03: moan audio.

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Never in my life have I ever screamed so loud before.

The second I did so, Dylan shot out of his seat, his eyes wide as he snatched my phone off of me. I let him have it, far too stunned to argue.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, his voice bordering on a chuckle as his eyes fell upon my notifications.

As soon as they did so, his expression began to mirror mine exactly, and his mouth dropped wide open. "Jesus fuck!" he then yelled, gripping the device even tighter, bringing it close to his face in disbelief.

"Dylan!" I yelled back, a grasping hand out for the screen. Inside, I was panicking much more than I was letting on.

"Sophie!" he yelled again, pulling the phone further away from me.

"What the fuck?!" we screamed then, our voices unknowingly growing louder and louder with each passing moment.

I ended up crashing into him; in too much of a haste to see the activity growing on my feed as Dylan snapped his mouth shut, rubbed his eyes quickly, and gawked in my direction.

"What the hell did you do?!" he asked me, tone still harbouring on a scream. "Did you send him a fucking tit pic, or something?!"

"I didn't do anything!" I defended myself, slapping his hand away as he began to reach for my phone again. "Excuse you, but I have a little more pride than that!"

"Oh, please. That's like Chase saying he likes vagina!"

"Will you stop?" I glared slightly, though I found it hard to concentrate on Dylan alone, for my phone refused to stop buzzing.

"Don't tell me to stop, baby. You're the one sending nudes for free follows." he folded his arms, and normally the statement would have annoyed me; but this time, however, I was far too enveloped in what was actually going on to care all that much.

"What the hell did I do?" I whispered, moreso to myself, before looking at the plethora of Instagram notifications plaguing my screen. "Fucking hell,"

"Fucking hell is right. Whatever happened to keeping a low profile?" Dylan asked, shaking his head in disbelief yet again at me. He was probably aiming it at the shifting images being displayed continuisly on my phone, too. "Do you know what this means, Soph?"

"That I end my life tonight?"

"Luke Hemmings knows who you are. Luke! Hemmings!" he grabbed me by the shoulders, giving me a slight shake. "The man- the very hot man- knows that you moan whenever he so much as tweets!"

"I don't moan all the t-"

"My dear, your pussy probably pops whenever he breathes. Don't try to convince me otherwise," he raised an eyebrow, and I rolled my eyes. Then I shut my phone off, left it to fall onto the couch without so much as a backwards glance, and took a deep breath.

Dylan just looked at me as if I was insane. And I'll admit that at the time, my mind was so messed up that it was useless to think otherwise.

"What are you doing?" he asked, picking the device back up and holding it out to me. suggestively.

"I shut it off for a reason," I frowned, moving it out of my face.

"A pretty shitty reason. Luke Hemmings just followed you, Sophie. You. You can't just ignore that!"

"What am I supposed to do? Pop up like, 'thanks for the follow'?" I asked him, taking my previous seat on the piano stool and crossing my arms in exasperation. "I don't think so, Dyl. It was probably just some stupid mistake."

"A mistake?"

"He probably meant to follow someone else. It happens way more than you think," I had said, rather wisely, and all Dylan did was groan loudly in frustation. "Watch. I bet by tonight, he'll have realised and I'll lose that follow."

"And I bet that by tonight, you'll be digi-fucking Luke fucking Hemmings through a Snapchat live video."

"You're disgusting." I noted.

"Says the cybernympho."

We left it there, for he had something to sort out at home and I wasn't in the mood to talk anymore. I went upstairs, stripped out of the clothes I wore to school and into some new ones, and crashed right on top of the mattress; tired, shaken, and still so unbelievably speechless.

Which brings us back to now. I'm sitting cross legged on the bed, an open book on my lap and a frustrated expression on my face because I can't seem to concentrate on anything.

Every thought, every word, every memory that I try the least bit to think of is replaced. And I know I'm fucked once I read the first sentence of the first chapter, which is a very empty line of, 'The boy with the fair hair,' yet I immediately think of Luke.

The groupchat on Instagram is blowing up way more than usual, giving me an actual reason to check the app and procrastinate. I forced myself to disable all notifications aside from that one DM earlier, making the whole process even easier for me.

sOPHIE

SOPHIE

YOUR DADDY'S FOLLOWING YOU

WHAT THE FUCK

@michaelclifford YOUR TURN

Someone should make a twitter group chat w all of us in it

The boys might be able to see it then

bITCH WE DON't NEED TO

HE's FOLLOWING SOPHIE

LUKE IS F O L L O W I N G SOPHIE

THIS IS GOING IN MY BOOK

Your book?

SHE'S ALIIIIIIIVE

Y o u r b o o k ?

Do you mind

I am trying to fangirl over a ship that doesn't exist

Yet

lol ashley writes sex stories on pattwad

Smut*

Can you fuckers not expose me in front of my Daddy pls

Speaking of which

@michaelclifford date me

You have a wattpad??

Does Luke need to shove his lip ring back in

Yes

Trueee

I gasp, so close to dropping my phone when Ashton's single message comes through.

I blink at it, dazed, shocked, and stunned. I rub my eyes and I screw them shut and I even go so far as to closing the app and reopening it again, but the reply is still there, in all of Ashton Irwin's adorable glory; 'Trueee'.

I almost don't believe it, utterly convinced that I'm just seeing things before Ashley confirms it for me; completely bombarding the chat with a bunch of spam.

WHAT

THE

FUCK

DADDY

FUCKING D A D D Y

aSHTON

IM NOT IN YOUR LANE

IM ACTUALLY FAR FROM IT

BUT I CAN L E A R N

OHMYGOD WHAT

Did I smoke the wrong thing or is this actually happening

DO I CRY OR WHAT

THE FUCK

THE FUCK IS RIGHT

Don't swear x

JESUS

Jfc I really did smoke the wrong joint

tHE K I S S S

'x'

iM SCREECHING

ASHTON TELL MICHAEL TO FOLLOW ME

I HAVE PIZZA AND I KNOW HE WANTS ANOTHER SLICE

I'm so fucking funny why doesn't he want to date me yet

Sophie where the fuck did you gO

CAN YOU STOP MASTURBATING FOR LIKE 3 SECONDS TO FANGIRL WITH ME

WE ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE ULTIMATE DADDY

D A D D Y

CHILL

I WAS BUSY

yOU HAVE NO LIFE WTF COULD U HAVE BEEN BUSY WITH

why are yOU YELLING

IM GOING THROUGH A MIDLIFE CRISIS

Ashley you're seventeen

And I plan to die at 34 is that a problem

Wow this is a mess

A Complete Me(ss)?

YOU ARE LITERALLY THE T R A S H I E S T 5SOS FANGIRL I KNOW

STOP SHOUTING AT ME IM COLOURBLIND

OH MY G O D

Did you mean: @lukehemmings

no

I meant oh my god

If I wanted to mean @lukehemmings I would have moaned

BITCH DO IT

SUMMON HIM

LMFAO Sophie Hayes: Moan Audio

Ngl I'd pay good money to listen to that

Sounds Good Feels Good who

Honestly though I would not be surprised if one day Soph sent a surprise moaning video to the groupchat

Like I wouldn't even be fazed at this point, js that bad

Is that a challenge?

yes

Do it, I'll add it to my Wank Bank

Do it but don't feel pressured to but also know that as your best friends, it is our duty to get you dicked down

Do it, I'll use it for emotional blackmail in the future when I have 30 cats and need a place to stay

Y'know what nvm I'm okay

But thank you wonderful people for the peer pressure

bby that's what we're here for

Although I think ur Daddy would have loved to have that

A private video for his own personal wank bank ;-)

jfc

Stttoooopppp

Well

She's not wrong.

My heart stops. I'm honestly not used to this strange feeling (and I probably never will be) of being able to interact with the very person I've looked up to all these years, so when it comes to how I should react, I don't really know how.

I see the typing bubble from Luke's profile picture once more as I hold my breath, causing the wait to spiral into borderline agonising once it pauses, starts, pauses, and starts back up again.

Even the girls have gone dead silent, and I have no idea whether or not that's a good thing or a bad thing.

After a somewhat short while, another notif comes through. Only this time, it's not in the group chat, it's on private message; my own personal one-on-one conversation with the man himself.

You don't have to. But I'd love to hear what you sound like.

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