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...


52. Answers

December arrived quite quickly. Tomorrow was the day I’d spend with Harry. December 6th. And today I was going to get my cast off. Weird, I had a feeling I’d remember December 5th and 6th 2014 very well.

“Sophie! We’re leaving in ten!” Harry yells through the house.

“I know! You told me we’d be leaving in 15 minutes 5 minutes ago!” I shout back from upstairs.

“Quit hollering you two! You’re giving me a headache!” Liam intervenes, also very loudly.

Liam and I weren’t what I’d call best friends since that day he hit me, but the atmosphere was less tense that’s for sure. He’d say hi to me occasionally during breakfast, or just sit with me as I watched TV, but no more than that.

“9 minutes Soph!”

I don’t even bother answering, walking with determination. I had very bravely decided I needed to talk to Niall today. And I was about to do it now. I didn’t have to look far for him as these last days, he’d stay locked up in his room all day, his ribs still forcing him to get as much rest as possible.

Taking a deep breath, I knock on his bedroom door.

“C’mon in!”

Turning the doorknob, I step inside the Irish lad’s room. Weirdly, it seems in order, for someone who can’t walk around for too long.

“Can I help you princess?” Niall asks, laid lazily on his bed with his guitar.

“When did someone clean your room?” I frown, looking around.

“I know it doesn’t show, but I can actually walk for a longer period of time now.” He smiles. “Was able to clean my room and fetch a couple snacks from downstairs.” The blonde continues, munching on a bag of chips beside him. “So what do you want love?”

“Can we talk? Like, very seriously?” I ask, playing nervously with my fingers.

He frowns.

“Yeah sure. Wanna sit?” He enquires, patting the empty space beside him on his bed.

“No it’s fine I have to leave in about eight minutes...”


“The hospital. I’m taking my cast off today.” I smile.

“Oh do you have someone to drive you?” he stands up. “I could go because after all, I’m the one who let you break your wrist so I should be the one taking care of you no? I can go fetch my car a―”

“Niall, Harry’s taking me already; you don’t have to move for that.” I say nervously, stopping his rapid stream of words. I really hope he took his medication today...

“Sophie I’m okay I can drive. Please. Just lemme find my keys and―”

“No Niall... Harry needs to be the one to go with me because I’ll be spending today and most of tomorrow with him.” I admit.

“Sophie I’m waiting for you in the car!” Harry’s yell is faint from downstairs.

“Okay!” I yell back.

“Shut up!” Comes Liam’s voice. I wince.

“What? Why?” The Irish boy scowls. “Why are you spending the day with him? And tomorrow too? Aren’t you going to come back here to sleep?”

I shake my head no. “Niall I want to be honest with you... I care about you okay? A lot and―”

“Stop right there.” He says brusquely, surprising me. “I know where you’re going with this. I don’t wanna hear it. It’s not true.” Niall shakes his head rapidly, his hands clenching into fists.

“Niall please let me finish.”

“No!” He shouts. “Don’t you dare talk! I don’t wanna hear it! Please just spare me! I don’t want to hear your lies!”

“Niall I’m in love with Harry.” I mumble quietly. The next seconds feel like I’ve just triggered a bomb.

“Sophie I forbid you to say that! It’s nonsense! You’ve been brainwashed! Harry brainwashed you! I’m the one who’s been here for you all along! Not him! Sophie you can’t know that! You aren’t certain!” Niall yells heatedly as tears of frustration start trickling down his cheeks.

“Niall I’m sorry!”

“No you aren’t!” He shoves his shelf forwards, making it topple over and break. I jump at the loud clash but Niall keeps roaring. “Don’t lie to me Sophie! You aren’t sorry because if you would’ve been, you would’ve told me a long time ago!” He continues.

I yelp in shock when he punches the wall.

“Niall calm down please you’ll hurt yourself!” I plea!

“You telling me this is ten times more painful!” The blonde bellows. “I can’t believe all this time you’ve kept it to yourself!”

“No! I swear I just found out recently!” I reply, hot tears filling my eyes.

“And how did you do that hmm?” The blue-eyed boy mocks. “Feelings are built!” he snaps. “They don’t come around in the blink of an eye! Why now?! Why did you develop feelings now, and not two fucking months ago when I was telling you about mine? Why did you lie to me at the waterfall?!”

“Niall people change! Harry changed! I couldn’t control it!”

“But never was I rough with you! Never! Harry has abused you multiple times, and you were sixteen! I took care of you! Why am I the one that gets stepped on like worthless shit?!” He storms. “Sophie why?” His voice is suddenly barely above a murmur.

“Niall I wish I knew.” I whisper back, feeling guilty.

“What a shitty answer. It’s true then. Nice guys do finish last.” The blonde boy takes a deep breath.

“That’s not true Niall! I just didn’t deserve you alright?! I made you start cutting Niall! I’m bad for you!”

“What you just admitted, about your feelings towards Harry,” his gaze locks with mine very seriously, “That assertion cut through me deeper than any wound I would’ve made myself.” He spews angrily. “I’ll be forever scarred. I’ll never be able to be with someone, because nobody wants a broken person.” Niall continues sourly.

“That’s not true. There are thousands of other girls that can―”

“But they’re not you.” He cuts me off. “They’re not lying sluts like you.” The blonde boy adds heatedly.

“Niall.” I start sobbing. This wasn’t happening the way I imagined it to.


“Niall I―”

“Shut up Sophie. I don’t want to talk to you. Not now. And probably never again. I hate you. You fucking screwed me over! Even my career is on the verge of collapsing. Maybe Liam was right. You’re the problem.” The Irish boy ends vehemently. “Get the fuck out now Sophie!” He bursts.

I shut my eyes once, letting yet another tear fall on my cheek. “I really hope you’ll forgive me Niall, because I’ve forgiven you for your harsh words.” I whisper sadly, before leaving his room.

As soon as I shut the door, I hear an almost inhuman growl, followed by the sound of various things shattering. I walk downstairs slowly, doing my best to wipe my tears on the way down.

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