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.

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26. Please

Still in the living room, 11:37 a.m.:

Within a single second, Louis was back beside Sophie, tossing the chair over and kneeling down next to her. He grabbed her left hand tightly and stroked her hair back with his other hand. His bright blue eyes had gone from being full of anger to wide with worry, concern, and relief.

Harry and Zayn had likewise darted over to the couch from where they had been standing next to the fireplace, Zayn sitting on the arm of the couch at Sophie's feet, and Harry crouching down beside Louis and resting his hand on Sophie's knee comfortingly. Liam stayed behind the couch, but was now eagerly leaning over it looking at Sophie. Niall was still upstairs with Lilly.

"Sophie love, you're awake, thank God..." Louis said worriedly, looking deep into her eyes.

Sophie tried to open her eyes all the way but her eyelids were still heavy, so they just fluttered open and shut weakly. The light was horrible, making the task even more difficult. Her head was throbbing with the pain of making herself wake all the way up, but she'd had to. Liam was about to tell Louis about their past, and essentially ruin her reality. She'd made herself wake up knowing that she couldn't let Liam tell Louis the truth.

Even though she knew that that was exactly what she deserved.

"Sophie, do you need--" Liam had begun to ask as he reached down and grabbed her right hand, but Louis whipped his head up and gave him such a menacing glare that he thought better of saying anything at all. He didn't let go of her hand though.

As Liam cut himself off, Louis took in a deep breath and looked back down at Sophie. "Babe, what do you need? Can you talk to me please?" his voice was so sweet and caring that she wanted to cry, but she was too physically and emotionally drained for any more tears at this point.

Sophie took a breath and gulped, trying to speak. "W-Wat--"

"Water? Do you need water?" Louis interrupted her, realizing that she was having difficulty speaking because her throat was so dry.

Sophie gave a pathetic excuse for a nod, but the boys still understood that she was trying to tell them yes, she needed water.

Louis turned his hand and silently pleaded either Zayn or Harry to get some water. Zayn jumped off the arm of the couch, "I got it" he stated simply as he jogged into the kitchen.

"Lou...th-the l-light..." Sophie hoarsely whispered, trying to explain that the light was making it unbearable to open her eyes all the way.

Before Louis could respond, Harry had jumped up and pulled the chain on the light fixture, making the room darken instantly. The curtains were still open though and Liam released Sophie's hand and walked over to the wall length windows and pulled them shut. It didn't escape him that Sophie had weakly tried to hold onto his hand as he moved away...

As Liam pulled the curtains to, Sophie made another attempt to open her eyes, this time succeeding. She looked straight up at the white ceiling at first. She was too afraid to scan the rest of the room.

"Babe?" Louis asked tenderly, but cautiously. Sophie closed her eyes again and took a deep breath in through her nose before she turned her head to the left so that she was facing Louis. As she opened her eyes back up to look at her husband, she couldn't believe what she saw.

Louis looked miserable. It seemed as though he was struggling to keep his eyes open, even though they were wide with worry and concern over her. There were deep purple bags beneath them, and his hair was ruffled and messed up. The tear stains on his cheeks and the collar of his tshirt did not escape her. Had she done this to him?

A tear seeped out of Sophie's eye against her will and Louis leaned further in towards her face, still crouching on the floor beside her. "Hey, hey, none of that now" he said sweetly, reaching up a hand and wiping away her tear. He didn't move his hand though, but instead cupped it against her cheek. She shut her eyes tight and leaned into its warmth.

"I'm s-so s-sorry" she mumbled, to which he didn't respond. He was struggling to keep his composure as well.

Sophie took in another breath and leaned out of his hand. "Louis, I w-want to s-sit--"

"Yeah, 'course, let me help" Louis saw that she wanted to sit up, so he immediately stood up and put his hand underneath her back to lift her up in a sitting position. Sophie winced as pain erupted all over her body from the sudden movement, but she pushed on anyways. "Easy now, easy..." Louis soothed.

As she sat all the way up and opened her eyes, Sophie suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over her and she started to fall back again. Louis and Liam (who is still standing behind the couch, though Sophie is refusing to look at him) both lurched forward at the same time to prevent this. Louis put his right hand at the small of her back, his left holding tightly onto her hand. Liam grabbed her other hand and held onto her shoulder firmly. As soon as he made contact though, Louis immediately snapped his head up and looked up at Liam hatefully, making a gutteral noise that almost sounded like a...growl. Liam took no notice of it though, and likewise made no sign of moving away from Sophie. He was done being scared of Louis.

Sophie fluttered her eyes some and then shook her head slightly to clear away the dizziness. "I'm okay, I'm okay" she mumbled as she regained her clarity. She pulled both her hands away from Louis and Liam and rotated her body on the couch so that she was sitting on the edge of the black leather, with her hands balled up in fists and pushing against the seat cushions. She lowered her head and took in several deep breaths before looking up and around her.

Louis had sat down on the couch beside her and had his arm around her waist comfortingly. She turned her head to the right painfully and saw that Harry was sitting on the arm of the couch now, having taken Zayn's spot. His signature brown curls were falling down in front of his face. He was wearing black skinny jeans and, as always, a white v neck tshirt. He looked good. Zayn was standing in the doorway that led to and from the kitchen, a glass of water in his hand; she hadn't even heard him reenter the room. He was wearing ripped jeans, and a concert tee. His hair was down, instead of in its usual quiff and Sophie made a mental note to tell him later that she liked how it looked. Niall wasn't in the room, so she figured he was still upstairs with Lilly, avoiding the entire situation. It didn't bother her though, she knew he had left because of Louis' and Liam's earlier tussle. Speaking of which...

Liam had moved around from behind Sophie just seconds before, and was now propped up against the fireplace mantle, about six or seven steps in front of her. He was leaned back cooly, with his feet crossed at the ankles, and his arms crossed. He had his head down and was staring at Sophie intently with his big brown eyes. She hadn't seen him in months, since right after Lilly was born, and she hated to admit that...that he looked sinfully good.

He had on faded blue jeans and gray converses, medium top. He was wearing a plain navy blue tshirt and it was tight enough to show his ab and chest muscles. His pants were low rise, and she saw his polo boxar tops. She laughed mentally, she had always used to tease him about wearing polo boxars.

Sophie finally forced herself to look up at his face, and she was surprised at what she saw. He had let his hair grow out again, and it wasn't up in a quiff, but rather down and natural. His brown waves looked lighter than usual, even in the darkness of the living room, and it swooshed a little bit to the right. His head was tilted down, and he was looking at her beneath his long eyelashes, which she had always been so jealous of. She looked into his brown orbs, and saw so much feeling. He was worried, but relieved. He was also angry, and...sad. Looking into his eyes like that gave Sophie the familiar internal pull to go up to him and wrap her arms around his waist and hold on tight, and never let g--

"Sophie love, do you still need that water?"

Louis' voice made Sophie jump, and she saw that Liam was startled too. How long had they been staring into each other's eyes, having their own silent conversation...?

She blinked several times and turned to face Louis yet again. His arm was still around her waist and his other hand rested on her knee. What had he just said?

"W-What was that?" she stuttered out.

"Water? Do you still need water?"

"Oh..." Mentioning water reminded Sophie of the dull ache in the back of her throat, probably from crying so much and sleeping for so long. "Y-yes" she said hoarsely.

Zayn speedwalked over to the couch and sat on the other side of Sophie, handing her the glass as he quietly mumbled, "Here ya go, babe"

"Th-thanks" Sophie replied shakily, taking the crystal glass with both hands.

As Sophie lifted the cup slowly and took a big gulp of the cold water, she felt all four of the boys' eyes staring at her. She did her best not to spill the water, even though her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Finally, she removed the glass from her lips, swallowing what was left in her mouth. Then she took in a deep breath through her mouth, relieved that her throat didn't feel like sandpaper anymore.

"Sophie, you gotta tell us what happ--" Louis started to say, making Sophie cringe because she knew exactly what he was about to ask her. Fortunately though, Niall interrupted, coming down the stairs with Lilly.

"Hey, look who's awake!" he shouted typical Niall-style. Sophie and the rest of the boys turned to look at Niall, who was bounding down the stairs with Lilly. Sophie couldn't help but smile, the sight was adorable. Niall was wearing gray sweats and a green long sleeve shirt with a four leaf clover on it (typical) and a white snapback, and he had Lilly propped up on his hip. She was dressed in pink leggings and a cute little pink shirt with a flower on it. What little hair she had was blonde like Sophie's, but her eyes were bright and blue like Louis'. Sophie knew she was biased, but Lilly really was the most beautiful baby in the world.

"Hey, it's two of my favorite people" she croaked out with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Niall came around to the center of the living room and handed Lilly to Louis, who sat her down in his lap. As Niall walked over to the love seat to sit down, Sophie reached over and grabbed Lilly's tiny hand and then looked up at Louis. He was looking at Lilly too, with so much love on his face that it made Sophie's heart hurt. He adored their baby girl.

A slight movement caught Sophie's eye and she looked up. Liam had gone stone rigid,  still leaning up against the fireplace mantle. His arms were crossed and she saw that he was digging his nails into his skin. She looked up at his eyes and saw that he was looking back at her intently. He looked like the most miserable human being on the planet. That was supposed to be him holding Lilly, and she was supposed to be his daughter. The ideal family was supposed to be him and Sophie. Not her and Louis. He loved her more...he just knew it.

Sophie pursed her lips tightly to stifle back a cry at the hurt and pain etched on his perfect face. She turned her head away painfully, looking away from Liam and Louis, only to find herself looking up at Harry, still perched on the arm of the couch. As she made eye contact with him, she saw that he had been watching her that whole time.

Harry cocked his head to the side a bit and squinted his eyes at her curiously. Then his eyes widened and his mouth parted a bit, looking at her and then to Liam, then back. He sucked in a deep breath...a breath of realization.

Harry had seen the exchange between them just now, and it only took seconds for things to begin clicking in his brain. The tussle between Liam and Louis just minutes before, Liam's depressed attitude at their wedding a year ago, why Liam always made excuses in order to skip social band functions at Louis' house. How four years ago Liam and Sophie had avoided each other so often, then would sometimes disappear at the same time, then come back together, looking flushed...Sophie had been cheating on Louis with Liam all that time...maybe even still now! Was that what her breaking down episode just eight hours ago had all been about? It didn't matter. All that mattered now was that somebody had discovered their secret. Harry knew. He didn't know everything, not all the details, but...Harry knew.

Realization flickered on Liam's face as well, and the triangle between friends and former lovers grew tense as they all looked back and forth at each other. Niall, Zayn, and Louis were having a side conversation with Lilly, talking baby talk and tickling her, and thus had no idea about the exchange going on between the other three.

Sophie lifted her chin to get Harry's attention again, since he was now looking at Liam with complete and utter contempt. As her curly haired friend looked back at her with his bright green eyes, wide with confusion and surprise, she also saw Liam look back at her out of the corner of her eye.

Then Sophie mouthed one word at Harry, silently pleading him...

"Please."

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