Wanting What's Wrong

Two years have passed since Sophie Miller escaped. Two years since she was One DIrections private possession. Trying to get her life back to normal, Sophie heads to Mullingar. The boys of One Direction find her and drag her back into their messed up lives. Feelings start showing here and there, making Sophie confused. Is it really okay to start having feelings towards your kidnappers? Afterall, there is a very thin line between love and hate...


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I squeal as he drives into an aquarium’s parking lot and he laughs.

“Oh my god are we going to be able to see turtles?!” I ask eagerly as Harry parks the car.

“Yes Sophie, you’re going to see a realistic Padgett.” He chuckles. “You can be so childish it’s almost unreal.” He adds mostly to himself.

“Because being too serious is boring. Louis’d agree with me on that.” I point out.

“Who said I didn’t agree with it too?”

“The tone of your voice.”

“What was wrong with it?” he frowns as we get out our seats and outside the vehicle.

“It sounded reproachful.”

He rolls his eyes. “So are we going to keep arguing all day or are we actually going to make it to the aquarium?”

“To the aquarium we go!” I giggle.

Hand in hand, Harry and I wandered aimlessly through the aquarium, pausing to look at the aquatic creatures every now and then.  I think little penguins became my new favourite thing. Although my opinion rapidly changes we see sea turtles.

“Oh my God Harry! Real life Padgetts!” I yell excitedly, excitement growing as I drag him to the big tank.

“You act so surprised, even though I told you there’d be some.” He laughs, shaking his head in disbelief.

Pressing my fingers against the cool glass, I admire them as they swim peacefully.

“They are so beautiful...” I murmur, my index following one of them on the glass.

“Like I said earlier, Padgett worthy moments.” The curly-haired boy whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist as he pressed his face in my neck. I look at the turtles contentedly, hugging his arms

“Thank you Harry.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He responds, kissing the top of my head. Momentarily, I see Niall’s face in my mind. Last time someone kissed my head, it was Niall. At the hospital. And I placed that memory into Padgett.

As if on cue, Harry hugs me tighter, his warmth reminding me that I was over with Niall. That Niall hated me. That I was going to be with Harry now.

“Let’s go see some seals.” I sigh after a couple minutes, the turtles acting like memory triggers due to their connection with Padgett.

When we enter the seal exhibit, I decide to fuck with Harry’s mind a little, playing with his French language knowledge.

“Harry?” I ask innocently.

“Hmm?” The green-eyed boy responds, absent-mindedly.

“Do you know what a seal is in French?” I enquire, giggling inwardly. He frowns.

“No... Should I?” He says slowly, not understanding the point of my question.

“Probably.” I nod, keeping my eyes transfixed on one of the furry mammals.

“Why exactly?”

“Because it’s a word you use frequently and you don’t even realise it.”

“What is it then?”

“Phoque.” I whisper.

“What?”

“PHOQUE.” I repeat, a little louder.

Faces turn my way as people hear the swear word.

“Really? Fuck?”

“Yes Harry. Phoque.”

“It’s not a fuck you’re lying.”

An angry looking mother comes over to us.

“Would it kill you to stop swearing? There are children around,” She reproaches to Harry, huffing. I burst out laughing as she heads back to her little family, dragging her kids away from Harry and I.

“Fuck?” Harry whispers again, not believing me for a second.

“Yeah phoque.” I shrug, smiling like an idiot.

“Okay you’re nuts.” He gives in.

“I swear!” I protest, still laughing.

“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes, ruffling his curls once. “We have to be out of here by 4 o’clock alright?” He continues. “So stop fucking around.” The green eyed boy adds lowly to me, before hooking his arm around mine. “See what I did there?” He winks as we walk towards the sting rays.

“Very smart mister.” I nod, clutching his arm closer. “So what do we have at four?”

“We’re going skating.”

“Well that was fun!” I laugh, getting back inside the car. Right after our little trip to the aquarium, Harry and I had gone skating and he had the unfortunate occasion to see how bad I was on ice.

“I still can’t believe you fell about ten times! I mean, your home country, especially Quebec if I remember correctly, is an empty territory filled with ice and snow during winter!” Harry exclaims. “How can you suck that bad at skating?!”

“A, I do not suck, I just lacked practice when I was younger. And B, ten times is exaggerated. I fell eight times bozo.” I retort sassily as he starts the car, rubbing my hands together, trying to warm them up a little from all the times they’d made contact with the ice. My right arm was a little sore from all the times I caught myself from falling directly on my behind, but it was nothing unbearable. “I’m hungry.” I state after a couple minutes, the heat emanating from the car warming me up rapidly.

“No doubt you are, it’s almost 6.” He chuckles.

“And what do you have planned for 6 o’clock?” I enquire, curious.

“Well we have dinner at seven at a fancy restaurant so we’ll be stopping at a motel to change, we’ll go eat, and then I’m taking you back to the motel and probably make sweet love to you until you sleep,” he admits, his voice huskier towards the end.

“What if I don’t want you?” I challenge cheekily.

He looks at me briefly.

“Well I guess I’ll just have to make you want me.” Harry says slowly, a shadow of a smile on his features.

We arrive at a very modern looking motel a few minutes later.

“I’ll go get the keys, wait here,” The curly-haired boy instructs, undoing his seatbelt before leaving the car.

I do as asked, looking with interest at the little houses around. Each and every one was the same, two-leveled houses with 4 giant windows. The windows had a very thick black contour, making the houses look slightly futuristic. The dwellings were made out of caramel coloured wood and on the second level; there was a balcony with what looked like a spa.

“Mademoiselle,” Harry says, opening the passenger door in a gentlemanlike fashion. He hands me the keys. “We’re in house 18.”

“That’s my birth date!” I exclaim.

“Lucky coincidence isn’t it?”

“Harry, you knew it.” I reply, poking his chest.

“True. But only because of all the certificates your mom had given us because you never mentioned your birthday approaching in January.”

“Never came up.”

“Anyways you go wait at our house and make yourself comfortable while I bring our suitcase alright? You only need to walk down a little and turn right on the little pathway. The lady at the front desk said it was the first one you’d see.” Harry explains, opening the trunk of his car.

I peek over his shoulder curiously.

“Can I help you maybe?”

“Sophiiee.” He groans, turning around to look at me. “It’s called a surprise? Look I promise you’ll get to see and I’ll meet you at the house in a few... I still have a few words to say at the front desk.”

“Fine.” I huff nodding, before following Harry’s instructions to get to house number 18.

All of the little modern cottages look pretty much the same and I don’t see ours right away. Walking a bit farther, I keep looking around, until I find the house with number 18 on the door. I walk up to it and slide the key in, turning the handle when it beeped.

I let out a slow breath when I step inside.

“Wow,” I breathe, taken aback by its beauty. I gaze around in wonder, shutting the door behind me.

Suddenly, my cell phone vibrates in my back pocket. Pulling my eyes away from the beautiful, dimly lighted living room, I reach over and open my phone.

 

Harry Styles I really

need to talk to Sophie!

This is important!

 

It’s from Ashley. Almost immediately, I press the call button.

“Ash?!”

“Sophie?! Is that you?” Her voice is hurried.

“Yes! What’s wrong? What’s going on?! And hey did you have something to do with a certain magazine?!”

“Yes Sophie but listen―”

I cut her off.

“Ashley why didn’t you let Emily know? Ask her what was going on before telling everybody?! You had her number! She could’ve explained! I know Harry wasn’t replying to your texts or anything while he had my phone but Em―”

“Sophie listen to me I couldn’t tell anybody! I had to spill everything to the magazine! Had to! He retraced me through that other friend who helped you out when you we’re in London and threatened me!”

“Who?!”

“He’s changed Soph! He’s a maniac! He said he wanted the best for you so I agreed! He’s coming!”

“Ashley who?!”

“Y―”

The line goes dead.

I’m speechless, looking at my phone dumbfounded. Who?

“So babe do you like it?” Harry asks, entering the house with a suitcase in hand. He frowns when he sees my face void of emotion. “What’s wrong?” He asks, placing the suitcase on the ground before walking over to me. “Soph? Sophie you’re scaring me.” He bends down, his worried green eyes meeting mine.

I shake out of my trance.

“I’m just tired.” I reply, managing a small smile.

“It’s that thing earlier right? The one you refused to talk about before we went at the hospital?” he probes, taking my hand into his and giving it a kiss.

Earlier? Oh right. Niall exploding at me.

“You can talk to me you know?” The British boy continues, rubbing his thumb over my hand soothingly.

“I know.” I grin, pushing away from my mind my conversation with Ashley as well as my tussle with Niall. No need to worry about it now. “But we can talk about that later while were cuddling in bed.”

“You’re going to be so tired you won’t wanna talk.” He pouts playfully.

“Harry I swear I’ll talk. I have to get it off my chest anyways... But right now I’m really up for food.”

“Fine then.” He huffs hesitantly, before standing up and walking over to the suitcase. Opening it, he pulls out a very big bag and hands it to me. “That’s for you sugar lips. Now go change. There’s a bathroom right up the stairs.”

“Yes sir.” I reply, mocking seriousness as I take the bag.

“Don’t take too long!” He says as I walk upstairs.

“I’m too hungry for that!” I retort. Locking myself in the bathroom, I open the bag and pull out all its contents. Silver shoes, silver earrings, silver handbag.... Not silver dress.

I draw out the purple material carefully, admiring the dress. It was about knee-length and it only had one strap to place over the shoulder. The strap was in fact two little strips with silver rhinestones, to math with the ones at the waist where the purple material folded like a belt. It was simple, but gorgeous nonetheless.

I slip it on and look at myself in the bathroom’s mirror. What should I do with my hair? I stare at the little wisps of frost stuck in the different strands, making them curly and unkempt. Grimacing, I decide on making a waterfall braid, braiding the hair all around my head like a loosely placed crown. Once I’m finished, I stare at myself for a couple seconds, cocking my head sideways a few times before putting the earrings. I smile, admiring the final result. Not bad Sophie.

Twirling one last time, I grab the shoes and the little handbag and head downstairs, only to find Harry waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs in a tuxedo, his tie matching the color of my dress.

“Well don’t you look smashing,” I say, looking at him up and down as I step down to him.

“I could say the same for you Sophie, but I’d use the word striking instead of smashing.” He smiles, exposing rows of pearly white teeth. “Like the dress?”

“Like is an understatement. I absolutely love it.” I admit, twirling once more when I’m as the same level as him. I take another look at myself from the mirror at the entrance. This mirror is body-length, and I find myself gazing at the faint scars along my wrists. My fingers trace along the scars slowly.

Harry’s hand grasps mine gently.

“You’re beautiful Sophie. Don’t ever think otherwise.” Harry murmurs in my ear, his eyes making contact with mine through the mirror. Reaching over in his pocket, he pulls out a little silver chain with a small snowflake. “For you.” The green-eyed boy adds, placing the pendant in the hollow of my neck and tying it for me.

“Thank you.” I acknowledge, turning around slowly to look at him. We gaze longly at each other, before Harry starts leaning in, unsure. His large hands cup my face.

“Can I?”

I nod, closing my eyes as his soft lips meet mine.

“I love you, you know that right?” he whispers, his gaze almost intimate.

“Of course I do.” I respond. I know my answer deceives him. I can see it in his eyes. But I can’t manage to return his words just yet.

“C’mon lets go eat.” Harry ends, handing me a coat to put over my dress.

“So is the Christmas vacation still going?” I enquire, taking a bite out of my apple pie. Dinner with Harry had been quite pleasant. We both had opened up to each other a lot, going on an about on lots of things including embarrassing childhood memories and such. We had steered clear of talking about the other boys until now.

“Oh yeah it’s very on. It’s going to be perfect to really relax and be with family before our tour starts and all.” Harry states, before stealing a piece of apple out of my plate.

“Hey!”

I reach over into his, taking a chunk of his brownie and plopping it into my mouth. He cocks his eyebrow and I shrug.

“Payback. So when is the new album going to be out?”

“Well we worked on it for the last two weeks and we already had started it before we came to Ireland, so a couple days before Christmas I guess. We added some Christmas bonus songs so we wanted to wait until then.” The curly-haired boy explains, finishing up his desert before I could take another piece.

“Where will we be going exactly?”

“I told you already I’m not telling you.” He chuckles, waving at the waiter to bring him the bill. “It’s called a surprise.” He smirks.

“You do realize this is Edward Cullen cliché, right?” I scowl, eating up the rest of my own food. “Bringing me to a secret place somewhere in the world.”

“Well I promise you we’re not going on a romantic island, because the rest of the band is coming.” Harry laughs, paying the bill. “Come on let’s go home...” He finishes, putting his coat on and helping me into mine. “We have a lot of activities planned for tomorrow; you need to get your rest.”

“Harry, both you and I know what we’re going to do when we arrive home. You told me earlier.” I chuckle, poking his chest.

“Who says I was saying the truth?” The green-eyed boy counters, smiling mischievously.

When we get back to our motel and step inside house 18, I’m speechless. It’s as if someone had completely remade the house while we were gone. There we’re candles everywhere, making the room glow in a comforting manner. There were also white rose petals scattered all over the floorboards.

“Did you do this?” I ask quietly, slipping my coat off.

“Not me personally, but yeah I asked if they could send someone to do this while we were gone.” Harry admits, also taking off his coat.

I take off my heels, and step around the petals in wonder. A song starts playing softly and I look up to see Harry playing with a stereo. I recognize Keane’s song.

 

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet 
Sat by the river and it made me complete 


Oh simple think where have you gone 
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
Im getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

 

“Harry?”

“Hmm?” He joins me in the middle of the room, his steady breathing on my neck making me shiver pleasantly. The taller lad places his hands around my waist, making us move to the music leisurely.

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?


      “Harry I want to talk to you about what happened earlier.” I say carefully.

“What was it? What made you so miserable this morning?” He breathes, tilting my chin upwards so were looking in each other’s eyes.

“Niall.”

He freezes for mere seconds, before resuming our slow dancing.

“What happened?”


Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about is somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
so why don't we go
somewhere only we know?

 

“I talked to him this morning. About how I felt. And he didn’t take it too well.”

He takes my hand and makes me twirl once, my dress creating a pretty purple mass around me. As soon as I’m done my twirling, Harry unexpectedly makes me fall backwards and catches me centimeters before I touch the ground, before pulling me back up to our initial position.

“He’ll come around.” The green-eyed boy says simply.

“I don’t think so.” I deny, a little breathless. “Not with what I told him. He seemed so angry and broken...”

“What did you tell him?”

Oh simple thing where have you gone 
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about is somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
so why don't we go
somewhere only we know?

 

“Harry I told him I loved you.”

He halts.

This could be the end of everything
so why don't we go
somewhere only we know?

 

“What?” he whispers.

“Harry, I love you.” I say truthfully. Next thing I know, his lips are on mine.

“Jesus do you know for how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me these words?” he gasps, before kissing me again, his arms wrapping themselves around my body. “I love you so much Soph its unreal.” The curly-haired boy murmurs, cupping my face with his hands.

“Harry I love you too.” I repeat.

His mouth meets mine again, and suddenly it’s like I can’t get enough of him. My arms enclose around his neck while his descend to my waist, pulling me to him as close as possible. One of his hands grabs my thigh and hooks it around his waist, our clothes becoming the only obstacles to overcome.

“Sophie,” he groans as I lower myself to my knees, my fingers fumbling with his trousers. “Sophie no you don’t have to do this.” He pants, trying to push me away from his growing erection.

“But I want to,” I reply raggedly, his trousers finally dropping to his feet, closely followed by his tightening boxers.

“I love you so fucking much,” Harry whines as I wrap my hands around his pulsing member. “But this won’t be fair,” he protests.

“No what wouldn’t be fair,” I utter, “Is if I’m the only one that gets all the pleasure.”

A guttural groan escapes his lips when I place him inside my mouth,

“Sophieeee,” he moans, digits tangling in my hair.

A little unsure of what to do, I hollow my cheeks and try to avoid using my teeth, sucking on him as much as I can. Placing my hands on the parts of him I can’t get in my mouth, I rub him. By the sounds he make, I think I’m doing alright, my tongue swirling on his tip and taking in as much as possible while my hands move back and forth.

“God love you’re perfect...” He grunts, before pulling me off. “But I won’t last if you keep it up.” He hauls me back up and kisses me fervently, lifting me up so my legs encircle his waist.

He carries me a bit, and suddenly I fall onto something soft, Harry's body immediately pressing into mine. White petals flutter all around us as he removes his shirt. As soon as his skin is exposed, I instinctively reach over to touch his torso, my body craving his.

“Harry I want you,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulder blades as he kisses my neck ardently.

“Me too.” He gasps, his left hand slipping under my dress. He rubs languorous circles over my folds, our lips joining yet again.

“Take them off. Make me yours.” I moan, rolling my hips into his movements. He does as asked, ridding me of my panties as well as the dress, this last one taking a little more time as we didn’t want to keep our mouths off each other.

“Harry please. I love you.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing those words. Ever.” He states, his mouth descending on my body.

“Good because I won’t ever stop saying them,” I murmur, shivering as he kisses each of my breasts before he starts sucking and groping them, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I feel myself getting slicker, my body readying itself for Harry completely.

My mind is clouded with arousal; my only desire right now is to make one with him. Forever.

“Harry please,” I groan as he presses his fingers inside me. “I want you. I love you.” I say heatedly.

“Say it again. Soph,” he pants, hovering over me. “Tell me you love me.” He continues, his tip at my entrance.

“I love you Harry Styles.” I whisper, lifting myself to kiss him again. I swear he’s my new drug.

I whine as he pushes himself in slowly, feeling his hot member pulsing inside my walls.

“Harryyy.” I moan, digging my nails into his back once more.

 “You’re so pretty.” He mumbles, his eyes plunging into mine as he keeps pressing in. Once he’s full sheathed, he pulls out slowly, before thrusting back in deeply. A thin layer of sweat starts forming in between us. His pace in unhurried, but meaningful.

“I love you.” He breathes.

“I love you too.” I repeat it like a mantra, over and over again.

Then, almost too soon, it’s all over and we reach our orgasms, pleasure tingling all over. It’s overwhelming.

“How was that?” He says, breathing unsteadily.

“Absolutely perfect,” I answer, hugging him tightly.

We stay there for a few moments, just holding each other, before I stand up, needing to use the toilet.

“Where are you going?” He groans.

“To the bathroom. Shouldn’t be long.” I tell him, searching through the suitcase near the bed for a few seconds.

“You could walk around naked,” he proposes.

“I won’t be walking around the house naked that’s for sure. Not with the gigantic windows.” I take one of his t-shirts, put it on and walk upstairs to the bathroom.

I do my business, and walk back out, only to have something shoved into my mouth, arms holding me as they pull me back into the bathroom. I stay calm, assuming it’s Harry wanting to scare me. I barely have the time to look at the person in the mirror. He’s dressed all in black. That’s not Harry. No way he could have dressed up so quickly. The fabric smells familiar. Chloroform.

I start fighting, trying to scream for help, but I’m knocked out cold.

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