Harry's POV:
"So you're telling me you've been in a relationship for 3 months with your goddamn makeup artist and now you want to go public? How did no one find out about this?!" Mark screamed into the phone.

I chuckled, "Everyone thought she was Sophie's tagalong. They thought management made her go with us so it didn't look like Soph was getting special treatment."

"Well it looks like you two have it all figured out. Harry this is going to be a shit storm. Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked.

"Pretty sure," I mumbled.

"I'll take care of it. Enjoy your break because you're going to have more press than ever to deal with when you get back," He replied.

I walked into the hotel lobby and saw Brielle playing on her phone with a very concentrated look on her face. She was biting her lip and was mumbling something to herself, probably about how candycrush was 'rigged' and there's no way in hell anyone can actually pass the upper levels. It's weird that I could notice shit like that from so far away but I guess I knew her well enough to pick up on those things. She was my bird afterall. God. I'd never get sick of saying that.

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her petite shoulder, "Ready love?"

She locked her phone and slide it into her pocket, "Ready as I'll ever be."

I knew there would be tons of paps outside and I wanted to make a statement. To everyone. That she was mine. I reached down and brushed my hand against hers, intertwining our fingers together. She looked up at me and smiled, squeezing my hand as tight as she could.

"Quite the grip you've got there," I mumbled as we walked through the first set of doors.

She slid her sunglasses over her eyes and smiled, "Yes but you already knew that."

The paparazzi were having an absolute field day. Screaming the most ridiculous obscenities about who she was and why she was here with me. If they paid closer attention they'd known that she had been there the entire time.

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Sophia's POV:
I walked into my apartment and dropped all of my shopping bags on the counter, relieved from the 12 or so bags weight.

"Can I help you with that love?" A voice asked.

"AH!" I shrieked, backing up into the refrigerator.

Louis grinned and engulfed me into an unexpected hug.

"What... what are you doing here?!" I asked into his neck.

He didn't release me, he just shrugged his shoulders, "Told you I was gonna fight for you. If there's something I have over Zayn it's the fact that I have a key to your apartment and can surprise you like this!"

He held the key up and I rolled my eyes. I had forgotten that I gave that to him in the first place. I held my hand out and glared at him. He smirked and rested it on top of my hand, then walking over and sprawling himself out on the couch.

"Lou honey, what exactly ARE you doing here?" I reiterated, hoping he'd comply to my simple questions since I threw 'honey' in with it.

"Well HONEY, I wanted to take you out somewhere. You know, Louphia time. The fans miss it and I certainly do as well," He said.

I rolled my eyes again. Really? Like I give a shit about the fans opinions at this point. I'm not even sure if I gave a shit about my own opinion anymore. But he came back to London. And I did miss him. Not that I would ever admit it or let those thoughts surface more than they already had. And Zayn wasn't going to be back until tonight so I was bored until then anyway.

"Fine. Lunch. But that's it Lou," I huffed.

He grinned and walked over to the door, "Alright. Get your shit."

I looked around frantically, "I can't get ready first?"

He laughed, "Sophie you're already dressed."

I shook my head, "I am not. I'm wearing yogas and a tee shirt. I went shopping. Not out to lunch."

He tapped his foot impatiently and walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wanted to push him away. I wanted to scream horrible things at him. But in that moment, I was completely frozen.

"You look beautiful. Please come on," He whispered.

I couldn't speak with him this close to me and I didn't want to say or do anything stupid so I just nodded and allowed him to drag me out of the apartment. I walked out of the building and climbed into Louis' car. Frustrated was an understatement. With neither of them giving up, and the known thought that having both of them couldn't and wouldn't last forever, I was loosing my fucking mind. I didn't want Louis, I mean I did, but, I didn't. Well whatever. It was a constant battle with myself over would my lust for Zayn last over my history with Louis. I knew I loved them both, although I'd never admit it to either of them. I knew that they were both great guys, but that made it even worse.

I looked out of the window as we drove through the empty streets and rested my head back, "You had sex with another girl."

I meant for it to sound assertive, authoritative even. But it came out as a bitched out whisper.

"I... I did. You're right," He said back, shaking his head in what I hope was disbelief of himself.

"But you kissed Zayn. Well I think that's all you did,"

I cut him off, "Of course that's all I did Louis. I'm not some fucking slut!", I snapped.

But then again, I may have had sex with Zayn if everything had gone my way. So I should have retracted that statement.

"And I fucking hate Holly the same way you hate every other guy I talk to, so now you see why I'm so upset!" I screamed.

When he originally hooked up with Holly, I was so stunned I didn't feel much of anything else. I was also on a total 'Zayn High' and worried about Brielle so I didn't have time to think about him of all things. But seeing her in that doorway in his fucking clothes with that stupid little smirk on her face, she's so lucky I didn't rip her hair right out of her fucking skull.

"Now you see why I don't like when you talk to Nathan and Connor and Zayn!" He retorted.

"I've known Connor my entire life and I've been friends with Nathan long before I met you! And Louis PLEASE, don't start the Zayn thing up right now because we both know how it's going to end," I said.

He nodded his head in agreement, gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white. For a moment there, I had almost thought he lost his edge. Somehow his little blow ups over stupid shit turned me on.

Apparently he could read my thoughts, "I have peripheral vision love. And stop biting your lip like that. It's distracting." He groaned.

I rolled my eyes, "Just drive so we can get this over with."

He sighed, "Sophie I'm sorry, okay? I don't want this to be a fight.."

I nodded blankly, "I know. You're right."

He pulled into a parking spot and I climbed out of the car and walked to the door, not bothering to wait for him. The woman looked at me and glared the famous 'annoyed bitch' glare.

"There's a two hour wait," She said.

Louis walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, "Is there ANYTHING you could do to help us out?"

I couldn't see him but I knew he was batting his eyelashes and being a stupid flirt. She bit her lip seductively and shrugged her shoulders.

"I'll see what I can do," She winked and walked away.

I ripped his arms off of my waist and turned around, "Can you not do that?!"

He looked at me innocently, "Do what?!"

"I don't know, a couple of things! Using who you are to get us a table places. It makes me feel like I need you around to do everything. Flirting with the god damn hostess to get her to do what you want! That too!" I hissed.

The woman returned with menus before he could answer. She smiled and bit her lip again, "Your table is ready Mr. Tomlinson."

I pinned her down with my eyes, "Don't give him that fucking look," I growled.

She was so taken aback she couldn't speak.

Louis chuckled and I grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers with mine and she led us to our take without another word. We sat down and she left us alone.

"I wish I didn't have to hit on a hostess to get you to hold my hand," He mumbled.

I sighed. I needed an out out of this conversation. As soon as fucking possible.

"Serena is cheating on Niall," I let the words leave my mouth before I could even stop him. I covered my mouth and wished I could have shut my eyes to mask myself from his expression. He wasn't upset or hurt, he was downright angry. Rightfully so. I brought her around in the first place.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"What?! No of course not you idiot! Well wait... how long have you known?" He asked.

"About a day. She wanted to tell him in person. Maybe I should have called her so that he could go home instead of coming here-"

"Love, stop it. You did the right thing. Now let me be pissed off, please." He pleaded.

I nodded and stared into my lap.

"So let me get this straight. This little floozy has been cheating on my bestmate for some time while he's on tour MISERABLE because he misses her and thinks she's upset with him?!" He growled.

I nodded, "Pretty much. Little snot actually said to me 'once I break up with him me and Nathan can be together,'" Once again, foot in mouth.

He slammed his fists on the table and stood up, "NATHAN?!" He screamed.

I took a sharp inhale of breath and nodded.

"Louis sit down we're in a restaurant!" I whispered.

He clenched his fists and huffed before sitting back down.

"Sophia Riley George I swear to God I fucking hate that kid," He growled.

I rubbed my temples, "She told him he cheated on her and was crying and-"

He cut me off, "Niall is his FRIEND. So what if I had been friends with him?! Would he have had sex with you, too?! Oh wait! He did that!"

"Louis that's not fair!" I argued.

"Yes Sophia, yes it is. Maybe Nathan is actually helping Niall and I for the long run. Because we both deserved a lot more than what we got out of our girlfriends. At least he wasn't under the fucking impression he was going to marry her. Thank fucking GOD!" He spat.

I wanted to scream at him but I couldn't find my voice. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. The waitress put our food down and from the look on her face, she could feel the tension.

"Can we get this to go?" He asked, as politely as he could.

She nodded and walked away.

"Soph, I'm sorry for freaking out. I just... It's just-" He was getting frustrated and I felt my heart ache for him. He was trying to keep it together but I could tell that the part that sucked the most was that the same thing that happened to him, was now happening to his best mate as well.

"It's okay," I mumbled, not allowing my eyes to meet his.

After two minutes of silence I finally looked up at him and let the first tear fall out of my eyes. I saw the dark, angry look in his eyes diminish. Only to be replaced with a sad, frustrated look.

"Sophia... I..."

I held my hands up in defeat, "Please Lou. Please, don't."

"I know you don't want to talk to me after that... but can I take you home?" He asked.

I nodded and forced a smile, "Sure."

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