Changing a person's name doesn't mean you can change the person themselves. Skylar will always be Skylar, never Sophie. I can't even picture what would happen if she... "Changed." I say, completing my thought out loud. "You think Skylar is going to change?" asks a voice. "Wouldn't you?" I reply, facing Louis evenly. "I trust her. Girls prefer men who trust them." I raise an eyebrow and he stands there as if he is awaiting a challenge.
"You are 21. You are way too old for Skylar!" I point out. "Yes, but not for Sophie. Sophie is registered as 19. Plus she looks 19 anyway." he ang sumagot smoothly. I stare at him angrily. "Louis. You have a girlfriend." He shrugs. "Not anymore. I broke up with Eleanor." I slam my fist onto the table. "Why do you want her?!" I yelled.
Louis spread his hands. "Calm down. She is beautiful, obviously." I glare at him. "And she has a nice body... I would like to be the first one to explore that." I clenched my fist. "Well you're too late!" I snapped, lying to him. "I already explored it." A scuffle of feet ran into the kitchen. "What is going on here?" Liam asked us sternly. I stare guiltily at Skylar as she stands susunod to Harry. "Niall was just saying how he explored Skylar's body." Louis sinabi with a smirk on his face.
Shame burned on my face as Skylar's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?" she gasped. "Sky..." I whisper. "No. No Niall, don't even. You are such a pig! I knew he was a better choice!" Both me and Louis look at each other. She wasn't talking about either of us. That's when I notice... her hand is entwined with Harry's. "I... I'm confused." I say. "You sinabi you loved me." She shot me a look that turned my blood cold. "In a brotherly way." she sagot coldly. I stand there in shock as Harry leads her out of the kitchen. Liam and Zayn offer me a sympathetic smile.
"It's okay, blondie." says Zayn. "You'll find someone else." I bit my lip as I felt tears well up in my eyes. "I don't want someone else..." I sinabi quietly. "I want her." Louis laughed and Liam stared at him. "She doesn't want you. You're a pig." Before I can gain control over myself, my fist makes contact with Louis's face. "Fuck you." I say bitterly, and leave the kitchen.