Part Eighteen

Sophia’s POV

“Sophia, I’m glad you text me; I actually need to talk to you,” Louis said watching me carefully, and taking my hand in his across the table.

“Okay…” I smiled, nodding for him to continue.

“You know when we were at the club…” He stared at me for a moment, then continued, “When you walked in on Courtney kissing Ni-"

“Stop,” I begged him, “Please don’t say his name, it hurts too much.”

"But Sophia, Ni-" I cut him off again.

"Please Louis, I didn't ask you to meet me here to talk about 'that'. If you only came here to try and get me back with 'him' then you can leave because I wouldn't get back with 'him' if he was the last boy on Earth. He seriously hurt me Lou, I trusted him, do you know how much that meant for me to let down my walls... I told him stuff I hadn't told anyone else," I said a tear rolling down my cheek.

"I understand Soph," Louis leant over the table and wiped the tear away with his thumb, "So why did you need to see me?"

"Oh, you know how Beth's birthday is on the 1st October, well we're all helping her organise the party, I'm on invite and cake duty, I thought you could help me?" I smiled hopeful.

"I'd love to," He grinned.

"Okay well the cake shops just down the road, and the printing shop is two doors down from it," I said and he nodded standing up.

"Let's go," He grinned and we headed to the door.

I pulled open the door and stopped. There was a swarm of paps outside the door, how did we not notice them before the door is practically glass. I turned around about to tell Louis to go back into the cafe but he was already out.

"Louis are you dating Sophia now?"

"What happened to Beth?"

"Does Niall know?"

"Does Beth know?"

"What do your band mates think?"

"Sophia are you in it for the money and fame?"

"Sophia are you making your way through all the boys?"

Questions fired at us, each of them like a knife in the stomach. Why the heck would Lou and I be together? He has a girlfriend who happens to be my best friend; also, I've just broke up with my boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, who happens to be Lou's best friend and band mate. Stupid people.

"Stay close," Lou whispered taking my hand.

Our bodies were so close to everyone else’s around, and boy were some of these paps sweaty. We pushed our way through the people, Louis guiding us. Once we were on the other side of the people we sprinted to the cake shop, this time me leading. When we ran in the shop we locked the door behind us so the paps couldn't get in.

We sighed and then turned to face the confused lady at the desk.n"Erm, are you Louis Tomlinson?" The lady asked.

"Yes, sorry about that," Louis smiled.

"It's alright, but erm, I thought you had a girlfriend..." The lady frowned.

"I do," He smiled proudly. Aw how cute.

"Does she know?" The lady stared at our entwined hands.

"Oh no, we're not... We were just..." I rambled on as we let go of each other’s hands quickly.

"It's not what it looks like... Sophia... I love Beth..." Louis rambled on at the same time as me.

"I understand but they might not," The lady nodded towards the paps who were taking pictures through the windows.

"Oh poo on a stick," I muttered angrily.

"Nice use of words," Louis laughed.

"You know it," I grinned.

"I'm Georgia by the way, did you want a cake or were you just escaping the paps?" The lady asked.

"Birthday Cake," I smiled.

“Right, well do you know what you want, like what design you’d like? We can do pretty much anything,” Georgia smiled.

“Is there a piece of paper and pencil I can borrow to show you my idea on?” I asked politely.

“Sure, do you want to come through to the back,” Georgia smiled and we nodded before going through to the back room. She handed me a paper and pencil and I began scribbling down my idea roughly.

“Right well, she wants a fez, you know one of those red hats that Matt Smith wears in Dr Who,” I muttered whilst drawing things on, “Also, the TARDIS, and a bow tie, because bow ties are cool…”

“Big Dr Who fan then?” Georgia laughed.

“Yeh,” I grinned and then turned to Louis, “What message should she have?”

“Erm, how about… ‘You have a sexy boyfriend’?” Louis said cheekily.

“Okay,” I nodded, knowing he was joking but might as well add it on.

“Are you seriously putting that on?” Georgia looked shocked.

“Of course,” I said, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“He was only joking right…” Georgia looked at Louis then back to me.

“Are you saying Louis is not sexy?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Are you saying I am sexy?” Louis raised an eyebrow at me.

“Of course I am Lou, you're so sexy,” I winked at him.

“Aw, I love you too Sophia!” Louis picked me up and spun me round before kissing my forehead.

“Right, come on, what else should we have on the cake?” I laughed.

“’Happy Birthday Beth, Love Team Sexy’” Louis said and I nodded in approval before adding it to the cake design.

“You think you can do that?” I asked handing the cake design to Georgia.

“I know we can do that,” She smiled.

“Yes, Team Sexy for the win!” I high-fived Louis.

“So, we’re officially Team Sexy?” Louis grinned.

“Yeah buddie! You and me are going to be unstoppable,” I grinned.

“So when will the cake be ready?” Louis asked Georgia.

“Well, when do you need it for?” Georgia asked.

“The party is on Saturday,” I said.

“Okay, well you can pick it up Saturday morning,” Georgia offered.

“Sounds good,” I nodded. We exchanged a few more details, like phone numbers and what sort of cake we wanted, vanilla, chocolate etc.

“Let’s go to the printing shop and do the invites,” I said and pulled Louis out of the shop by his hand after saying ‘bye’ to Georgia. The paps were still outside so we had to run to the shop and lock the door so they couldn’t get in again.

“Hello, we’d like to get some party invites printed,” Louis smiled at the young man behind the desk- he must have been about twenty something.

“Alright, come this way,” He said and led us to a computer, “Do you have a design in mind?”

“Nope,” I grinned.

“Okay,” He laughed, “I’m Brad, by the way,”

“I’m Sophia, this is Louis,” I smiled.

“Sophia, that’s a nice name,” Brad winked at me.

“Thanks,” I smiled trying to be polite when I really wanted to projectile vomit across the room.

“Can we have a look at some design ideas?” Louis asked suddenly.

“Who’s he your boyfriend?” Brad muttered to me whilst bringing up some invite designs.

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend. He’s my friends boyfriend, we’re planning her party,” I laughed.

“Good,” Brad winked at me again. Never trust someone who winks too much.

“Oh we could have a picture of me on the front,” Louis suggested and I looked at him like he was mad, “What?”

“A picture of you!” I glared at him.

“Why not?” He frowned.

“What the hell happened to Team Sexy? It has to be a picture of both of us!” I said and made Brad and Louis bust up laughing.

“Fine, we’ll have a picture of both of us on the front, then on the inside we’ll have the message,” Louis grinned and we high-fived.

“Right we can do the inside first because that’ll be easier, then  we’ll take a picture of the two of you and do the front,” Brad suggested.

“Okay, so the message…” I said.

“’To whoever,’” Louis started and Brad began to type.

“’You have been invited to Beth’s nineteenth birthday party’,” I continued.

“’It’s on October 1st, from 5 O’clock in the evening at ‘Up All Night Club’’,” Louis said.

“’Hope to see you there, Love Team Sexy’,” I finished.

“Sounds good,” Brad laughed.

We then choose colours and font, and other things like that. Then Brad got a camera and Louis and I posed for the picture. I was on Louis back, with my legs wrapped around his waist and my head was rested on his shoulder. I was kissing his cheek and we were both pulling silly faces.

“That looks epic!” I cheered and high-fived Louis as we looked at the first print out of the invite. Once all three hundred were printed off I gave Louis five, the invites for himself, Zayn, Harry, Liam and ‘him’.

We were just about to leave the shop when Brad caught my arm. “Yes?” I turned around to face him.

“Here’s my number call me,” He handed me his number.

“Thanks,” I forced a smile- must not gag, must not gag, must not gag. “Sorry, I must get going,” I muttered and grabbed Louis hand before pulling him out the shop- surprisingly there was no paps outside.

As soon as we got out of the shop Louis cracked up. “Someone’s got an admirer,” He gasped through his laughs.

“Shut up,” I mumbled and shoved him lightly.

He walked me home, joking about Brad all the way. He is not going to let me live this down. “I’ll see you on Friday?” I said as we stood outside the door.

“Yeah, then we’re staying over till Saturday and then we have to leave on Sunday,” He said and I nodded.

“Well I’ll see you soon then,” I grinned and hugged him, “Don’t forget to give the boys their invites and are you going to pick the cake up with me on Saturday?”

“Sure,” He nodded, “But will you be okay with… ‘him’ staying with you for almost three days?”

“I don’t know, we’ll see what happens when you get here,” I sighed.

“Well, I best get going, see you soon,” He hugged me once more before running over to a parked car across the street. I opened the door and walked in.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were meeting Louis?” Beth asked, glaring at me.

“Because I asked him to help me with the cake and invites,” I shrugged.

“Have you seen the pictures, they are all over twitter!” Beth shouted and shoved her iPod in my face. I looked at the screen and saw a picture of Louis and I holding hands.

“Nothing happened Beth, he loves you, he was just helping me through the crowd,” I panicked and began rambling.

“Relax I’m only joking!” Beth laughed and pulled me into a hug.

“Oh thank god,” I sighed in relief and hugged her back.

“I know Lou sees you as a little sister, it’s really quite cute,” Beth grinned.

“Do you want to see the invites?” I asked.

“Sure,” She bounced up and down happily and I pulled out an invite and handed it to her. She looked at it and cracked up laughing.

“Team Sexy?” She gasped between laughs.

“Yeah buddie!” I grinned.

“Team Sexy for the win!” I laughed.

“Okay,” Beth laughed too.

“So where is everyone?” I asked looking around, the house was all silent apart from the two of us.

“Party planning,” Beth shrugged.

“Wicked, so we have the house to ourselves?” I asked.

“Yes, what have you got in mind?” Beth smirked.

“Just a little pranking,” I smirked mischievously.

“You’re on,” Beth laughed.

“So are you officially joining Team Sexy?” I checked.

“Hell yeh!” Beth high-fived me.

“Sha-Bang,” I laughed.

“Who first?” Beth asked and we both sat stroking our ‘beards’ and looking up into the top corner of the room.

“Mel,” We both agreed after a minutes thought.

Mel’s POV

I’d finished organising the decorations and booking the venue and had just walked in the house to see Beth and Sophia in the kitchen cooking.

“Vas Happenin?” I asked walking in the kitchen.

“You have been around Zayn too long,” Sophia commented.

“Shut up,” I laughed, “Anyway what are you cooking?”

“Grapes,” Beth shrugged.

“You’re cooking grapes?” I frowned.

“Problem?” Sophia asked.

“Nope, no problem,” I laughed and shook my head.

“Good, do you want some?” Beth asked.

“No, I’ll be in my room, if you need me,” I laughed and headed upstairs.

I opened my door and suddenly felt water get poured on my head, followed by getting blinded by a bucket covering my eyes.

I screamed and stumbled into my room, tripping on something and falling forward into some sort of gunk. I clambered out of the gunk and landed in something soft but I kept feeling jabs on my skin. I fumbled trying to pull the bucket off my head. Once it was off I stood up and screamed as I saw myself in the mirror.

“Sophia Dowell! Beth Mazuryk! Get your arses up here now!” I screamed full of anger. They casually walked into my room and stifled their laughter.

“Nice new look, but I’m not really sure it suits you,” Sophia commented.

“I look like a chicken!” I shouted.

As I looked around the room I realised that they had put the bucket of water on top of the door so I was blinded, then there was a small kiddie pool full of syrup- where they got that much syrup from is beyond me- then finally a pile of feathers on the floor. So there plan was obviously blind me, I trip and get covered in syrup then the feathers would get stuck to me and voila I am a chicken.

I glared at them and saw they had their cameras out taking pictures off me. My phone beeped in my pocket and I pulled it out to see that they had tweeted the pictures of me, and Zayn had re-tweeted it with a quote saying ‘My beautiful girlfriend’. Now the pictures were circulating the globe of me as a chicken.

“I’m going to kill you!” I shrieked and they quickly ran out the room.