Too Far Gone (Sequel to Louis Doesn't Have To Know)

(This is a SEQUEL, I strongly reccomend you read my first movella, Louis Doesn't Have To Know, otherwise you will be very lost whilst reading Too Far Gone)

Heartbreak. Sorrow. Regret. That's all Sophie feels anymore. Louis is filing for divorce and she can't do anything to stop it. But she made the mistakes right? She was the one who cheated after all, with his best friend and bandmate no less. She doesn't even know if her daughter is really Louis' or not. What does this mean for Louis and Liam's friendship? Will One Direction break up? Can Sophie convince Louis that she can change? CAN she change? Or is everything just...Too Far Gone?

(AGAIN, read the first book please. You won't regret it!)


7. Punches, Peas, and Pleas

Sophie's shrill scream echoed through the house as Louis went flying backwards and onto his back on the wood floor of the foyer. Sophie immediately went to his aide, kneeling down beside his crumpled up body and cradling his head in her lap. Liam was still standing, with blood that had squirted from Louis' nose and mouth dripping from his knuckles. Sophie was crying, her petite frame shaking as she kept Louis' head elevated. He was still conscious, coughing as he fluttered his eyes open and shaking his head to try and focus. It had been a hard hit, but not so hard it had knocked him out.

Liam's mouth parted as he tried to comprehend the situation. He didn't know what had overcome him, just knowing that Louis had laid a hand on Sophie sent him over the edge. He had seen red. When he hit Louis, he hadn't been hitting his friend and bandmate, he was hitting a lowlife that had left a mark on Sophie's body. He obviously didn't know the whole story but he sure as hell wasn't going to give Louis or Sophie time to try and justify his horrible actions.

Louis raised the back of his hand to his face and wiped away some of the red, looking at the sticky blood before setting his hard gaze on Liam. He desperately wanted to stand up and beat the shit out of his friend for laying a hand on him, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't scare Sophie any more, she was terrified enough as it was. And on some level deep down, Louis felt as though he had deserved to be hit. He would never forgive himself for physically hurting Sophie.

"Hey, shh, I'm okay." Louis said hoarsely, reaching the hand that didn't have blood on it up to stroke Sophie's cheek, which was stained with tears. She was crying even harder at this point.

Liam onlooked in silent shock. He couldn't believe this was happening. Louis had inflicted physical harm on Sophie, and yet here she was cradling him with love and care. How could she still love this bastard after he had abandoned her the way he did? She should be thanking him for punching Louis! This made no sense in his eyes.

Sophie suddenly looked up at Liam with a coldness he had never seen in her beautiful eyes before. She looked at him with what can only be described as pure hatred. He went to open his mouth and say something, but Sophie beat him to it.

"Get out." Her voice was low and menacing, a sharp contrast to the beautiful, sweet, kindhearted girl Liam knew her to be.

"What? But--"

"I said get out Liam!" She screamed, her voice shrill.

Liam was silent. "Sophie, I--"

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" Her voice was more of a shriek now, and she was basically in hysterics. Liam took a step back, his face etched in pain. Sophie looked back to Louis, who was looking at her with just as much surprise. She ran a hand through his hair and closed her eyes, silent sobs rocking her body. "Just leave Liam, please." She begged, her voice much quieter.

A tear seeped out of Liam's eye as he slipped out the front door without a word.

If ever Liam had a chance at getting Sophie back as a lover or a friend, he had just ruined it.


Thirty minutes later, Sophie was holding a bag of peas she'd retrieved from the freezer against Louis' face. Liam's fist had caught the left side of Louis' nose and mouth, and it had taken about twenty minutes to stop bleeding.

They were laying on the bed together; Sophie had her back against the headboard with Louis laying his head back on her chest. She gingerly moved the bag of peas to the corner of his mouth and he flinched slightly. Louis chuckled from deep within his diaphragm, muttering, "Damn he can pack a punch."

Sophie winced, remembering what had happened downstairs just a half an hour ago. She never expected Liam to punch Louis, that was so out of character for the kind man he truly was. It had been terrifying.

What surprised her the most though, was that Louis hadn't attacked Liam back. He certainly could have, the blow hadn't knocked him unconscious after all.

"Hey Louis?" She asked softly.


Belle took a pause before removing the bag of peas and setting it on the bedside table. She took Louis' hand in one of her own, and ran her fingers through his hair with the other. He sighed in content, fluttering his eyes shut. "W-Why didn't you hit him back?"

Louis took in a deep breath before answering. "Because I made you a promise. I promised you I would keep my cool. And as much as I hate to admit it, I know hurting him would hurt you." Sophie winced as he spoke the truth. "I couldn't do that to you. No matter how badly I wanted to." Louis rotated his body slightly so he could make eye contact with Sophie who was doing her best to muster a brave face. "I think I've hurt you enough for the day." He murmured, lightly taking her bruised arm in his hand. Sophie shivered as her lightly traced the outline of purple on her pale skin. "I'm so sorry baby."

Sophie put her hand around the nape of Louis' neck and pulled his face up to hers. He shifted slightly so that he was sitting up like she was. Their faces were inches apart, their lips hovering over each other. Goosebumps rose on Sophie's skin as his hot breath, smelling of his spearmint toothpaste, fanned into her slightly open mouth. Louis leaned in and gently took her bottom lip in his mouth and sucked. Sophie moaned and pulled at his neck even harder.

"God Sophie, I've missed you." Louis whispered huskily, grabbing Sophie's waist and tugging her down the bed. They were both laying now, with Louis slightly on top of Sophie. He looked down at her eyes for a moment, before his gaze drifted down her body. Sophie squirmed at his intense stare, and he put his hand on her hipbone before looking back up to her eyes. "Shh, be still. I wanna look at you."

Sophie stilled and Louis let his eyes take in the wonder that was her. He knew every curvature of her beautiful body from memory, and yet it seemed as though he was seeing her for the first time. He ran his index finger up her thigh and when his hand briefly skimmed her crotch she gasped. It was there only for a moment though, as he pulled the hem of her tanktop up just above her bellybutton. Sophie fisted a hand in his hair and arched her back slightly when he pressed a light kiss to her soft stomach. He pulled away then and pressed his rough palm against the area just above the line of her underwear. The pads of his fingers were rough from playing the guitar. He pressed his palm flat against her skin and slowly moved it up her body. His skin was separated from hers as his hand reached her shirt again. She sighed in pleasure when his hand ran up between her breasts. Then he moved to where her heart was located, revelling in its fast pace. He moved higher up, his hand wrapping behind her neck and lightly pulling her hair, just enough to make her crane her head back. Sophie moaned again and he kissed her neck, his nose nuzzling the crook of her shoulder. It was so slow, romantic, intimate. Louis kissed up her jawline then and left light pecks all over face, her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her forehead. When he was finished, he left his lips just over hers. This was torture.

"Louis?" Sophie asked against his lips.

Louis' eyes fluttered open again and he looked down at the girl he loved. "Yes love?"

"Stay." She said, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Stay here with me, don't go back there tonight."

Louis looked down at her hazel eyes, which looked like the color of honey in the harsh light of their bedroom. Her bottom lip trembled. Louis knew she was referring to the flat he had just recently bought in order to get away from her. She fisted the hand that wasn't holding the back of his head in his tshirt, which was stained with some splatter droplets of his blood. A tear seeped out of her right eye.

"P-Please Louis. Stay."

Louis took in a breath and a ghost of a smile passed over his lips.

"Alright baby. I'll stay."

With that, their lips finally crashed onto one another and they forgot about the world as they got tangled up together under the covers.

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