Sophia's P.O.V.
I watched the rubber ball hit the wooden door of my wardrobe, before bouncing back to me. I was unsure of how long I'd been sitting here, doing nothing but throwing the ball back and forth, the sound of it hit hit whatever I aimed at somehow soothing my confused mind. All these thoughts were swimming around in my brain, and they wouldn't leave me alone. Frankly, they were all about Harry; about how much he annoyed me, about how much I hated him for thinking the way he did, about how much of a coward he was. Mainly, though, they were about how much I missed him.
His sheer presence had always brightened my mood; his twinkling bright eyes, his bouncy curls, his scent. I missed his oblique sense of humour, I missed his sassy remarks; and most importantly, I missed his smile. It still amazed me how someone's smile could make a person feel so many, confusing things at a time.
But all of that didn't matter now. I wouldn't be seeing Harry anymore and he wouldn't be tutoring me anymore; how the hell would I pass my exams, I didn't know.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I forbid myself to even shed one more tear for that guy; I guess he just wasn't worth it, not the right guy for me. One thing, however, still needed to be done: I had to tell my parents that Harry wouldn't be helping me anymore. I would have to find a reason, an excuse they would buy and not question; something that wouldn't make them make me call him and try and persuade him to coming back.
I didn't want him to come back, I didn't want to contact him and honestly, I didn't even want to think about him anymore. All I wanted was for him to leave my mind, just how he'd left my world.
Throwing the ball against my wardrobe once again, I didn't aim to catch it and just let it roll on the floor. Lying back down on my bed, I sighed. "Poof.", I whispered, "Gone...just like that."
Harry's P.O.V.
I wasn't sure why I was here, but I needed to see her; just one last time, even if it was just to clear the air and awkwardness lingering from our argument. I'd felt terrible since she left so abruptly; and even more awful that the out of hand argument had ultimately jepardised her studies.
I shifted nervously on my feet as the door swung open.
"Harry..."
Sophia's mum looked surprised as she forced a welcoming smile.
"I didn't think we'd be seeing you any more. Sophia said you were too busy with uni work to tutor her..."
"Err, yeah." I rested my hand on the back of my neck as I stood there awkwardly; feeling a slight guilt wash over me as I lied through my teeth.
"It's a shame. You two worked well together. In a proffesional manner, so to speak." she quickly corrected herself through a slight chuckle.
"Yeah.", I laughed awkwardly. "I just have some notes that I thought might help."
"Oh, well she's in her room. I'm just off out to yoga so go on up." she smiled, holding the door open as I slid past her.
"Second room on the left.", she instructed, gesturing the direction with her hands, before giving me one last grin and shutting the door behind her.
I placed my restless hands in my pockets, not quite sure why my heart was racing and stomach churning as I made my way up the stairs.
I wrapped my knuckles on the white wooden door, a soft "Come in" responding from within.
Sophia stood there directly in front of me as I pushed the door to; her brow furrowing as I stood in the doorframe. Her hair was loose and draped over her shoulders and down the front of her torso, clad in just a white tank top and baby pink pyjama shorts. My heart pounded and head span as an irrespressible rush of adrenaline shot through me.
