Sophie's POV

After a few hours of calming down and trying to compose myself I began to stare at the door. I sat on one of the stools in the kitchen and just stared at it. Ready to just jump into his arms and say I'm sorry. I lasted about 5 minutes before I began to get aggitated.I looked at my phone debating whether to call him or not.

I knew I would end up giving in to myself so I just decided to get it over with.

I didn't need to go into my contacts. His was the only number I knew off by heart. I dialled it at the speed of light and took a deep breath as it began to ring.

''Hi this is Harry, sorry I can't get to the phone right now but if you leave a message I'll get back to ya.''

I sat on the kitchen floor calling him literally hundreds of time. Just so I could hear his deep, croaky voice.

My mind began to think about why he wasn't picking up, was he just mad? Or was it worse than that, was he hurt?

I decided to try and ring Louis.

He picked up almost instantly.

''Hi Sophie.''

''Hi...Please tell me Harry's with you?''

''He's literally just walking through the door, why what happened?''

I could hear the faint footsteps in the background, they got louder and louder.

''Oh erm...he's just not picking up his phone.''

I heard someone whisper.

''I can't talk to her.'' And with that I hung up. He didn't want to talk to me. And when Harry's made up his mind, there's no changing it.