A Story Of One Direction

Chapter Four.

"Where have you been?" Louis asked me.

"Nowhere, I needed some air" I lied.

"Why are you red? Did you get off with anyone?"

He winked.

I gulped back the tears forming in my eyes.

"Of course not" I choked, turning away from him and going to sit on the couch.

Right there and then, immature Louis had gone,

here came serious Louis.

"Sophie, what's wrong?" He asked me, moving

closer to me and looking me in the eyes.

"Nothing" I lied again, but Louis could sense it, he always did.

"Don't lie to be Sophie, please tell me" He said softly,

grabbing hold of my hand. I looked down at it.

"Please Louis, I don't think I can tell you, it will hurt

a few people" I said, letting a tear roll down my

cheek. "Like who?" He asked. "Please, tell me"

I felt horrible lying to his face like this, but I just

couldn't, not yet.

"Louis, I can't" I half whispered.

"Sophie" He sighed, sounding dissapointed.

"I'm sorry!" I cried, letting more tears roll down my face.

"Come here" He said, pulling me into a comforting

hug, resting his head on the top of mine. Louis sat looking at me in a concerned way for

about an hour now.

"Sophie, you do realise you need to tell me at some

point" He said to me.

"I know" I shrugged.

Just at that very moment, Harry walked past us. He glanced over at me, guilt in his eyes. I turned away

instantly. He head upstairs, Amber following shorty

behind him. What a player. He just kissed me, and

now he's going upstairs with Amber. Which sadly

means a lot of things.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked. "Nothing, I'm fine" I said, a lot firmer than I did

before. I started feeling terrible for Amber, but now

I feel mad at her.

"Do you want to leave, and we can talk about this

on the way back?" He asked, standing up and

holding out his hand. I nodded, taking it and leaving with him.