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.


44. When No One Is Looking

Three Years Ago...

"Are you almost done? I need to pee really bad." Liam whined.

"Shh!" Sophie ignored his whining and continued to sketch. Liam desperately wanted to turn his head and look at her. Sophie was always so cute when she was sketching, she would bite her bottom lip and furrow her eyebrows in deep concentration. He had already sneaked a peek two times though, and if he moved from his pose a third time he was sure to get the 'Wrath of Sophie', or so she called it.

Liam huffed in frustration, but he wasn't actually upset. He was actually ecstatic that Sophie wanted to sketch him for a change; every time he had flipped through her sketch book since they had been secretly seeing each other it was constantly drawings of Louis cooking, or Louis singing, or Louis making a funny face. There was not one of him though.

A few silent seconds passed and Liam closed his eyes. He had told the boys that he was going on a short vacation with a lady friend (which wasn't exactly a lie) for a few days, and Sophie had told Louis that she was flying back to New York City to see her sister. Ashton covered for her.

It had been two days so far, and they hadn't left the hotel room. They ordered room service, took silly pictures together (which they immediately deleted of course), watched sappy love movies, and...well, you know.

About forty five minutes ago though, Liam had woken up from a short nap and realized he was alone in the king sized bed. When he made a movement to get up from the bed though, he heard Sophie say, "No, no! Stay where you are, don't move a muscle." She enunciated each word slowly, and Liam froze. "Soph, what is it?" he asked slowly, afraid that something was wrong. Sophie sighed and he heard pencil against paper, "I'm sketching you, and you're in the perfect position, so just stay still."

And Liam stayed still. He was gloriously naked, but he had the sheets pulled up to his waist. His arms were above his head and his face was to the window. Sophie was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room.

That was almost an hour ago, and Liam still had not moved a muscle. "Geez Soph, are you drawing for the Pope or something?" he asked sarcastically.

"Shutup." Sophie said bluntly, not even bothering to retort with a smart response. Liam chuckled. She was so cute when she was serious.

"Sophieeee," he whined, elongating her name, "are you almost done?"

"Almost..." she said seriously, and Liam smiled, knowing that she was biting her lip and scrunching up her face in deep, artist concentration.

A minute passed and Liam heard the pencil stop moving. He heard it pick up again, and Sophie added one final detail. He heard rustling of paper and knew that she was holding the sketchbook up in front of her face to examine the final product. She was so predictable with her routines.

Finally he heard her exhale in contentment and she dropped the sketchbook in her lap. "Done!" she rang out cheerfully, and Liam sighed in relief. He stretched his whole body with a groan, then turned over on his side to face Sophie.

She was grinning from ear to ear, sketchbook in her lap. She was wearing one of his tshirts, and nothing else. Her hair was in a loose ponytail and she didn't have on any makeup. She was the most adorable thing he had ever laid eyes on.

"Well come here, let me see it!" Liam said, and Sophie laughed. She stood up and flopped on the bed beside him, laying on her stomach and tossing him the sketchbook. He rolled over on his back and held it up over his face to examine her work.

It was wonderful, as always. Something about Sophie's artwork had always captivated him, even though he wasn't a big fan of art to begin with. This sketch, though...it was different. She always included detail in her subjects, but she had put even more effort than usual into this. Not the surroundings though, but him. Her portrayal of his body was amazing. She included every shadow, every dent, every muscle line. You could even see the dimples on the small of his back. His shoulders were broad, and his arm muscles defined as they flexed in the upward stretch on the bed. His hair was perfect, messy and frayed. She made him look...good. Good and real.

"Wow" he breathed out in admiration.

Sophie scoffed and turned her head to the side to look at Liam. "Whatever" she said simply before turning her head away from him again, towards the bedside table that held an open Bible and whiskey flask they had been sharing earlier.

"No I'm serious Soph, this is beautiful."

Sophie chuckled and turned on her side to face him, propping up on her elbow and looking at him in amusement. "It's only beautiful because it's a sketch of you"

Liam laughed, still looking at the sketch. "Well I won't argue with that" he said cheekily, glancing at her quickly out of the corner of his eye and winking.

Sophie whacked his arm with the back of her hand, but she was grinning nonetheless. Liam just stuck his tongue out at her and went right back to looking at the book. A few seconds of comfortable silence passed.

"So...you really think it's good?" Sophie inquired in a small voice. She realized then that Liam's opinion on her work meant more to her than anybody else's did. Much more than Louis' ever had.

Liam turned his head and looked at Sophie in surprise. "Of course I think it's good Sophie, it's absolutely amazing. As a matter of fact..." he paused mid-sentence to place the sketchbook on the floor beside the bed, then he turned to Sophie and pulled her up on top of him. Sophie laughed and he put his hands on her waist to steady her. "As a matter of fact," he repeated, kissing the top of her nose and making her chuckle, "I think you should paint it."

Sophie looked down at him in surprise. "You think I should what?" she asked incredulously.

"I said I think you should paint it. On a big canvas. Isn't that what you call those things? Canvases?"

Sophie laughed and said, "Yes, they're called canvases. But...you really think I should paint it?" she asked, looking at him disbelievingly.

"Yes, you should!" Liam replied, "I've seen your oil paintings Soph, they're great. Paint that sketch, and make sure that you always remember this moment. The drawing doesn't even show my face, you could put it up in a gallery or something, nobody would ever know it was me!"

Sophie threw her head back and laughed, exposing her throat. "I don't think I'm gallery material quite yet, but maybe someday."

"So you'll do it?" Liam asked, a hopeful expression on his face.

Sophie grinned and said, "Well I suppose, since you asked so n--"

Liam cut her off with a kiss to her lips. After a second he pulled away and murmured, "Good" huskily against her lips before kissing them again.

"Wait" Sophie said, pulling back a couple of inches to look into Liam's eyes. He looked at her curiously. "What should I name it?"

Liam cocked his head to the side. "Name what?" he asked, confused.

Sophie rolled her eyes and smiled down at him. "Name the sketch goofball. Well, name the painting at some point too, I suppose."

Liam looked up at the ceiling for a moment and thought. "Give it a name that has some meaning for us. Something sentimental, you know? Because nobody ever sees us together, how perfectly we click. We're always with each other in secret, where nobody can see..." he let his sentence trail off and looked back up at Sophie for inspiration. Then his face lit up with an idea. "How about, 'When No One Is Looking'?"

The name was perfect, in every way. It was the basis of their relationship; they were only able to truly be themselves when they were together, and they could only be together when no one was watching.

Sophie peered down at her lover's face. He was so perfect; like a modern day Prince Charming. He was all hers, but...she wasn't his. Not one hundred percent, at least.

A tear threatened to spill out from her eye, but she took a deep breath and managed to keep it at bay. She smiled down at Liam, leaning down to kiss him yet again.

"That's perfect" she murmured against his lips.

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