Much to Sophie's surprise, the stranger had agreed.

"So can I put a name to a face?" Louise shouted over the music. She and Sophie were facing opposite each other, stepping side to side, and swaying their bodies slightly—their lousy attempt to dance and talk at the same time.

"I'm Sophie," the brunette answered.

"Louise," she smiled, holding her hand out. Her eyes dropped from Sophie's face down to her arms then back up. "But you can call me Lou, if you want."

Sophie found it strange a woman, who looked the same age as her, was asking her to shake her hand. Still, she did it quickly.

"Now that we've been introduced, can I get you a drink, Sophie?" she pointed towards the bar.

Sophie shook her head. "I'm good. Thank you."

Instantly, Louise was attracted to her voice. It was soft and typically Manchurian. It was the way she pronounced the end of her words; she had gotten use to the accent over the past couple of years.

She could see the brunette was shy, it was reflected in her shifty eyes. Sophie didn't accept a drink from a stranger, it never ended well for her and she feel what she had already going to her head. She didn't want to pass the point where she wasn't aware of everything around her. She had enough to have some fun.

Part of Louise told her she shouldn't continue with someone who looked uncomfortable but she wasn't one to turn down a pretty face.

"Are you okay? Do you want to sit down?" she asked, easing the air slightly, pointing over to the sofas in the corner.

"Please," Sophie swallowed.

Louise led her over to the couches at the back of the club. With the DJ playing Uptown Funk, the couches are empty because everyone was up and dancing to a song no one were seemed to tire of.

"Do come here often?"

"No, I'm out of my comfort zone right now. My friends are over there," Sophie shook her head before pointing over to Steph and Sinead who were making utter fools of themselves trying to be the female versions of Bruno Mars.

"So what made you come over?" Louise asked, resting her arm on the top of their sofa, picking at the worn down material cover.

"They made me."

"What like a dare?" Louise's face dropped. She shifted uncomfortably. "Because if that's the case, put me out my misery now please."

"No! That's not what I meant, sorry. I-I thought you were cu-ho—uh," Sophie tried to breathe out and collect her words. "I just wanted to say hi. Hi."

"Hi," Louise said slowly, narrowing her eyes. "You might want to work on your chat up lines if you're looking to impress me. I didn't need to sit down for that one, you didn't knock me off my feet. Sorry."

"That wasn't my intention."

Louise shook her head in disbelief. She reached over and brushed Sophie's knee with her fingertips. "You're lucky you're cute."

Sophie blushed. She was used to complements; there was always one customer at work wolf-whistling her—if you could really class it as one. She always told them to get lost but they were typical men, they never listened. But then she didn't feel comfortable telling every one of them her sexuality. The answer "no" should be enough. So when an attractive girl said something flattering to her, she didn't know how to react. Despite knowing she was gay for five years, it still came as a surprise to her when a female wanted to talk to her. Maybe Steph's words of encouragement were what she needed.

"Hey, did you know the nightclub came about in the early nineteen-hundreds?"

Sophie shook her head. She didn't, and honestly, she didn't know why she was interested in finding out.

"They were for the working class Americans who liked to dance and socialise. It was the Seventies when they really kicked off and the Disco era. I kid you not, they became somewhere people of colour, religion and sexuality could go to and not get judged," Louise informed her. Sophie raised her eyebrows in surprise, her mouth parting slightly. Louise nodded before continuing.

"A lot of disco music is aimed at gay people without anyone realising. It brought men wearing make-up into fashion. The Nineties and Noughties started introducing hip-hop and house music as the next generation came in. Manchester was popular with Techno music in particular."

"I didn't know that," Sophie said. She listened out for the song playing by the DJ. It was Jason Derulo's Want to Want Me—Sophie couldn't stand it and couldn't understand how it was still being played repeatedly half a year later. It wasn't even that good. She pointed upwards, prompting the woman opposite her to listen.

"Nowadays, we play a bit of everything because music is timeless," Louise shrugged.

Sophie understood. She relaxed more, shifting her position on the couch, she rested the side of her head on her knuckle.

"How do you know that?" she referred to the short-hair's story.

"For some silly reason, I thought it was something I should've known for an interview," Louise laughed.

"Aha," Sophie breathed out, leaning into her arm. Sophie suddenly wondered about her job. Was she high up in it? Was it something she was proud of? Was she going to be someone who stopped talking to someone who caught their eye after they learned their profession—in Sophie's case, a shop assistant? She hoped not. "What—"

Louise gasped suddenly as a new song started playing over the club. "I love this song!" she proclaimed. "Do you want to dance?"

Sophie didn't give it a second thought as Ali pulled her up from her seat and directed her over to the dance floor.


Life was moving in slow motion. The party was well and truly on as everyone was up on their feet, dancing with their friends or people they had met for the first time. Neon lights spotlighting the floor, the sound of drums blasting through the speakers. The DJ was in his element, pumping the crowd's adrenaline.

Sophie didn't take her eyes off Louise, watching her body move expertly, compared to her flimsy moves, too shy of the contact.

"Just let go," Louise leaned over and whispered, one hand on Sophie's hip.

She spun the long-haired beauty around. She crossed her arms over Sophie's torso and swayed their bodies. Sophie's hands rested on top of Louise's and she let her control their movements. Sophie leaned her head back on Louise's shoulder, the short-haired stranger breathed down her neck.

As they let the music take control of their bodies, their hips moving to the beat, suddenly nothing else mattered. Sophie forgot about her friends at the bar and let Louise's hands cup her cheeks and pull her face towards her own. She had worried for years about what those around her thought about her but tonight was going to be different. She was finally putting a stop to what people were thinking and focused on her. Although it didn't stop her crippling anxiety, she let the intoxicant do the talking.

Louise couldn't take it any longer. The rainbow lights all highlighted Sophie's skin perfectly. The girl didn't own a flaw. Her eyes were lightening grey, they were the first thing Louise noticed, and she was captivated by them. Her lips, though thin, looked beyond temping. Louise knew, just by looking at them, they would leave her weak at the knees. Even the freckle on Sophie's chin, which she could see through the makeup, was just one extra feature to admire.

With their bodies touching, Louise could smell the sweet perfume on Sophie's neck and it was driving her wild. She couldn't take it any longer.

She slowly put the brunette's face in her palms, feeling her smooth skin beneath her fingertips. Sophie closed her eyes and turned around in her arms.

Louise tilted her head and finally took Sophie's bottom lip between her two pump ones. She let them go a second later with a pop before going back in, this time dragging her bottom lip upwards. Their noses brushed and Sophie caught her own breath. She brought her hands up to Louise's hips, she held onto them, pushing her body into the short-haired girl's as they continued to embrace each other.

The heat of the club scene only added to their passionate kiss and the taste of liquor on both of their mouths, made Sophie only want more. She went to open her mouth and run her tongue along Louise's lip when Louise shockingly pulled away. She leaned in close to her ear.

"Do you... want to get out of here?" Louise asked with a hint of nerves in her voice but she didn't let it affect her. Her eyes spoke with confidence.

On the other side, Steph and Sinead had been watching them, wide eyed. They watched the scene unfolded, whispering the occasional concern to each other. They giggled at Sophie's ruthless attitude. It was a side they had never seen. Steph knew for sure the brunette would be thanking her for suggesting they go out. It was never her intention to play matchmaker but if it worked out between Sophie and the stranger, she was going to take the credit. She smiled to herself before turning around to the bar and asking for a cocktail.

Sinead continued to watch the two girls. She watched Pixie—her name for Louise seeing as she didn't actually know her actual name (she wondered if Sophie even did)—whisper into her ear. Sophie's lips instantly curving up into a smile and she nodded. Sinead smacked Steph on the arm repeatedly, prompting her to avert her attention back to the dance floor. Her jaw, too, hit the ground as she watched Pixie lead Sophie out the club by hand. Sophie's attention on her hand in Louise's, she didn't think of the friends she was leaving behind as she let Sophie take her away.

"What do we do?" Sinead panicked.

"I... I don't know," Steph replied, chewing on her thumbnail. She watched Sophie's smile as she was lead into the night sky.

Steph knew Sophie wasn't stupid to go off with a stranger. She defiantly knew the brunette wouldn't one of those girls who got involved with one night stands. Which lead Steph to think wherever Pixie was taking her friend was the stranger's doing, not Sophie's. She just hoped Sophie wasn't about to get hurt. She didn't want to run after her. Not to sound like a parent, but Steph was looking at the scene as a learning experience for the brunette, her mistake to make. Sinead agreed. Sophie had a heart of gold, she wouldn't use somebody.


Sophie wasn't thinking as Louise led her out the club, across the street and towards her apartment. Sophie removed her heels and ran, barefooted like a giddy teenager, across the cold pavement, her hand linked with the unknown, into the unknown.

Louise slammed the door behind them. She pulled Sophie towards her, bringing their lips together briefly before taking the brunette's heels from her hand and throwing them across the room. Sophie gasped. Louise brought both her hands up to cup Sophie's face, putting more desire into their kiss. Sophie placed her hands on Louise's waist as she was led towards the bedroom. They didn't break apart as Louise reached behind her and opened the door.

They entered the room. Louise made work of removing Sophie's coat from her body and kicked it to the corner of the room. She walked back, taking Sophie with her and closed the door with her back.

Her plan: let Sophie take control for a moment before she took over.

Sophie held her against the door, moving her hands up to unbutton the pixie cut's shirt, one by one, slowly, feeling the heat from her body as she did so. Removed, it met Sophie's coat. She ran her hands up Louise's curves, admiring the feel of her skin under her fingertips. She held onto the skin and thrusted her hips forwards, desperate for skin-on-skin contact. Sophie trailed her kisses down Louise's neck, smiling when she felt her body shiver. Sophie had never felt so powerful under the influence. She moved back to Louise's tempting lips.

Sophie was having an out of body experience, Stockholm Syndrome.

She let Louise push her backwards, breaking their kiss. It didn't last long. Louise laced their fingers together and met her lips again, directing her towards the bed in the process.

When she reached the end, she pushed Sophie down on it. The brunette gulped, her dizzy body hit the mattress. She looked up at Louise who leaned down and gave her a chase kiss, pulling back, she bit down on the brunette's bottom lip, taking it with her before letting go and it bounced back into placed. Sophie licked her lips.

Louise crawled over her body and Sophie fell back onto her elbows. Louise smiled proudly. She could see Sophie was breathless, powerless. Every ounce of confidence Sophie had was slowly slipping away, letting Louise takeover. Still, Sophie smiled back at her, giddy with excitement. Completely out of her comfort-zone, still blaming the alcohol, she wasn't thinking about the aftermath.

Louise brushed her cheek with Sophie, breathing down her neck. She reached behind Sophie and dragged the zip at the back of her dress down, surprising Sophie.

Sophie shifted up the bed, her dress pooling at her feet. Louise pushed it off the bed. Sophie watched it drop from the comforter. She breathed out then looked back at her companion lustfully. Louise stays where she is but leans down again to met Sophie and their mouths embrace again, unable to get enough of each other before Louise starts trailing her kisses down the length of Sophie's body. Sophie grips the pillows behind her head as Louise reached her destination.

Sophie moaned, arching her back in pleasure as Louise removed her underwear, a string of curse words falling from her lips.

Louise bit down on Sophie's inner thigh, earning a gasp from the brunette above her. She kissed the kiss before crawling back up her body and slowly slipping two fingers into her.

"Just let go," Louise whispered into Sophie's ear, curling her fingers.

Sophie's body collapsed on her. She grabbed Louise's face and kissed her passionately as she let her body go.


This is where the story begins. No one hate me for this. I still love Maddie very much. If this happened with Sophie in the actual show I would be fuming but bare with me. All that happens in this story are just things I want for Sophie, to develop her character.