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...


42. Dangerous

Surprised, Louis topples over to the side, to reveal a horrified Niall. Oh no. He probably thought Louis was abusing me or something. This isn’t gonna be good.

“Niall this isn’t what it looks like,” Louis says quickly.

“Then please explain. She’s tied up and naked for fuck’s sake, and I heard her scream.” Niall says between clenched teeth, his glare towards Louis deadly.

“No Niall I swear he didn’t abuse me or anything, well he did but it was okay and look, Louis can you fucking untie me now?!” I blabber, feeling self-conscious under their probing looks.

The brown haired boy rapidly unlatches the handcuffs, and I wrap his sheets around my body, covering my exposed skin.

“Louis are you mental? How could you even do that to her?” Niall persists, angrily approaching him.

“Look I had to or―”

“Or I wouldn’t have been able to sleep,” I cut in before he can mention Harry.

“So you needed to be ruthlessly fucked, to be able to sleep? That’s not you Sophie! Louis did ya brainwash her?” Niall yells, coming over to me. He presses his palm on my forehead, his own creased with worry.

“Well sex is tiring, especially with me...” Louis shrugs, reaching on the floor for his shirt and boxers.

“Your forehead is hot are you okay?” Niall asks me anxiously, completely shutting out Louis. “You should be somewhere more peaceful if you wanna sleep. What went through your head? Asking Louis?”

“My room is totally peaceful thank you.” Louis protests, irritated.

“Louis I’m not in the mood for your sass right now. If I had just a little less control, I swear I’d hit you.”

“I’m not sick, just sore.” I tell Niall, before Louis can retort something cheeky and get hit.  “And tired, now that you mention sleep...”

“C’mon I’ll carry you to my room.” The blonde proposes, leaning over to take me.

 “No Niall you’re the one who needs the most rest between the two of us.” I shake my head, tightening Louis’s sheets around my body. “Lemme walk. And sleep in my own room.” And that way Harry won’t come looking for me tonight...

“Sorry princess, I’m not taking no for an answer,” he counters, swooping me up in his arms with all of Louis’s sheets. I start struggling but stop almost immediately. Or I could sleep in Niall’s room and finally make Harry break!

I wrap my arms around his neck, his tight grip on my body preventing Louis’s bed sheet’s to drop too low.

“Care to tell me how I’m gonna sleep without covers?” The older lad whines as Niall turns to leave.

“I’ll bring them back, just let me take her to mines.”

What about Harry? He said he’d come to fetch you, Louis mouths to me while making grand gestures as Niall spins around to leave once more.

I want him to snap, I mouth back. He rolls his eyes, rubbing his temples in disbelief.

You’re looking for trouble, is the last thing I can read before Niall takes me out of Louis’s room and transports me to his. He deposits me on his bed, and then looks at me expectantly.


“I have to bring the sheets back to Louis’s room.”

“Can you pass me some clothes then? I’m not staying naked in front of you...”

“You had no problem with Louis seeing you naked a minute ago,” he mutters. “I don’t see why I can’t. You’re my princess after all.” The Irish boy rambles. “Why would you see him when I was near? And to get fucked into fatigue? That’s not right at all! That’s not you Sophie! And even if it were you, Louis shouldn’t have been the one―”

I shut my eyes briefly, a small smile crawling upon my features. “Niall, are you getting possessive? A little like Harry maybe?”

“I am not Harry,” He says coldly. “I am not like him at all. Do not compare me to him.” Niall walks to his wardrobe, passing me a pair of his boxers as well as a shirt that’s twice my size. Still in Louis’s covers, I squirm into them, before letting Niall leave with the remainants of Louis’s bed.

“You won’t hurt Louis right?” I ask before he crosses the doorframe. “He was just, uhh, doing me a favour?” Whoa that didn’t mean to sound as a question.

“I hope you convinced yourself, because I’m not won over at all.” He rolls his eyes, before leaving for Louis’s room. He comes back about a minute later, finding me laid flat on my back on his bed, rolling my thumbs.

“Are you going to get inside the covers, or am I gonna have to force you?” He enquires, removing his shirt and trousers and standing only in his trousers. I look at his bruised chest briefly, flinching a little at the massive one near his diaphragm.

“Force me.” I taunt, forever defiant.

“You asked for it,” he smirks, before he jumps on me and starts tickling me.

“Niall no stop! Stop touching me!” I shriek, giggling. I try to push his hands away but they keep coming back to attack me. “Niall okay okay! I’ll get under the covers!” I give in, laughing. He slides under with me, and places us in a spooning position. I sigh, shutting my eyes.

“Why did you want me to force you?” He enquires after a few seconds. “Why be rebellious with me, when I want nothing but your well-being?”

“I told you earlier at the hospital Niall, I like being defiant. Makes me feel alive.”

“You’ll get hurt.”

“Pain makes you alive.” I say, quoting Louis’s earlier words. He hugs me tighter, his breathing shaky as he holds me tightly in his arms.

“I don’t like it when you’re in pain.” He murmurs, exhaling. His warm hand slides under my shirt and onto my stomach, and he starts rubbing slow circles.

He stops after a couple minutes, and I’m pretty sure he’s about to doze off. Poor lad, he had such a hard day. Can’t even shut his bedroom lights.

All I can do now is wait for Harry to barge into his room furiously. And weirdly, it stresses me. I want him to break, but there’s still a part of me that’s afraid to shatter him into too many pieces.

Niall must’ve sensed my uneasiness as he starts talking again.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” The blue-eyed boy whispers in my neck.

“No.” I dig my face into his pillow.

“Sophie, you can’t lie to save your life.” He chuckles.

“Well this isn’t a life or death situation.” I huff, turning around to face him.

“What’s wrong these days with you?” The blonde questions, tossing my hair away from my face. “Is it your new suicidal thrill? Trying to get one of us to break?” Niall scowls. “What you did, standing up to Harry when we came back from the hospital, that was way too bold to be safe. Harry is dangerous. And Louis is too, for that matter.”

“Louis? Dangerous? He’s a jolly lad, with a perverted mind... The only danger is his kink, when it’s out of control. He can control it though, if he cares enough about the person’s well-being. ”

 “I still think he isn’t harmless...” He purses his lips, unsure.

“What about Liam and Zayn? Would you say they’re dangerous?” I explore his thoughts about the other boys.


“Do you think they could take care of me properly if I’m left alone with them, a little like what just happened with Lou and I?” I press, tapping into the possessive edge he has particularly tonight.

Clearly it works as his grip tightens around my waist, and he pulls me closer.

“Zayn is unpredictable really. He’s changed, thanks to Perrie, but we know what he’s capable of. Maybe he could do it again?” He huffs, uncertainty lacing his words.

“Now who’s trying to convince who?” I mock, smiling.

He rolls his eyes, before kissing my cheek.

“What about Liam?” I probe after a short pause.

“Danielle seems to keep him on his good side. If Danielle leaves though, maybe he’d lash out on you.”

“I don’t think Danielle will leave him. And I doubt Liam’ll take it all out on me if she does leave him. I mean, I didn’t do anything to him really.”

“Let’s put it this way. Did you have something to do with Harry’s sudden break-up two years ago?” He asks brusquely.

 I stay silent.

“And even if you had absolutely no relation to her, you don’t even know the girl I’m sure, Harry let all his frustration out on you. Liam might do the same thing.

“What about Harry?” I ask carefully, knowing the subject was tetchy.

“He’s the one who risks bringing you the most harm.”

“He’s changed.”

“Why are you defending him?”

“Why do you refuse to acknowledge the facts? You’re his band mate I’m pretty sure you realised quite quickly how he changed this year.”

“Maybe I don’t want to notice that, because I want you all to myself,” He kisses my throat. “And Harry has become a threat...”

“We’re not on a battlefield either.” I roll my eyes, turning around to look at him directly in the eyes.

“So you mentioned all the boys being dangerous, except you little leprechaun...” I softly poke his chest. “Are you saying that you’re not?” I cock my eyebrow upwards doubtfully.

“I am... but not as much. At least I don’t think so. Do you think I’m dangerous?” he nuzzles in my neck, peppering it with tender kisses.

“Not when you act like a giant teddy bear no you’re not.” I giggle. “But you did scare me today. When you yelled about me having to get over the fact that I was bought and all... But really you’re not too dangerous under medication.”

“Not too dangerous?”

“Every girl wants a little danger in her life no? I think I’d make you jealous when you’re not on medication, just to see if you’ll be as possessive as Harry.” I tease, my finger skimming over his chest.

“I can be possessive without my uncontrolled emotions. You’re my princess.” He says, kissing my nose. “And I’m absolutely not afraid to show it,” he smirks, before joining our lips.

I respond to the kiss, my hands reaching for his bleached hair but he rapidly brings them back down.

 “I need to figure out a way for you to stop comparing me to Harry though. You up for another round of ‛fucking someone to make the other fall asleep’, as you and Louis so brilliantly call it?”

Another? The word strikes me harder than it should have. Two boys in one night, no hesitation? That’s slutty no? Really―

“Let’s be honest though, in the end, it really is blatant fucking.” Niall cuts. “But you wanna do it?”

“Are you going to give me a choice?” I mock.

“Not really,” He smirks, before his mouth descends on mine once more. I smile on his lips, moaning lowly as he restarts his earlier movement of rubbing my stomach. “You’re mine princess, only mine,” he mumbles between kisses, over and over again.

His calloused fingers head over to my breasts, but stop a little under them. He takes a careful breath.

I take his hand and urge him to touch me, but he doesn’t budge, faint smile on his lips. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes though.

“Ni what’s wrong?” I ask worriedly.

“I don’t think we should be doing this. Not like that anyways. I shouldn’t treat you like an object that belongs to me.” He trails his finger along my cheekbone lovingly. “Plus I’m tired.” He yawns, proving his point.

“Wait are you serious? Or are you doing that just to tease me?” I frown, unsure.

“I’m very serious Sophie,” he kisses my nose, before resuming our earlier spooning position. “I wanted to do it I swear, but I overlooked my physical capacity to do stuff. My ribs hurt and I have difficulty breathing. I’m sorry.” He whispers, kissing my neck for the millionth time tonight. I turn around.

“Don’t be.” It’s my turn to press a kiss to his nose. “I don’t like you in pain, just like you don’t like me in pain. Plus I was having the word slut screaming at me in my head. Two of you boys in one da―”

“Sophie...You’re not a slut,” He shakes his head, closing his eyes as he yawns once more. I turn around once more, back facing him, and he wraps his arms around me, giving a reassuring squeeze. “I love you.” And just like that he falls asleep.

I sigh, shaking my head as I hugged the pillow tightly. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I tell him I love him too? Why does suddenly, making Harry snap seem like a bad idea? Why can’t I just get over Harry?

I bite my lip, drawing blood.

I should go back to Louis room and wait for him like he asked. I shouldn’t push him too far. But if Niall awakens, or isn’t really sleeping, he’ll interfere that’s for sure. I don’t want him getting hurt...

I glance at the clock on the bedside table. 10:46. I’ll wait until its 11:00 and then I’ll go back to Louis room. Just to make sure Niall really is asleep and he won’t try to defend me if Harry explodes. But do I want him to snap after all? Yes...

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