I should really start working on getting these out quicker but I'm such a perfectionist, I keep going back and re-reading, re-writing everything. Anyway, enjoy! Thanks to those who have reviewed so far!

Again, angrily, Kevin slammed his phone down on his desk in the garage. He tried calling Sophie for the fifth time that morning, and once again, she didn't answer.

He rang her first thing in the morning, after Jack kept asking where his big sister was constantly. The little boy was used to waking up and either going into her room and waking her up or seeing her face when he went downstairs for breakfast.

Being only five, he wasn't worried about her whereabouts. In his mind, she was at work. It was where she normally was most mornings, so he thought no different. Whereas Kevin was worried, she was his little girl. His little girl who doesn't go out to clubs and pubs very often so his mind, admittedly, was going over the worst situations possible.

Seeing Tyrone walk in with his head engrossed in his phone, Kevin asked his colleague to cover for him for five minutes.

"Cheers, Ty," he said, patting the younger man on the back before running around the corner.

He began to think what if Sophie had come in late last night and he hadn't heard because he was asleep, and she had got up early and got off to work before he woke to avoid any confrontation and embarrassment. It was a possibility.

He didn't hesitate when he approached the shop door, he pushed it open with force and stepped in, hoping to see Sophie, sound, behind the counter and getting on with a task.

Instead, he was greeted by Dev who, like Kevin, had a frustrated look on his face.

"Morning, Kev," he said, tapping his pen on the counter furiously.

"Alright, Dev? You ain't seen Soph, have ya?" Kevin asked his arms up in confusion.

"No," Dev shook his head. "I was hoping you would have. She's meant to be on shift right now."

Kevin held his hands up in defence. "I'm sorry, mate. I don't know where she is either. I've been trying to get a hold of her all morning."

"Same here," Dev huffed. "Look, if you get call, tell her I don't like having to come in on my day off."

"Right," Kevin whispered, nodding. He slowly backed towards the door again, seeing it was pointless talking anymore to Dev.

The man had only just come back from a three month holiday. He had left a then twenty-year-old in charge for the period of time and he's complaining he has to work on his day off? The cheek, Kevin thought as he made his way to No.4, Sally's house. He figured if she didn't go back to No.13, she might have gone back to her Mum's out of habit.

Luckily, Kevin knew Sally was at work so he didn't have to worry about her answering and going off on one about how he should have looked out for her.

Upon knocking, Tim answered.

"You okay, Kev?"

"Not too bad, mate," Kevin clapped his hands together. "Listen, did Sophie come back here last night?"

Tim shook his head, clueless to what the dark-haired man was talking about.

"Ah," Kevin sighed. "You haven't seen her at all, no? She went out last night and I haven't seen her since."

"No. Sorry, mate," Tim shook his head again. Kevin groaned.

"I don't want to go to Sally. You know what she'll be like," he rolled his eyes.

"Can't help you there," Tim frowned. "But if I hear anything, I'll let you know."

"Okay, cheers," Kevin nodded.

His next destination was Nick's Bistro. He knew Sophie had gone out with Steph, and she had to be working today. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her serving a customer.

"Can I get you anything, Kev?" Nick asked before the mechanic had even made it through the door. Kevin excused it and told him he was only in to talk to Steph.

"What's it about?" Steph wondered. After putting her tray on top of the bar, she turned to face him.

"Have you seen Sophie?" he said, sounding like a broken record.

Steph pondered over the thought for a moment before shaking her head. "Not since last night."

"She didn't come home with you?"

"No," Steph pursed her lips. "She went off with a gi—group of friends."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know. She didn't say," Steph bit her lip. She avoided eye contact with him. She didn't want him to see she was making it up on the spot. Steph last memory of Sophie from last night was her and the girl, whose name she didn't know, dancing with each other before they left. But she couldn't let Kevin know that, she could see he was a man that didn't want to know about who his kids were seeing.

"Well, do you know who these friends were?" he questioned.

"Um, college friends."

"She hardly went to college."

"Well," Steph hesitated. "She said she recognised them. Maybe she wanted to see how they were, I don't know much more."

She breathed out the air she didn't even realise she was holding. She thought she had a good answer.

"Okay...," Kevin mused. He wasn't entirely convinced but it was enough for now. "Let me know if you hear anything from her, yeah?"

"Will do," Steph smiled nervously. She held it until Kevin was out of sight.

Nick had listened into the conversation, not convinced either and he was correct. Steph turned and wiped her hand over her forehead.

"You're such a liar," Nick smirked. "What's the real truth?"

Nick wasn't one for gossip but this was one piece of news he wanted in on.

"You're not going to believe it..."

Kevin had no other choice but to go to Underworld next. He bumped into Chesney on his way and he told him that Sinead was out with Steph and Sophie and these supposed college friends, so she was another reason to go into the knicker factory.

"Oh, hey, Kevin. What can I interested you in?" Carla joked when he walked in.

He laughed nervously then he saw Sinead and Sally in the corner, chatting away, each with a cup of tea in their hand, clearly on their break. He pointed over to the women and Carla excused him.

"Kev, what are you doing here?" Sally asked.

"You haven't seen Sophie, have you?"

"No," Sally said. "Why, has something happened?"

"No," Kevin reassured her. "She went out last night, I can't get ahold of her, that's all."

"Well," Sally put her cup down, clearly concerned. "Did she say where she was going?"

"Steph said she met up with some friends," he shrugged then looked at Sinead. "Have you seen her?"

"Not since last night. Sorry."

Great, he groaned. That was everyone know and none of them knew where Sophie was. Now he really did start to think the worse.

Sophie whimpered, the sound of her phone going off, waking her from her slumber. She rolled onto her back and threw her arm over her eyes.

Who was calling her? No one called her in the mornings anymore.

Shit!

Had she slept through her alarm and Dev was ringing to say she was late? She was only next door, he could knock. She could hear the door from her bedroom. Although, the thought of running downstairs in her pyjamas for her boss didn't sound appealing, she was glad he didn't do that.

She didn't want to open her eyes; she had a pounding headache which was unlike her. The back of her throat burned and her mouth was dry, the sour taste of day old liquor on her tongue. Her body felt like it had ran a marathon and she hadn't stretched. She could only recall a handful of times she had felt like it before.

Shit!

She prayed her phone was around or she had no memory of when she last had it.

Now she really didn't want to get up. She had a sickening feeling in her stomach that told her she wasn't alone.

On the other side, Louise was woken by the phone. She mumbled something inaudible, even to her own ears.

Able to manage her drink better than Sophie, she knew it was her day off and what happened the night before. What she didn't know was what on earth was telling her it was morning. But she didn't care.

The phone stopped and Louise breathed a sigh of relief. The noise was annoying.

She could feel the warmth of a body next to her and, without a second thought, she turned on her side and put her arm across Sophie's waist and pulled her into her front, nuzzling her face into the brunette's neck. The tickling feel of Sophie's hair made Louise smile and she placed a kiss there.

Then it hit Sophie.

Shit!

She had danced with a girl at the club last night and agreed to go back with her.

Sophie felt guilty. The sick feeling doubling inside of her. She sat up quickly, a rush of dizziness overcame her and she put her head in her hands, rubbing her temples after making sure the cold feel of bed covers were tucked up her underarms, protecting her modesty.

Louise sat up, too, holding the quilt to her chest, suddenly very shy of her body, and moved her arm and placed her hand on Sophie's knee, concerned of her wellbeing. Sophie flinched and Louise quickly removed it and put her hands in her hands in her lap.

She watched Sophie pull the cover closer to her chest and move to the side of the bed. Her legs felt like jelly when her feet touched the ground. She reached down for the nearest piece of clothing and threw it over her her body so she didn't feel so exposed. It was Louise's crisp white shirt but she didn't care. She buttoned it up enough so it covered her before getting out and searching for her own clothes. She found her phone in her coat pocket.

"Are you okay?" Louise asked, now leaning against her headboard. She scratched her nails through her hair, nervously.

The voice sounded so foreign to Sophie's ears. Despite it was all she wanted only seven hours ago, now it made her blood run cold. She sighed. She didn't want to talk.

She found her dress and she held it tight. A wave of nausea hit her, remembering the first time she worse it. And now it held two memories. Neither should have happened.

"Sophie?"

She froze at the door. How did she remember my name, why couldn't I remember her's? She was sick of this sick feeling! This was why she had relationships, not hooks-ups! Never both, just the one.

Still, she responded.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

Was she really still asking that? Do I look okay?

"I don't do this," Sophie whispered. She didn't want to be honest but she knew it was better. She might as well be open and get it over with.

"What do you mean?"

Sophie groaned.

"Look, thank you for last night but it's not my thing, I'm sorry," she said in one breath. She reached for the door handle.

"Ouch," Louise mumbled. She looked down. Sophie had avoided eye contact with her anyway. The moment was just getting worse and Sophie couldn't take it any longer. She pulled the door open ajar and squeezed through the gap.

Sophie didn't waste any time in ripping the dirty shirt from her body and putting her day old underwear back on and then her filthy dress. She felt like dirt. She splashed her face with water before catching her reflection in the mirror. She hated what she looked like. It was as if a stranger was looking back at her.

She grabbed her coat and dragged her feet across the cold wooden floor of the living room. She briefly remember coming in there from the night before. How Louise had craved her body and threw her shoes across the room. The apartment was only small, Sophie knew they were somewhere. She found them next to the sofa.

She let her phone vibrated in her pocket. She put her heels on before she fished it out and saw she had missed calls from Dev and her Dad as well as texts from him and Steph. She read the top one:

You dirty stop out! Where are you, your Dad is worried sick!

She shook her head, sighing frustratingly. She put her phone into her pocket before running a hand through her hair and opening the door. She slammed it behind her.

Louise flinched at the noise, her shoulders went tense. She groaned, throwing her head back onto the headboard and hitting her fist against her matters in anger. What had she just done?