Matt's POV

After a day full of tears, laughter and drink - we decided to call a cab and go back to the hotel. We were all stumbling around, forgetting the whole day just for tonight. It was nice to feel emotions other than sadness, we all actually had a perfect time in the end, and it felt right us being together again. The next think I am dreading, is Sophia leaving.

We arrived at the hotel, at 12AM - Johnny, Brian and Zacky all decided to take the stairs to their room for some reason, leaving me and Sophia in the elevator. I tapped my pockets to find my keys, burrowed into my suit jacket, my back pockets and front, turning them inside out.

"I left my fucking keys in my room" I yelled with a growl.

"Oh," she laughed hysterically, there was nothing funny about it, but something tickled her which caught onto me. We were both chuckling, Sophia more loudly, and more unfeminine but in a beautiful way. "It's fine we'll get them tomorrow, sleep in my bedroom" even though she was stood in one spot, she was swaying from the left to the right, almost falling over once or twice.

"Are you s-sure?" I mumbled, not letting the elevator movements make me feel sick. Me and Sophia had so much to drink tonight, everyone bought us drinks, we bought on top of that - it was a bad idea, but I wouldn't regret it until the morning

"Yaah'" she gestured. The doors opened, and we stumbled down the hall holding each other upright, Sophia began searching for her keys as if she had pockets. "Where are my pockets?" she panicked, trying to grab parts of her dress.

"C-check your bag," I chuckled, snatching her hands away. She dug deep into her bag and pulled out the card and key, it took her a few attempts to unlock but we managed to get in.

"Do you want a drink?" she sang, holding up a bottle of cheap champagne which came with the hotel room. "I have two glasses," she continued to sing. "And two people"

"Yeah, sure" I agreed to the offer, even though I hated champagne - I thought everybody hated champagne. She drastically poured us a glass, wetting the whole dressing table, but she laughed it off with an 'oops'. She handed me a glass, and sat next to me on the bed.

Our hyper moods seemed to quieten now, there was nothing we could say or laugh about. Just two drunk idiots in suits and dresses, drinking champagne in the silence. All I wanted was for her to not fall asleep, I wanted to talk to her all night.

"This is disgusting" I shuddered, still drinking the alcohol.

"You not a champagne boy, Sanders?" she called, finishing her tall glass already. She bought the bottle over and sat back down on the bed away from me. Sophia topped her glass up, without spills and began to drink again.

"No," I groaned. She was sat now, with her back to me on the edge of the bed. I put my drink down, and edged towards her. I faced her back, and admired the beauty of her skin, her dress was cut out so I could see every freckle, I placed my hand on her shoulder and made a choice which could have me bruised and battered.

"What you doin' back there?" she giggled.

I moved my hand to her neck, and dragged it down, tickling her slightly. I moved back to her shoulder, and nudged myself even closer to her. My lips softly kissed the back of her neck, I moved round to the side of her neck, she tilted her head up allowing me to carry on kissing her. My hand moved around her body, I began at her stomach and worked my way up - brushing over her breasts, and across her chest. She stood up, and put her drink on the side.

"I'm sorry" I blushed. "Sorry"

I stared at her, and she began to remove the shoulders from her dress. Her arms were next to come out from the frock, and she slowly pulled it down, revealing her pearl white lace bra, which complemented her small and perfect breasts. Her dress then fell down, she wore matching underwear with the bra - and I stared at her with my mouth wide open. I wasn't a jerk, I didn't stare at her boobs or ass, I stared into her eyes.

She crawled onto the bed, I was sat upright unsure of what to do. She approached me and straddled me, with her arms over my shoulders and around the back of my neck. She kissed my cheek softly, then the other, then suddenly she kissed me. It was magic, the way her lips connected with mine. It was right, and somehow, among all of the dizziness and the clinging to each other like a life line, something inside me changed, never to be reversed. This new yet familiar feeling could be dwelled upon later, because, for now, I was content to feel her breath come and go with mine.

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Brian's POV

I sat on my bed for an hour, knowing Sophia was leaving tomorrow. I didn't want to let her leave without me talking to her first. I didn't know what it was about her. I got all, warm when I saw her face. I smiled at her when she came into the room. I only ever had a crush on her, but this time around something had changed.

I decided I had to go, now. Remembering what almost happened between her and Matt earlier today made me want to get her before he did. I was better for her. Matt had a temper, Matt missed out on the chance with her, but I have a fresh slate. I checked the mirror to make sure I looked okay. I had my shirt and trousers still on, but I didn't feel like I had time to change. Something needed to be done now. I grabbed the bottle of cheap champagne from the small worktop fridge, even though nobody liked it - it was a gesture - and raced down the hallway and ran up 4 flights of stairs.

I felt like my body was about to shut down on me, I could barely breathe and I felt like I was going to be sick. I took the 13th hall easy, slowly walking making sure I could speak properly to Sophia.

I didn't know what I was going to say, I wasn't going to tell her I loved her because I didn't know. But just how much she means to me was what I was thinking of.

I approached her room, and hovered my fist over the door, nervous to knock. I shook all of my fright off, and aimed my hand at her door. I was about to knock, until I heard some sort of scream. I didn't want to panic too much in case it was the TV, so I placed my ear to the door worryingly and listened.

I heard another scream, followed by a manly groan. I was confused as to what it was. She then screamed the name Matt. I instantly knew exactly what was happening. I darted away from the door, my eyes filled up with tears and I collapsed against the wall.

I think now, I had missed my chance.

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