty remarks and you think you know me?"

"I do know you!" Harry snapped, "I was you!"

"It doesn't matter whether he knows you or not," Liam said, stepping between the two of them.

"Now you're going to tell me what matters? I thought you didn't think anything mattered to me. I mean, my life's just a fucking game, isn't it?"

"I shouldn't have said that," Liam said, "And I shouldn't have brought you to that meeting today. I know how he probably made you feel..."

"That was nothing," Sofia said, rolling her eyes at him.

"It was something," Liam said, biting his lip in apology.

"It's not like I haven't felt it before," Sofia said.

"I know, and that's why it matters, Sofia," Liam said, "You're not moving out. Not because I don't think you couldn't handle yourself, or that you could take care of yourself..."

"Then why?" Sofia snapped

"You shouldn't have to," Liam said.

"Is there something else going on, Sof?" Louis asked, "You've been weird since lunch."

"No," Sofia lied, "Nothing."

She could tell Louis didn't believe her, but he didn't press the issue either. She felt her phone buzz again; she couldn't bring herself to look at it. It'd be too dangerous to that in front of them anyway.

"Dinner's ready," Liam said.

"So conversation over about the apartments?" Sofia asked.

Liam laughed, "That was never going to be a conversation, Sofia. And it's not going to be an argument."

His voice was stern, and final.

"Come on," Zayn said, taking her hand, "Let's get food. I'm kinda starved after our fight."

"Still mad?" Sofia asked, walking with him as everyone else followed.

"I just need time," Zayn answered quietly.


***


"What the hell is this?" Sofia asked, coming out of her bathroom, to Harry on her bed.

"This bed is definitely more comfortable then mine," Harry said, his voice light and his words slightly slurred.

"Are you drunk?" Sofia asked, laughing.

"Tipsy," Harry corrected, sitting up.

"And you thought you'd crash in my bed?" Sofia asked. She couldn't help but smile. She wasn't sure she'd ever had a conversation with tipsy Harry.

"I think I like it better then mine," Harry answered.

"No way in hell," Sofia growled, "Move it, Styles."

"I thought you'd say that," Harry said, "So I brought you this, as a bribe."

Harry held up a bottle of red wine, making her raise her eyebrows.

"Trying to get me drunk?" Sofia asked, grabbing the bottle as she sat on her bed.

"Would it get you tell me your secrets?" Harry said, rolling toward her.

"What secrets?" Sofia asked, before taking a swig.

"All of them," Harry said, suddenly the tipsiness gone from his voice, "Everything you bottle up and try and handle on your own."

Sofia swallowed hard as he looked her. She took another sip out of the bottle, before lying down next to him.

"I'm not that complicated, Harry," Sofia said, her voice quiet and slightly broken.

"Yes you are," Harry replied, "I think you're the most complicated person I've ever met."

"Think about me a lot?" Sofia quipped.

"See? You hide it with quick wit and sarcasm and flirting, but you're complicated and you can't hide it from me. And that must drive you crazy."

"You don't drive me crazy," Sofia scoffed, but she was staring up at the ceiling instead of him, which told him she was lying.

"You drive me crazy," he admitted.

"What do you want Harry?" Sofia asked.

"I told you," he answered, "Your secrets."

"It's going to take a lot more then a bottle of wine to get my secrets."

"Ah!" Harry said, pointing at her with a grin, "So there ARE secrets."

"You're unbelievable," Sofia said, shaking her head.

They lay side by side, their shoulders touching. Sofia bit down on her lip, as Harry stared at her. Neither of them said anything, as they passed the bottle of wine between them.

"My dad would have done it, you know?" Sofia finally said, quietly.

"What?"

"He would've put a price on me today. To get information, he would've put money on me."

"Maybe," Harry agreed, "But there isn't a price high enough for you."

"You don't believe that," Sofia scoffed, "You're just trying to make me feel better about what an ass my dad was."

"I do believe that," Harry said, all of a sudden the dominance from earlier that day was back in his voice. He sat up, and hovered over her. Her heart stopped, as he stared down at her. Intensity in his eyes.

"I don't want you thinking badly about yourself anymore," Harry said, his voice calm, low, and stern, "That's an order."

Sofia didn't say anything, but shivers ran up her spine as he spoke. Harry was sincere.

"I don't take orders well," Sofia said.

"I don't take defiance well," Harry responded, before grabbing the bottle out of her hand and putting it on the table beside them. Sofia thought he would leave, but he didn't. He lay back down, and she didn't bother asking him to go. She told herself it was because she knew he wouldn't, but she knew it was because she didn't want him to.

She hated that. She just had to turn that off.