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.


43. Self Worth

Back in the ICU at Royal London Hospital...

"Right this way Mrs. Tomlison" the nurse said to Sophie will a smile, gesturing for Sophie to follow her. Sophie turned her gaze away from the door where she had left Liam, Niall, Zayn, Harry, and Nathan, and looked at the nurse with wide eyes.

She was pretty. An inch or so taller than Sophie, very tan skin, short choppy black hair with red streaks in her side bangs. She was wearing a massive amount of eyeliner, but she managed to pull it off well. Her scrubs were a light blue and she had on spotless white tennishoes.

Sophie just stood there for a moment staring at the nurse, who was still smiling. Finally, Sophie remembered to speak and uncrossed her arms just to rub her hands up and down her jeans from her jittery nerves. "Oh, uh, yeah" Sophie said with an embarassed smile, her cheeks flushing red. The nurse just chuckled and began to lead Sophie down the white hallways of the ICU.

"Hey, how did you know to call me Mrs. Tomlinson?" Sophie suddenly asked. The nurse slowed down so that she could walk next to Sophie. She looked down at the ground in embarassment.

"Well, I-I'm sort of a fan" the nurse stuttered out.

Sophie nodded. "Oh duh, of course," she said, "I always forget that Louis is so famous. Pretty much everyone in the world knows his n--"

"No, no," the nurse interrupted, holding her hand up to stop Sophie in the middle of the hallway. Sophie stopped and looked at her curiously. "I'm not a fan of Louis, I mean he's great and all, a wonderful singer and super fit, but I meant that I was a fan of you."

Sophie furrowed her brow and parted her mouth a bit in confusion. "A fan of...me?" Sophie asked with a tone of surprise, pointing at herself and dipping her chin down. The nurse laughed and nodded.

"Yes, you, Sophie Ayers-Tomlinson. At first I just thought you were super cool because I always saw you in the media with One Direction. I mean, you're super beautiful and you always wore the most beautiful dresses at award ceremonies and stuff," Sophie chuckled and looked down so the nurse wouldn't see her blushing, "but then I read in a magazine that you were an artist, and I started looking up your stuff. I even went to a gallery that featured one of your pieces called 'When No One Is Looking'. It was so amazing, it inspired me to start painting again too." Sophie smiled and the nurse looked down and rocked on her heels. "I sort of have a lot of your artwork hanging up in my apartment. I just think you're so great, it's like, you put your whole soul or something into every paint stroke. If I could paint half as good as you, I'd be the happiest girl in the-- oh, okay"

Sophie cut off the girl's speech by embracing her tightly. They stood there for a few seconds and Sophie finally pulled back and put her hands on either side of the girl's arms. She took in a deep breath and smiled and the nurse just smiled right back at her. "Thank you." Sophie finally said.

The nurse cocked her head to the side in confusion. "Thank me for what?" she asked.

Sophie chuckled a bit and hugged her again. "Thank you for reminding me of my own self worth" she said hoarsely, fighting back more tears.

The nurse hugged her back tightly. She pulled away and smiled. "Well you're welcome." A few seconds passed. "Well, Mrs. Tomlinson--"

"Call me Sophie" Sophie interrupted.

The nurse beamed. "Okay then Sophie, your husband is just through that door." She pointed across the hallway to a brown door with the number 163 on it.

Sophie's smile disappeared and she paled, looking at the door to Louis' room. The nurse noticed and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "He's still a little groggy, but he's coherent. They've got him on an IV drip to keep him hydrated, but he doesn't need the oxygen mask anymore. He's going to be just fine." Sophie turned and looked at her, mustering a pathetic smile which disappeared just as quickly. The nurse winked and squeezed her hand one more time before walking back to the nurse's station.

Sophie turned to the door and walked up to it slowly. She put her hand on the handle, but hesitated in opening it.

Sophie closed her eyes and thought about what the incredibly kind nurse had said before, '...it's like, you put your whole soul or something into every paint stroke...' She had been talking about Sophie's painting, 'When No One Is Looking' which she had painted about two and a half or three years ago. Sohpie hadn't wanted to feature it whatsoever, but Louis had insisted. It didn't get noted terribly much, but she did get a few commissions.

The painting was good, it was a corner view of a luxurious bedroom. The walls were a deep red, and the only furniture was a mahogany bedside table with a dimly lit lamp, and a Bible laying open. On top of the open pages of the Bible was a whiskey flask. The bed dominated the picture, king sized with pure white sheets. A man was laying on his stomach, the cheets pulled up to his waist. His arms were over his head on the pillow palms facing down. The muscles in his back were defined, as were his biceps. The man's head was turned towards the window, and his face was not visible. He was tan, and had messy brown hair. In the window, there were dark storm clouds, but light was breaking through them. It was honestly Sophie's best work of her entire career up to date. Louis thought that the man was him.

Louis was wrong.

He didn't have to know.

Sophie blinked a few times to regain her composure and snap back to reality. She took a deep breath and pushed down on the handle and opened the door to hospital room 163.

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