A Day (Vikkstar123/Sidemen Fanfiction)

Chapter 24

Sophie's POV

She had almost forgotten it was Christmas Eve. Still reeling from her conversation with Simon, she closed her laptop and made her way  down towards the kitchen. It was getting late, and the boys were probably recording by now. As she walked past Josh's room, she heard the tell-tale sound of his laughter which confirmed her suspicions. Smiling to herself, she skipped down the rest of the stairs and swung into the kitchen, her mind solely on the leftover pizza she had left in the fridge the day before. Practically running around the island, she flung open the door to find absolutely nothing.

"OLAJIDE OLATUNJI, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU EAT MY PIZZA AGAIN I WILL WAX OFF YOUR FUCKING EYEBROWS." She yelled up the stairs, knowing he would hear her. Tapping her fingers against the fridge door, she debated ordering more. As she made up her mind, hands slipped around her waist, startling her out of her thoughts. She squealed, swivelling around to identify the culprit. Of course, it was Vik. Sophie breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed into his embrace, sliding her hands up his chest before joining them behind his head. Feeling his grip tighten, she looked up at him, grinning. "Hey." She said simply, unable to drop her smile. He raised his eyebrow at her. "Just hey? That's all I get?" He faked offence, making her laugh. "You've got me, what more could you want?" She replied, cocking her head to one side. "True. Very true." He whispered, leaning down, and catching her lips with his own.

What she imagined was supposed to be a quick kiss turned into something entirely different. The closer they got, the closer she wanted to get. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled him into her as he pushed her back against the fridge. She gasped when she felt his cool touch on the skin of her stomach and he pulled back for a moment, wondering if he'd done something wrong. "Your hands are cold." She giggled, before leaning in to kiss him again. However, a not-so-subtle cough from the doorway stopped her and she dropped her arms from around Vik's neck. He stepped back so that she could see who it was. JJ stood watching them with an unreadable expression. Of course, we haven't told him yet... She realised. "JJ, hey, um..." She began, unsure about how to explain herself, glancing at Vik for help. "It's all right, I saw this coming a mile away." JJ waved his hand at them, chuckling as he moved around the kitchen to get himself a drink. Sophie raised her eyebrow at him. "Is that so?" She replied, unconvinced. "Yeah. That and you literally told me you liked Vik that night you got wasted."

Sophie blanched. "What?" She squeaked, her heart beating hard against her chest. JJ shrugged at her. "Yeah, you were so drunk, on the way home you kept mumbling shit like 'JJ he hates me, why does he hate me? I love him and he hates me'; it was quite funny to be honest." He laughed. Her expression hardened and she stared daggers at him until he turned around, his laughter dying almost instantly. "I did not say that." She denied, shaking her head at him. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the conversation. "How do you know? You don't remember anything from that night." He replied casually. He was right; however, she had chosen not to try and remember anything, knowing it would only serve to haunt her. Her drunken antics were known to be quite spectacular, on the rare occasion they occurred.

"Can we not talk about that please? Like you said, I was wasted and alcohol enhances your emotions so I was probably a mess since I was upset before I left the house anyway. That night is gone, it never happened in my mind, let it stay that way." She was getting worked up over nothing, she knew, but she couldn't stand the way JJ was now looking between her and Vik, like he had just unintentionally placed an invisible wedge between them. Knowing Vik was looking at her, she took his hand and squeezed it before letting go, walking away from them both before JJ could stir up any more drama.

She made her way slowly back to her room, listening as she went past Simon's room to see if he was still recording. His laughter floated across the hall and she decided that whatever he was doing was more important than her drama. She opened her door and shuffled into her room, not bothering with the light. Flopping onto her bed, she resisted the urge to scream into her pillow. She lay there for a moment, contemplating her life. So much had happened in the past two weeks; things she never thought would happen in a million years. An incredible sense of gratitude washed over her and she smiled to herself. No matter how much anyone offered her, she would never give up that time; it meant more to her than anything money could buy.