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...


2. Bulletproof

I can practically feel the class buzzing with excitement as most female hormones start kicking in; my classmates fully taking in the fact that Louis Tomlinson from One Direction was the substitute. Oh yeah, and did I mention I was at a school where the girls and the boys were in separate classes? Well I am. This is bad. Really bad.

“So before we start,” Louis continues, bringing me back to the horrid reality of having him to teach me. “Does anybody have questions for me?”

Hands shoot up in the sky like rockets, and Louis starts answering questions one by one.

I’m daydreaming by the time they get to the more personal questions such as “How big are you” and “Are you good in bed?” Fortunately, Louis has some certain sense and doesn’t reply to them, rapidly bringing them back to order. He starts explaining things as soon as they’re calmed down, but I’m still lost in my thoughts.

Why would he teach? Are the other boys here? Do they know where I live? Is all this permanent?

“Sophie Miller.” Louis’s sharp, demanding voice brings me back to reality, and it doesn’t seem like it’s the first time he says my name.

“What Louis?” I snap in irritation, disliking the disturbance. I realize my mistake a second too late.

The whole class gasps.

“It’s Mr. Tomlinson.” He corrects, a frown on his face. “You’ll have to see me after class for disrespect of your superiors and lack of attention.” He demands before resuming his speech about the principles of drama. Oh no. Nothing good can possibly come out of this.

The rest of class goes on pretty slowly, as I keep checking the time nervously every 5 seconds. After what seems hours though, the bell finally rings.

“Class is dismissed!” Mr. Tomlinson concludes before heading to his desk to shuffle through some documents. I take that as my cue to leave, but so does the rest of the girls so I end up huddled and pushed to the end of the mob. Putting me in the teacher’s line of vision.

“Not so fast Sophie.” His voice commands as the last of the students head out. “Come back here.” Louis orders, sitting on his desk.

Slumping my shoulders in misery, I mouth to Emily to wait for me at the door. She nods once, leaving me alone with Louis. I don’t approach him though, staying near the door.

“Could you shut the door Emily?” Louis asks loudly to her, obviously knowing that since we came in together, we’d stay together no matter what.

Emily reluctantly listens to him, mumbling a word of encouragement to me before shutting it close completely.

“So. Little Sophie. Did you miss me?”

“How did you find me?” I ask ignoring his previous question. I watch him carefully as he sits on the edge of his desk.

“Must admit it took awhile to find a sign of life from you somewhere after you changed your cell phone number. We started searching through names of students in school only a year ago. What a shock it was to find your name in a school in Ireland though. That was the place we least expected you to be, since it’s associated with Niall. Didn’t think you’d want to stay with anything related with us, or that made you think of us. But I guess you did miss us after all.”


“Come here.”

I shake my head no, clutching my books tightly to my chest.

“Sophie, Sophie, Sophie....” Louis says, shaking his head in disbelief. “Some habits never change do they?”

I stay silent, keeping a straight face.

“Why don’t you take a seat? We have some catching up to do.” He continues, pointing to the chair in front of his.

I don’t budge.

“Suit yourself; we’ll do it standing then.” Louis shrugs, standing up to advance towards me.

“D-Do what?” I stammer as he stands right in front of me.

“And she talks again!” He exclaims happily, clapping his hands. “And I thought the cat got your tongue during the class. Not a peep was heard. You usually are very loud, screaming a name in ecstasy...”

“Maybe I was silent because I had nothing to say,” I fume angrily.

“Do you want me to make you say something then? Or rather scream something?” He enquires cockily.

“No. You repulse me, and that would be illegal.”

“You and I both know I don’t repulse you, I relatively arouse you... And technically it wouldn’t be illegal; I’m not really your permanent teacher, just a substitute for when she’s sick...”

“Same thing. Both aren’t desirable either way.”

“You changed Soph.” Louis trails on ignoring my outburst. “For the better. You’re a little more... accomplished... than you were two years ago.” He continues, walking around me as if to inspect my every angle. “Two years ago, you would’ve added a swear to that little outburst. Also, your breasts are bigger,” He remarks cheekily. Sick bastard.

Holding my books closely to my chest with one hand, I rapidly lift the other to slap him but he catches it, his fingers digging painfully into my wrist.

“But you’ve also developed a nasty attitude. I’d be glad to rid you of it right now.” He seethes in my ear, letting my arm go before pushing me on his desk.

Shivers run down my spine at the reminiscence of the past.

Louis places himself in between my legs as I keep clutching my books tightly against myself, knuckles turning white. Louis immediately grabs them, setting them on the side before keeping both my hands glued to the desk single-handedly. I struggle in his firm grasp.

“You can’t do this!” I protest, trying to push him away, failing miserably.

“And why can’t I?” He mumbles, his free hand lifting the skirt slowly to expose more of my thighs.

“I’ll scream for help. Emily is right outside the door. She knows what you bastards did to me.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” his voice takes a deadly edge, clearly not liking my snide comment.

“Don’t test me, Louis. I always have someone who knows where I am, and when.” I menace. “And Emily is right outside the door if I need her.”

He frowns. “You’re getting detention tonight. I told you already. It’s Mr. Tomlinson when were on school grounds.”

“Because were gonna see each other off the school grounds? I don’t think so.” I spit, grabbing my books.

“Not so fast.” He objects, pushing me back down. My books fall to the ground and the bell rings at that moment. I fight Louis grasp, but he doesn’t let me move more than I already can.

“Let go. I’m gonna be late for English class.” I seethe.

“Nothing to worry about, I’ll just let Mr. Malik know you were held back.” He replies. What the fuck? Mr Malik? I’m hallucinating things aren’t I?  I feel his fingers digging once more into my skin. No I’m not.

“How in the world did you two get in here?!? Aren’t you supposed to be an active boyband that tours all around the world?”

“Don’t you listen to me when I talk? I said we’re substitutes! We don’t always have to be at school, but we’re the first on the list of substitutes when a teacher is absent. So were the first people the school calls when a teacher is not present.” He says, letting go of my arms. I sit back up slowly.

“Who are the substitutes exactly? Who are ‘we’ ” I ask, not really enthusiastic upon hearing the answer.

“Me, Mr. Payne and Mr. Malik.”

I wanna die as I hear him say that.

“But Mr. Horan and Mr. Styles are hall and lunch supervisors whenever they feel like it. And we can all supervise detention whenever.” He adds smirking.

“This is a living nightmare.” I mumble, passing my hand in my hair nervously.

“If you think this is a nightmare, you’re mistaking.... You should’ve seen Harry when he fully realised you escaped. Smoke could’ve come out of his nostrils. I think he’d be glad to supervise detention tonight. I would be.” His voice drops to a low whisper as he suddenly pushes to a laying position on his desk, pushing his papers aside. He easily holds me there and I feel his erection growing in his trousers as his body presses against mine. His hands head for my blouse.

“EMILY!” I yell loudly. Louis jumps rapidly off me just as she opens the door. Emily gives us a weird look as Louis straightens his shirt, giving me a severe glare.

“Are we going now? We’re late for English.” My friend whines a bit. But I bet she knew something was up. I had told her all about my misadventure with One Direction when I first came to Ireland. Now she hates them as much as I do.

 “So to resume what I was saying, be careful next time you talk to me. You have to call me Mr. Tomlinson.” Louis lectures me, as if we were talking about that all along.

I nod once and pick up my books, avoiding his piercing gaze.

“Better be present at detention tonight.” He orders quietly in my ear as I pass near him to head for the door. Emily follows me.

“Hun. English is that way.” She tells me, pointing the way opposite from the one which I was walking. I go to my locker, shadowed by her. I grab my stuff.

“I know it’s the other way.... I think I’ll just head home, crash in my bed and skip class today. I need some rest because of yesterday’s party.”

“You and I both know that’s not exactly true. Did he do something to you Soph?” She asks me, her enquiring brown eyes seeing right through my lies.

“No. He didn’t do anything. But he will one day I’m sure. It’s only a matter of time.” My eyes fill with water at the horrible memories before I wipe them hastily. I’m not weak. “Look I just need a time-out to sort this out. Do you mind getting a lift from somebody else today?” I plead. I start shaking at the idea of having to stay here because she wouldn’t be able to get a lift.

“Nah... Go ahead.” She smiles, shrugging her shoulders.

“Thank you. And yeah just to let you know, the English teacher is also absent today so you’ll be having Zayn as a teacher...”

“Just great...” Emily sighs. “I’ll deal with him. No go, before you crumble to the floor.” She chuckles, seeing my wavering form.

I smile and wave goodbye, before getting in my car and heading home.

I crash into my bed, plugging some music into my ears to withdraw myself from the world. I hum appreciatively as the first song of my ‘Bored’ playlist, Bulletproof by Laroux, starts playing.


Been there, done that, messed around
I’m having fun don’t put me down,
I’ll never let you sweep me off my feet,
I won’t let you in again, the messages I’ve tried to send,
my information’s’ just not going in,
burnin’ bridges shore to shore, I’ll break away from something more,
I’m not to not to love until it’s cheap,
been there, done that, messed around,
I’m having fun don’t put me down,
I’ll never let you sweep me off my feet,


This time baby,
I’ll be,

This time baby,
I’ll be,

I won’t let you turn around,
and tell me now I’m much too proud,
to walk away from something when it’s dead,
do do do your dirty words come out to play when you are hurt,
there’s certain things that should be left unsaid,
tick tick tick tick on the watch and life’s too short for me to stop,
Oh baby, your time is running out,
I won’t let you turn around,
and tell me now I’m much too proud,
All you do is fill me up with doubt,

This time baby I’ll be bulletproof
This time baby I’ll be bulletproof

This time I'll be bulletproof
This time maybe I’ll be bulletproof
This time baby, this time baby, this baby, this time


After hearing my phone going through the full content of its music twice, I decide to sleep.

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