Why{h.s.}

Our home?

Sophia's POV

~~~~~~~~~~~

My Morning in a list:

*woke up

*cried a bit because of everything right now

*showered

*wore Harry's Ramones T-shirt, black ripped jeans, and my Vans of course.

*grabbed my bag and Ray-Bans and headed out

So that was my morning. As I walked downstairs, I didn't see Harry or Kendall. I guess they went on their "date."

"Where are you going?"I ran into Cam.

"I'm going shopping. " I lied. "And no you cannot come."

"Why?"Cam whined.

"Because I want to get my mind off of some things alone. Plus when I go anywhere with you,  I can't anything done."I said and walked to my car. I started the car and went to my home. I blew him a kiss before I left. I felt bad.

As I arrived at the doorstep, memories came rushing in. I was scared. I opened the door and walked inside. Nothing had changed inside. Framed photos of Harry and I making silly face still hang on the walls. The couch still filled with cute cushions that Harry got me because I was obsessing over them when we were in England. Harry's camera in one corner of the living room. I walked over to the kitchen. The kitchen that Harry built with his own two hands because I wanted everything perfect. He built this kitchen so perfect that I can't believe he actually built the whole thing. I was in tears. I smelled tea. That was weird was there somebody else here besides me. I got paranoid. I heard noises coming from the bedroom. I grabbed the bat Harry kept behind the fridge for situations like this. But I can't handle this. I'm just a girl. I'm having an anxiety attack. So I open our bedroom door, and as soon as I walked in I dropped the bat. I gasped. There were framed pictured of me all over the wall. Every single space on the walls was a new picture of me. As I was looking around, somebody came up from behind and blindfolded me. They held my arms in place. I thought for a second I was going to die.

"Oh my gosh. What are you doing? Please let me go?"I cried. I could tell it was a man. Then I got a thought. "Go ahead and kill me. There's a gun on the left side of the nightstand. Take it and kill me already."

He let go. He took off my blindfold.

Harry.

"What did you say?" Harry's voice was cold. His eyes were dark.

"What are you doing here?"I was still in shock.

"You kept a gun in your nightstand." He was dead serious.

"Well when the person I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with cheats on me with one of my good friends, I kinda get a little suicidal." I said sarcastically.

"It's not funny. " He grabbed my arm.

"OK. Anyway what are you doing in my home?" I asked.

"It is our home, and I live here."He stated.

"No I sold it."

"Yes I bought it."

"Really?"I cocked an eyebrow.

"Hey that's my shirt. I was looking for that forever. But I gotta admit, you look so hot in my clothes." He smirked.

"Oh shut up."I take off the shirt. I really didn't care taking it off in front of him because he had seen me in worst, and plus he wanted to see it so it did no harm. "Here." I handed him the shirt,  and I walked to our closet. I just grabbed a black V-neck which was Harry's. Oh well I guess I have no clothes of my own.

"I guess we have to go shopping."He said gesturing at his shirt.

"Whatever. I can wear my boyfriend's clothes whenever I want."I said giggling. Then realized what I said.

"Boyfriend? "

"It slipped out of my mouth."

"No it didn't. "Harry said with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

I got up to leave. Harry grabbed my arm and pushed me on the bed. He started kissing me, and I didn't know what to do. I kissed him back. I could feel him smile on my lips. I couldn't take it anymore. He was my Harry, nobody else's. Then I realized I need some answers from him. Just as his hands went under my shirt,  I got up.

"Harry before this goes somewhere, we need to talk." I said I'm surely getting some answers today.