Louis Doesn't Have To Know

Sophie Ayers never intended on meeting Louis, yet she was so thankful that she did. He showed her what it was to love, and how it was to BE loved. He healed her broken heart, and did it with that gorgeous smile on his face. But when Danielle and Liam break up and Sophie goes to comfort him, he tells Sophie it was because Danielle suspected him of having feelings for HER...and that his ex girlfriend wasn't wrong. Sophie soon finds herself caught in an addictive web of lies, schemes, and cheating. She falls in love with BOTH One Direction boys, and is unable to choose one over the other. Liam has an idea though: Louis doesn't have to know...right?
<<<WARNING>>> There are scenes of a sexual nature in this movella.


42. Descending Into Oblivion

Still 14 months ago, inside Liam's flat...

When Liam got Sophie inside, he set her keys down on the table and looked at her. She was standing in the foyer, looking around with her arms crossed over her chest.

She was dripping water all over his wood floor, but it didn't really matter. She was just in red sweats tucked into gray ugg boots, and she had on a white vneck tshirt that he could see through to her white bra. It was also very obvious that she was cold.

Her blonde hair was wet and stringy, dripping at the ends onto her shoulders. Water droplets glistened on her long eyelashes, and her hazel eyes were bloodshot from crying. There were purple bags under them as well, she must not have been sleeping very well. She looked around his home for a bit, taking it in even though she'd seen it many times. She turned to Liam and caught him staring, making her cheeks flush bright red. She quickly looked down at the ground.

Liam cleared his throat to break the awkward tension. "Erm, there's towels in my bathroom, and I've got some dry clothes you can wear."

Sophie nodded and smiled meekly at him. "Thanks" she said in a very small, timid voice. "Um, is it okay if I just wear some of your sweats and a tshirt or something?"

Now it was Liam's turn to blush. "Actually, uh, I still have some of your, erm, clothes. It's not like I meant to keep them or anything," he rushed out, "I just - I don't know, I never gave them back and I didn't wanna call you or anything, and I--" he cut himself off, looking down at the ground in embarassment.

Sophie chuckled. "It's okay Liam, it's no big deal." Liam lifted his eyes and looked at her curiously. "I'll just um, you know," she rocked on her heels and pointed in the direction she knew to be his room, "I'll go change."

Liam nodded and she walked towards his bedroom hurriedly. He couldn't help but admire her backside as she sauntered off. He also couldn't help but notice the sad slump of her shoulders...

Liam rubbed his forehead and shook his head from side to side, shaking some of the leftover rain droplets from his hair. He looked around his flat for a moment. It hadn't changed much since the last time Sophie had been over. That had been about a year ago.

After a minute or two, curiosity got the best of him and he cautiously walked towards his bedroom. When he got there, the door was cracked and he started to knock, but then changed his mind.

"Hey, uh, Soph?" he called through the door carefully.

A second passed. "Yeah?" she called back.

"You're not in any, erm, trouble or anything are you?"

Sophie didn't respond.

"Soph?" he called out again, a bit more loudly.

"No." she said quietly, but audibly. "No, nothing like that."

Liam heard her sniff on the other side of the door and he knew she was crying. Really crying. He knew Sophie too well to think that she was doing this for attention, or anything like that. Sophie hated to come across as weak or vulnerable to anyone, so for her to cry in front of him...it meant something was seriously wrong.

He put his palm against the door and pushed it open slowly. As he looked in, Sophie's bare back was to him, and she was sitting on the edge of her bed with her shirt was off. Her hair was up in a wet, messy bun, and he could see her reflection in the mirror in front of her. He looked at her face in the mirror. She had a green tshirt in her lap, and her eyes were shut tight. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed silently.

Liam continued to stare at her reflection and his heart ached for her. Suddenly she took in a deep breath and opened her eyes. She looked down in her lap and blinked away a few stray tears, shaking her head and regaining her composure. He knew that she hated to look weak. She looked up and was about to put on the tshirt when she caught his reflection in the mirror, looking at her. She didn't jump, or say a word, or even move to cover her bare breasts. She just looked back at him.

Liam's expression was full of conflict. Sophie knew that he had every right to hate her, and yet at that moment, he was looking at her with such worry and concern. It made her heart swell and break simultaneously.

Five seconds passed and finally Sophie looked down, blushing in embarassment. Liam looked away as well, mumbling, "Sorry". She said nothing, just pulled the tshirt over her head. Liam did look out of the corner of his eye though to catch her pulling the shirt over her chest, gyrating her hips from side to side to pull it down the rest of the way. She was sexy even when she wasn't trying to be.

Sophie turned around then and looked at Liam for a few seconds thoughtfully. "I'm sorry" she suddenly blurted out. "I didn't plan on coming here tonight, I just...I didn't know where else to go."

Liam sighed and moved over to the bed, sitting down on it as well. He'd wanted to sit next to her, to put his hand over top of her hand, to kiss her forehead and make all the pain go away.

But he couldn't do that anymore.

"Why couldn't you go home?" he asked.

Sophie chuckled sadly and said, "Louis and I, we uh, sorta had a big fight."

Liam wanted to fist pump the air at that particular moment, but he held back the urge and just nodded thoughtfully. Sophie and Louis never fought, everyone said they were the 'ideal couple'. Had Louis finally screwed things up? Did this mean Liam had a chance again?

"It's just," Sophie continued, "I never see him anymore. And when I do see him, things are...different between us. I don't know...and then tonight, I told him I was getting the feeling that he didn't love me anymore and...and," she started to cry again and Liam yearned to reach out to her. "and he didn't even deny it. He just stood there, and he looked at me. Liam, he just looked at me, I--"

She couldn't choke out any more words and Liam couldn't stay where he was. He scooted across the bed to sit beside her and put his arms around her, and she instinctively leaned her head over on his shoulder and fisted her hand in his shirt. He kissed the top of her head and rested his chin there, rubbing her arm and holding her tight against him. He couldn't help but think how easy this was. How perfectly her head fit in the crook of his shoulder.

They sat like that for a minute or two, Sophie crying on his shirt and him rubbing her arm comfortingly and pulling her tight against him. She felt like nothing bad could hurt her when Liam was there.

Sophie finally stopped sniffling and pulled back from Liam slowly, but not much. She looked up at him from under her lashes, and her eyes glittered with lingering tears. Their faces were just inches away, and he had dropped his hand from Sophie's arm to rest on her hip casually. She realized as well that her hand was on his thigh, in a very intimate position. They were so close, and both of their eyes dipped down to each other's lips. Sophie was so positive that he was going to lean in, when suddenly,

"I didn't mean it you know" he blurted out hastily, making it all sound as though it were one word.

Sophie cocked her head to the side and looked at him oddly. "Wha--"

"I didn't mean it." he said again, "What I said before? About me 'moving on' and 'living my life'. It was all bullshit. That girl?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder and Sophie inhaled sharply, cringing. "Yeah I don't even know her last name. She's a nobody. I feel bad and all, I'm sort of being an ass to her, but...I'm miserable Sophie, I'm lonely as hell. I keep telling myself that each day will get easier, but it's not. Not at all. Going day by day knowing that you..." he took a deep breath to calm himself, "that you don't love me anymore? It sucks. And even worse is knowing that you're with him, that you're married. You wake up in the morning in his bed, and you go to sleep at night with him. He gets to have you forever and you just--"

Sophie shut him up by crashing her lips against his. He was shocked at first, and he opened his eyes wide. It only took him a second though to respond eagerly. He pulled her body tight against his and he put one hand at the small of her back and the other on the back of her neck. When she plunged her tongue in his mouth he groaned in pleasure and did the same.

It was so familiar between the two of them, like riding a bike. He had forgotten how sweet she tasted, how soft her lips were. He closed his eyes and savored the moment. Suddenly she broke away to catch her breath, but she held her hand on the back of his neck and kept his face dangerously close to hers.

"I never stopped loving you" she said breathlessly, but seriously, looking deep into his eyes.

Liam furrowed his brow in confusion. "But, at the wedding, you said--"

"I lied Liam! Couldn't you see? I didn't mean a word of it! I just...I wanted to say yes to everything you asked me Liam, I wanted to run away with you, I truly did. It's just that..." she took in a few deep breaths and then lowered her voice, looking down and away from Liam's eyes. "It's just that if I had done that, so much else would have happened. It would have ruined your relationship with Louis, and the rest of the boys. The band would have broken, the media would have had a field day with it and try to make things even more miserable for Louis," she looked back up at him again, biting her lip before saying, "I had to make the right choice Liam, even if it wasn't my choice."

Liam stared at her for a split second with an expression of mixed surprise, shock, and confusion. Then he very slowly said, "You...love...me."

It wasn't really a question, but more of a statement. As though he was still trying to truly comprehend everything Sophie was saying. Sophie chuckled a bit and rested her hand on his cheek, tracing her thumb over his bottom lip. She looked back up into his eyes and said, "Yes, Liam. I never stopped loving you." She leaned her lips in close to his, to where they were hovering in front of each other, just barely touching.

"Liam..." she said huskily, full of pain, want, need.

This sent Liam over the edge and he pushed her down on the bed, laying her flat on top of the comforter. He kept one hand underneath her on the small of her back, arching her chest against his own. With the other hand, he grabbed her leg and hitched it around his waist. Their faces were still just mere centimeters apart, their lips teasing each other with small touches. They played war with their lips, knowing that as soon as they made full contact, they would be done for. The electricity would overtake them, they wouldn't be able to stop it once it started.

Suddenly Sophie froze and looked up at Liam's eyes. He looked at her curiously, cocking his head to the side. She slowly dipped her eyes down to her left hand. To her wedding band.

Liam looked down as well, and took in a sharp breath. He looked back at her, his face full of pain.

Suddenly, Sophie reached her other hand underneath Liam's broad chest and yanked off the ring. She slammed it down on the bedside table and looked back at Liam, her face resolute. He stared down at her in shock, his mouth parted in the middle.

Sophie reached one hand up and placed it on his cheek. Her eyes darkened with desire and she said her next words seductively and very clear,

"Louis doesn't have to know."

Then they descended into their own oblivion.

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