Harry's POV :

I sat there as the hurtful words came out of her mouth and her eyes began to fill with water. She had finally snapped. Two years worth of anger she had just let out. And I deserved every word. I sat there for a few seconds. I looked over at the boys who had just moved out of the way of the door to let Sophie out. They were all completly shocked. I ran after her not giving it a second thought.

''Sophie! Sophie!''

She soon turned around and stopped. ''Am I the only one getting De Ja Vu?'' She said sarcastically with a smirk on but with tears running down her face.

She carried on walking. ''Please just hear me out!''

''There it is again!''

''Im sorry.''

''It's too late for you and your white horse Harry...two years too late.''

That line. It just stopped me in my tracks. My legs just turned to jelly.

I let her walk on I just couldn't move. I was in a weird daze. The night she dissapeared flashing before my eyes.

One hour later :

Sophie's POV :

By now I had composed myself and calmed down. This is not how I thought my day would go. I had to go and oversea the photoshoot and check that the photo's were what was wanted. I stood by the camera most of the time and directed the boys at points. But when it came to Harry. I couldn't even look him in the eye. I just stayed silent. He asked me what to do few times, obviously just trying to get me to speak to him, but I just diverted the question to the photographer.

Sheesh this Interview is going to be awkward.

''Okay so what we'll do is if we go back to the green room, and we'll just do the individual interviews.''

''Oh no wait I still need one more picture, it will be the headline picture.'' The photographer exclaimed.

''Okay'' I said ushering the boys back infront of the camera.

''And Sophie needs to be in the middle.''

''What!''

''We always do a photo with the reporter.''

That part slipped my mind.

I looked at who I would have to stand next to. Oh shit.

I moved in between Harry and Niall and flashed the fakest smile in history.

''C'mon boys put your arm round her!'' I could have killed that photographer.

Niall wrapped his arm round my shoulder casually. Which meant Harry would have to wrap his round my waist. He gripped tightly to my shirt. It made me shiver. I was forced to wrap my arm round his waist too but I touched him like he had a disease. Barely gripping him. I could smell Harry's cologne, it was different to the one he used to use. I regretted the next sentence that left my mouth.

''You've changed your cologne.''

Harry was so shocked I had something nice to say to him and his eyes glistened.

''Yeah, it has been two years.'' He said smiling. Not smirking. Smiling.

''Hm...I preferred the other one.'' I said bluntly as I walked back to the green room.

I interviewed all the boys but soon it was Harry's turn. The moment I had been dreading since the elevator this morning. I had to ask him the same questions as the other boys just word them slightly differently so it wasn't too repetitive.

I could barely get the question out of my mouth without stuttering and feeling like that weak little girl again.

''So with valentines day coming up, do you have any plans with a special someone?''

An awkward silence fell across the room.

He thought about lieing. But obviously decided against it.

''No.'' His answer wwas blunt. I needed more out of him.

''Would you like there to be?''

''Are you asking me out?'' He said like we were friends laughing.

''Don't flatter yourself. I need you to give a bit more detail.'' I said sternly.

''Well...I woud like there to be, but I think I'm too late.''

His hand came over mine that was resting on the sofa. I wanted to keep it there. But I had to stay strong and besides...all the boys were in the same room. I moved my hand away onto my lap.

''Okay I think we are done here.'' I said getting up.

''I still can't believe it's you!'' Louis said hugging me goodbye.

''How times change.''

''Too right! You need to come out with us sometime! Just like the old times.''

The old times. Boy were they good.

'Um...Yeah Maybe.''

Harry stood there with his hands in his pockets.

''Nervous or awkward?'' I said smiling.

He just smiled back.

''Even though I am too late... I'm not too late to be friends...am I?''

I pondered the question for a moment.

''It's not that your too late...your apology is.''

I grabbed my papers and swiftly headed out the door. Leaving Harry standing there alone not really knowing where to go or what to do. I still hated his very bones. Just the effect he had on me made me hate him. I was just glad I would never have to see him again.

But that's what I thought last time.