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.


24. Finally Broken

Back to Louis' and Sophie's home, Winter 2016, 3:38 a.m.:

Sophie had her head in her hands as she sat on a stool at their kitchen counter. She was almost all out of tears at this point, but sobs still rocked her body. She was physically and mentally exhausted, not having been prepared for all the memories of four years ago to have flooded back at once.

That night with Liam had been one of the best and worst nights of her life. When they finished proving their love to each other, he had just curled up beside her and held on tight, like he would never let go. They had cried together over the cruel joke fate had decided to play on them. Their love had so much potential, yet due to the circumstances, it would never see the light of day. Neither of them spoke a word, and that had said it all.

Sophie slowly lifted her head up and set her arms down on the counter. She closed her eyes tight, trying to shut out the conflict between her heart and her brain. The heart triumphed as always, and she lifted her eyelids yet again and looked down at her right hand.

There it was. She'd hadn't taken it off since that night almost four years ago. Louis never questions it, he just knows that the braclet is a part of her for some unknown reason. That is one of the great things about Louis, he doesn't try to understand every single aspect of Sophie, he just accepts who she is with complete and utter trust. What a fool.

The silver braclet layed on her wrist just right so that the charm was rested on the top of her hand with "Always" face up.

Everything happened very fast then.

Flashes of memory blurred Sophie's vision. Liam's face, Liam's mouth, Liam's torso, Liam's eyes, Liam's back. Liam was everywhere. She tried to shake him out of her mind, but he just wouldn't go away.

Sophie stood up suddenly, so fast that the stool falls over with a loud bang.

Louis wakes up.

"No, no, stop it, please..." Sophie mutters to herself, clutching her head and turning about in no particular direction. She squints her eyes shut as tight as she can but the images are still there. Every promise, every lie, every hope, every scheme.

Louis gently stands up and sets Lilly down in her crib, beginning to make his way downstairs to investigate the noise.

Every touch, every kiss, every caress, every whisper was like a knife in her gut that she couldn't pull out. "No, no, NO!" Sophie is pulling at her hair, but then she turns around and punches the wall right next to a photo of her, Louis, and Lilly that appeared in a magazine.

Louis hears her shout and quickens his pace down the steps. Something is wrong, he can feel it.

Sophie opens her eyes slowly and sees the indention in the wall where she punched it. It was right beside one of her favorite pictures. The angry tears became sad tears and she turned her head away from the picture, sinking down to the ground against the wall and curling into the fetal position to try to keep her heart from breaking completely. She was hanging on by a thread.

"Soph? Soph, are you in here?" In the back of her mind, Sophie heard Louis shouting for her, but she didn't take any real notice to it. Her mind had gone completely numb at this point.

Louis had already checked inside their bedroom and seen that she wasn't in there, now he was running through the living room and the den, towards the kitchen. He burst in. As he was looking around for his wife, knowing deep down that something was terribly wrong, he heard a whimper from the corner of the room. He looked quickly and saw Sophie curled up in a ball against the wall, shaking terribly.

"Sophie!" There was not a moment of hesitation as Louis ran over to Sophie, sliding down on the floor next to her and lifting up her face to his roughly, dying to know what was wrong. She was just in one of his t shirts, and her blonde hair was all over the place. Snot and tears ran down her face, and her eyes were bloodshot worse than he'd ever seen them before. Tears still fell from her eyes and he had both hands on either side of her cheeks, holding her face up to his with no intent of letting go. "Sophie babe, what's wrong, are you hurt? Tell me what's going on love, what's wrong? Sophie!"

Sophie had her eyes shut tight and she tried to shake her head from side to side and get away from Louis' grip, but he wasn't giving her anything. "Sophie, stop, STOP! Open your eyes Soph, open your eyes and look at me!"

Louis' voice was different than she'd ever heard before and she stopped fighting him, slowly fluttering her eyes open.

His face was just inches away from her own. His bright blue eyes were full of worry and concern, and his hair was sticking out everywhere. He had on boxars and a grey tshirt with a paint stain on it. He looked so terrified. She realized that he was terrified for her.

"Sophie, what's wrong? You gotta tell me something babe, I'm flying in the dark here."

She just kept staring into her husband's eyes, feeling like the scum of the earth. This man so obviously loved and cared for her with his whole being, and she took it so for granted. He deserved so much better than her, but she was selfish. She was the most selfish being on the planet, tricking him into thinking she was faithful just so that he would stay with her. She'd essentially taken away his chance at having a life with a better woman than her.

Louis looked so scared, waiting on her to say something. He didn't know if she was physically hurt, or what had happened to bring on this meltdown. It was killing him to see his girl so broken, it was the most painful thing he'd ever seen. He would have given his life just to make the look on her face go away.


Sophie blinked slowly, making a lone tear fall out of the corner of her eye and stream down her cheek bone to her jaw, where it held on for a moment, then fell silently to the ground. That tear had been the last thread holding her together. When it fell, so did she.

"I'm so sorry Louis"

She passed out in his arms just as the look of utter confusion began to pass across his flawless face.

In her fist she clutched the braclet, the clasp finally broken.

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