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...


9. Deal

We arrive at my flat about half an hour later, but that half an hour felt like two hours because Harry kept sliding his hand up and down my leg provocatively while driving. Driving me mad. Ha-ha I made a pun.

Harry stops the car’s engine, sighing. He ruffles his hair once before looking at me.

“I want to make myself clear. You can’t tell your friend where we live. Not even a single clue about the location. If you dare say something, I’ll make sure to isolate you down in the house’s basement, with a restricted amount of food for three days. So your choice. Either you keep that pretty mouth of yours shut and keep living in our joyous company, with unlimited amount of food, or slip a word and live just the opposite.” He says seriously, taking off his ray-bans and hooking them in the inside of his collar. He looks at me, waiting for me to say something.

“Fine.” I sigh exasperatedly. “I’ll stay quiet. But it isn’t because I like your company. Because I certainly don’t.”

“Then why wouldn’t you say a thing? Wouldn’t speaking with a friend be the perfect occasion?” He says dramatically.

“You threatened me with food.” I reply simply, getting out of his car. I hear him chuckle lightly, also getting out of the vehicle.

“You have five minutes to shower, and seven to get ready for school. Maybe three to chit-chat with your friend to explain your current situation.” The green-eyed boy instructs as he pulls my flat keys out of his pockets, unlocking the door.

“Shouldn’t it be the opposite?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. “I should have seven minutes to shower, and five to get ready.”

“No because if you take more than five minutes to shower, I’m joining you. So the less the better right?” He replies smiling cockily, twirling keys around his fingers skillfully while leaning against the door frame.

“How did you even get those?” I realize motioning MY keys, frustrated.

 “Dug through your pockets yesterday after-noon, right after our passionate sex.” He shrugs nonchalantly, motioning for me to go in the flat.

“It wasn’t passionate.” I say through clenched teeth, walking inside the familiar flat. “T’was rape.” I mumble. “I’m gonna report this as rape.” I mutter again.

“Sorry sweet cheeks, but it isn’t rape if you like it.” He chuckles, closing the door behind us. 

I huff and he turns around and looks down at me, gazing into my eyes. I find myself getting lost in orbs filled with lush greenery. He smiles before continuing.

“And if screaming a name out in ecstasy isn’t a sufficient proof of enjoyment, you need to go see a psychiatrist.” He finishes, tapping my nose softly. “Not my fault your body just can’t resist to mine...” He adds pressing himself on me, his mouth about to descend on mine.

I roll my eyes, pushing him away.

“I’m going to shower.” I say.

At that moment, a worried-looking Emily comes bursting out of the kitchen, squeezing me into a tight hug. She automatically bombards me with questions.

“Are you okay? Where were you? Why are you in sweats? Gosh I was so worried! What are you doing with him? Do you want me to call the cops? Can I go ninja on him?” She babbles, pulling me away from Harry, her eyes clearly sending daggers into the older boy’s direction.

“Yes. Somewhere. Because. Can’t tell. No and no.” I respond to all her questions, hugging her back. It felt good to be in her arms.

“Why can’t I go ninja on him?” She pleads, looking angrily at Harry who just stood there looking at us with his hands in his pockets.

“Believe me I’d like that, but you can barely kill a fly.” I reply dryly, a smile tugging on the side of my mouth.

We pull out of the hug.

“Look Em.... I have some bad news for you.” I tell her very seriously.

“What is it?” She frowns, looking between Harry and me repeatedly. “What did Harry do?!?”

“I can’t live here anymore. I have to go live with HIM.” I say, nodding towards Harry’s direction.

“What? Where? Why?” She says, confused. The brown-eyed girl’s anger suddenly mounts. “Harry fucking Styles I hate you! Do you even know what she went through after she was held hostage? No of course you don’t because I was the one who picked her up! You destroyed her! And you can’t see that because she can’t help to be nice around you! Why Soph?!” My friend turns to me. “Why aren’t you even trying to fight back?”

“Em you know―”

“No Sophie I don’t! And don’t you dare hate me for freaking out, because I won’t know where my best friend will be! The only thing I do know is that five psychos will be using her!”

Harry stiffens beside me but I step in.

“Calm down,” I say, grabbing her arm. “Look we’ll keep seeing each other at school. But you have to keep the fact that I live with One Direction to yourself okay?”

“Soph, you didn’t answer the question,” she protests angrily.

“I can’t tell you where. But if you don’t keep the secret―”

“Yeah you’ll be seeing her all bruised and roughened at school if you dare tell a soul.” Harry speaks huskily.

“I swear if you hurt her Harry Styles I’ll go tell the authorities, reporting abuse.” Emily says, turning around in front of me in a defensive position.

“I don’t think they’ll believe you. Between believing the story of an 18 year-old teenager or a world famous boy band, I think you’d be the one getting trouble. We can be very persuasive. Right Sophie?” Harry says causally, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. He didn’t seem to be intimidated by Emily at all.

I roll my eyes in response to his interrogation.

“So, are you gonna say something about us and Sophie?” Harry questions Emily, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Don’t test him,” I mumble to her silently.

I feel Emily give in to Harry’s argument beside me. She doesn’t have much of a choice anyways.

“Fine I’ll keep your damn secret. But I want to see her at school every day without a bruise or scratch. And I want a text from her, if she can’t make it at school for whatever reason because of you jerks. If one of these conditions isn’t respected, I’ll find you and find something convincible to say to the police.”


He straightens himself, and grabs my arm.

“Anyways, your three minutes of chit-chat is already done. You should hop in the shower while I pack your stuff. Any special requirements?” he says to me, as if Emily wasn’t here with us.

“Bring my girl stuff. And my pillow. The one at your house smells like you guys.” I say, wrinkling my nose in remembrance. “I like when my pillows smell safety and familiarity.”

He rolls his eyes and nods, before dragging me to the bathroom that connected with my room, not letting me say anything else to Emily. “Five minutes.” Is all he says before pushing me in and closing the door in my face, letting me some privacy. I huff.

Not wasting any of my precious time, I shed my clothes and get inside the shower, washing myself thoroughly.

I cherish my moment alone, but after what barely feels like seconds, Harry is already pounding at my door.

“It’s been 4 minutes and 50 seconds since you’re in there. Get out in 5 or I’m coming in.”       

He doesn’t even let me answer that. I hear the click of the door unlocking, and the squeal of its hinges as Harry pushes it open. I manage to close the water, grab a towel and roll it around myself just as he tosses the curtain open.

He pouts a little.

“Why aren’t you naked?” He questions, a naughty grin on his face.

Flustered, I’m about to reply but he beats me to it.

“Kiddin’ love. I’m glad you respect your time limit.” He says, kissing the top of my head. “Now go get ready.” He says, ushering me outside of the small bathroom. I frown as he follows me to my room. Wait. He’s happy he didn’t get to shower with me?

“I’ll be on the other side of the door sweet cheeks.” He says, leaving my room.

“Who is he and what has he done with Harry Styles?” I mutter, looking pointedly at the door from where he just disappeared. Shaking my head negatively, I ignore it and try recalling my school schedule to figure out what to wear.

“Right. I have cheer practice this morning.” I groan, before rummaging through my closet to find adequate clothes for practice. Locating what I was searching for, I drop my towel and snuggle into them. The air outside being a little chilly, I also put on the matching sweats. Shoving my cheer shoes and school uniform into my gym bag, I tie my hair into a high ponytail. I smile once in the mirror before dropping it miserably. Why am I once again involved with One Direction?

I sigh depressingly before leaving my room, bag slung on my shoulder.

“Cheer practice this morning?” A husky voice demands. “I might go check that out.”

I look around to find Harry leaning on the wall beside the door.

“Where’s Em?” I question him with a hard glare.

“She left for school... She couldn’t stand my beauty.” He responds cheekily.  

I roll my eyes. Poor her, I wonder what he did to her to make her leave me alone with him...

Harry’s green eyes drift to my bag. “Here. Lemme take this, I’ll put it with the other bag.” He says, handing his hand out.

“I’m a big girl... I can carry my stuff like you can carry yours.” I scoff.

“What a poor choice of words.” He chuckles.

Without warning, he grasps the back of my legs, and swings me on his shoulder like a potato sack.

“What the fuck are you doing!?!?” I squeal, pushing against his back as he heaves me out of my flat.

“Carrying what’s mine.” He shrugs, giving my ass a little pat. Bastard.

I hit him in the back a few times but he seems unaffected as he gets us out

“Stop wriggling, you’ll end up on the ground.”

“I don’t care.”

“But I do.” He protests.

“You’re bipolar.” I mumble.

He ignores my comment and plops me into his car seat, takes my bag away from me and puts it in the trunk, staying there longer than necessary. I bet he’s checking I didn’t put any illicit objects in there...

He comes back a few seconds later. Sitting in the driver’s seat, he shoots me a smile before driving us to school.

“Now remember Soph. It’s Mr. Styles for you when I see you in the hallways. I won’t be different with you than with the other students.” He instructs when we arrive at school. “And you need to salute us every time you see us.” He adds.

“Just great. Now I’ll seem like a teacher’s pet or something like that.” I spit angrily, before unlocking the doors and getting out of his car. I feel eyes on me, but shrug them off.

Without addressing another word to Harry, I grab my gym bag in the trunk, barely acknowledging the fact he locked a charm bracelet with the England and Ireland flag around the straps.

Paying no serious attention to it, I slam the trunk shut and head to cheer practice, feeling his gaze burning holes in my back.

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