Sophie got into Harry's car and placed her refilled coffee cup inbetween her legs whilst she put the seat belt on and then put it back into her hands.

''We still need to talk you know.'' He said not taking his eyes off the road.

''Talk away.''

She knew she couldn't get out of this and decided to just get it over with.

''Well...''

He didn't know where to start. His hands gripped to steering wheel tighter and tigher until his knuckles turned white.

''You see Sophie, I'm just going to say it.''

There was a eerie silence until he continued his sentence.

Sophie's insides felt like they were making a knot and cause her to freeze in her position.

''I need you.''

''What?''

''I need you Sophie, I've been trying to play it cool but I just can't. I need to ask you something.''

She gave him a worried look and kept her piercing blue eyes on his frame as he continued.

''Did you mean what you said in the coffee shop?''

Our story still has the same ending doesn't it Harry.

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

A million thoughts rushed through her mind.

The day they met at the X Factor house,the way she basically had to push him out of the room,the night they played twister and she turned a deep red when she realised he could see down her dress...

When she turned that corner in the X Factor corridors and found the man who had kissed her not 30 minutes earlier, had his tongue down some brunette's throat.

That single memory, overpowered all the others at this moment in time. Sophie begna to think she could never forgive him completley.

She realised she had been in her own little world for some time when Harry moved his hand infront of her face and she realised they had parked outside his house.

His eyes were waiting for an answer.