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...


50. Kyle

During the next two days, the atmosphere around the house was way calmer, and I was too. Liam was the only giving me the cold shoulder, but I didn’t pay much attention to it.

 The boys paid the publishers a large amount of money in order to get more time to figure things out. The magazine would give us until Christmas before they’d publish world-wide and ruin their careers. So we had less than two months to choose between me going over to them, or finding the creator of the stupid magazine. Obviously, me going over to them was easier, but the guys didn’t want to. They absolutely wanted to find who the creator of the magazine was, and like Niall said, ‘Kill the motherfucking bastard’. I really hope he was just messing around, too angry to think straight.

“Where are you two going?” Harry scowls, crossing his arms over his chest. It was Saturday, at about 8:30 pm, and Louis and I we’re just about to head to our double date. We’d agreed not to tell them the truth, but unfortunately, we hadn’t planned on Harry, Niall and Zayn catching us trying to sneak out.

“So?” Zayn probes.

I look at Louis worriedly.


“Sightseeing.” Louis and I say different things at the same time.

“Ehh... What was that?” Niall frowns, biting an apple.


“Shopping.” We repeat, saying what the other just said.

“So who’s lying?” Harry rolls his eyes.

Louis sighs. “I’m sorry Soph... but we have to tell them. They’d end up knowing one way or another.”  He tells me, before turning to the three boys. “See Sophie wanted to try public sex so obviously she was too shy to ask any of you and she knows I’m bold and I like the kinky shit so she asked me to take her to the mall to try. Tadaa!”

Their mouths drop open at the same time as mine.

“Wa-wait what?!” Niall almost chokes on his apple.

“No that’s not it at all.” I try to explain.

“Yes it is. It’s okay Sophie, no need to be embarrassed.” Louis pries, subtly elbowing me.

“Louis quit lying.” There’s no way I’m going with that story. “We’re just going shopping. I need some uh... New clothes.” I clarify.

“Can I join you?” Niall asks. “I think I’m in serious need of the trousers before we leave for our Christmas vacations.” He adds, motioning his legs.

“Niall that’s in more than a month.” Harry rolls his eyes.

“And? I can be prepared.” He shrugs, biting his apple once more. “So can I come?” The Irish boy asks, taking a step towards us.

“Yeah well the thing is we we’re only planning on doing some girl shopping like Victoria’s Secret and stuff. Maybe Ann Summers too...” The Doncaster boy stops Niall.

His face drops.

“Wait so Sophie, you’re going with Louis, of all people, for lingerie?” Zayn grimaces.

“Yeah I guess...” I say carefully, regretfully accepting Louis’s story.

“It’s because I know all you lads’ kinks.” He brags. “So I’m going to help her choose what’s right for Harry, Niall, and I. No offense Zayn, but it’s been awhile since you did something sexy with her. And Liam’s just not into that right now.”

 “Okay whatever.” I shut Louis up, noticing the growing tension between Harry and Niall at the mention of ‘sexy times’. “Anyway shops are gonna close soon so we’ll go.

“You won’t be too long, right?” Harry enquires.

“We should be back before 12.”

Jesus shops don’t close that late. They won’t buy that story.

“Isn’t that a little late?”

“Harry wake up. Sophie’s shopping with Louis. That’s early.” Zayn chuckles. Oh but they’re One Direction... I bet they have special privileges here and there...

“Oh right.”

“And were on our way,” Louis claps, opening the door. I follow him.

“Hey Niall,” I pause, leaning on the door. “I’ll go shopping with you sometime soon okay?”

He sighs and nods. “You don’t need to though.”

“But I want to.”

He smiles. “Okay then.”

“Bring back something sexy,” Harry yells as we exit the house. I can’t help rolling my eyes, a smile tugging the corners of my mouth.

“What the fuck was that?!” I protest once we get in the car, punching Louis hard on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry okay? I panicked. If Harry finds out what we’re really doing.... Our friendship could be over. I don’t want it to be over.”

“But public sex? Really? That’s like the least convincing argument you could come up with!” I exclaim, rolling my eyes.

“Look let it go.” Louis chuckles. “They believed us. We’re all good. Now we can go have fun!” He throws his first up in the air. “With this other couple who I don’t even know...” He ends on a quieter note.

“Are you nervous Lou?” I enquire, amused by his unease.

“No. Not at all.” He grins, but it’s forced.

I chuckle.

The double date hadn’t been fun. Mostly because it seemed like the two boys we’re full of testosterone tonight, resulting into them being in constant competition. Not long after our arrival at the meeting point, we had walked to a nearby little bar to chill out a bit, and talk, but things turned out otherwise.

Kyle and Louis weren’t very open at first so Emily and I were doing all the talking, chatting about random stuff like our aspirations in life. But then the boys ordered a drink. It escalated to two and three slowly, until they were partially drunk and started challenging themselves on doing things like who’d drink the most of their bottle in five minutes, who could get the most girls to blush and this and that. Emily and I felt totally ignored, so we took them back outside, hoping the fresh air would do them some good and oxygenate their minds a bit. It did at first, until Kyle saw a soccer field.

“Oi any of you up for a game of football?” Kyle asks while we’re all walking through the park.

“Oh that’d be refreshing! I’m up for it!” Louis agrees. “Where can we play?”

He points the soccer field a couple meters away. “Me and Em, against Sophie and you?” Kyle challenges Louis.

Emily and I look at each other uneasily.

“We don’t really want―”

“Depends... Are you sore losers?” Louis smirks, cutting me off.

“No but―”

“We’re going to win so the question is, are you sore losers?” Kyle bites back.

“We don’t want to play soccer.” Emily puts in.

“Well then it’s me against you Tomlinson.” Kyle grins, ignoring Emily completely. “Do you hit on footballs as much as you hit on girls?”

“Shut up. I’m going to make you eat the goddamn ball pretty boy.” Louis says heatedly, the atmosphere around us getting thicker by the second.

“We’ll see about that.”


“You girls sit and see who’s the best okay?” Kyle continues, motioning the bleachers.

“Kyle no please. Let’s just go home and watch a movie or something.” Emily requests.

“Louis please it’s not necessary.” I also try, my hand reaching for his. He pulls away from me brusquely.

“But it is.” He smiles, before giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry Princess I rarely lose.” He winks, before joining Kyle on the field.

“This is turning out to be a pretty lousy evening,” Emily mumbles as we sit on the bleachers. “How can they play? They don’t even have a ball.” She rolls her eyes.

Emily’s statement is proven wrong though as Kyle pulls one out of under the nets, a little worn but still kickable.

“Well something tells me it’s not Kyle’s first time at this park.”

I nod in agreement, keeping my eyes trained on the two boys as they start kicking the ball around. Kyle makes a goal, turns to us and blows us a kiss. Louis takes advantage of the moment to run past him, and try to score a goal. The ball hits the pole.

“Emily I really don’t think you should date this guy.” I say after a couple seconds, my eyes leaving the two boys on the field to talk to her. “Don’t take this badly though... It’s just he doesn’t seem that into you.”

“I was thinking the same thing.... He’s an ass really. He was eyeing you the whole time at the bar, not me.”

“Was he?” I frown.


“I’m sorry.”

“Nah don’t be.”

“But I am.”

“So have you decided who you like most? Between Harry, Louis and Niall?” Emily enquires, rapidly changing the subject.

“First off, I have absolutely no feelings towards Louis except a brother-sister bond kind of thing.” I say a matter-of-factly.

“But he likes to touch you. In more than a sibling way.”

“He’s Louis. His name practically means sex around the house.” I grumble.

“What about Niall and Harry?”

“See Harry is a complete arse most of the time, but when he’s sweet, he irresistible. I mean a minute I want to freaking strangle him, and the next I just want to cuddle up to him.”

She looks at me strangely for a few seconds, before she starts laughing.

“Okay... What did I say that’s so funny?”

“You practically just quoted a song.” My friend chuckles.

“I did?”

“Yup. Jeese do you get to listen to the radio?”

“Eh weirdly I haven’t heard any music in the house.”


Our heads spin back towards the game as we hear Kyle let out another shout.

“Clearly this sport isn’t for you Tomlinson. You should stick to hitting on as many girls as possible.”

“Shut the fuck up.” The Doncaster boy yells angrily, kicking the ball hard in his direction. Kyle stops it easily.

 “God boys are shit.” Emily mutters. “And you have to deal with five of them. I really don’t know how you do it.”

“Me neither honestly... Let’s just say some days are worse than others.”

There’s a short silence.

“You didn’t say anything about Niall.” Emily points out. “How do you feel about him?”

“I love that boy to bits believe me. He’s adorable and all, but I hurt him. And his emotions’ being wrecked makes things all more difficult.”

“Wait how did you hurt him?”

“I made him start cutting.” I whisper.

She gasps.

“How did you do that?”

“I don’t know I guess because I was cutting, he just started... Emily I just don’t think I’m good enough for him. I don’t deserve that boy. Imagine when all this,” I motion around, “is gonna get to the media? The fans who’ll notice his scarred wrists... They’ll want to fucking kill me.”

The dark-haired girl purses her lips, not quite sure what to say.

“Do you still cut? Like did you cut yesterday after that magazine incident?” She asks after a moment.

“Barely a scratch. Zayn helped me.”

“Well that’s good.”

I sigh, before looking at Louis cry out in victory at the goal he just made. He turns to looks at me, grinning. I give him thumbs up. Kyle stares at Emily and I with a sly face, licking his lips.

“Quit looking at her like that! She’s not meat! I’ll shove a ball up your ass next time I see you even peeking at her!” Louis shouts suddenly, kicking the ball right into Kyle’s goal.

 “So why’d you bring Louis again?”

“He’s fun when he wants to... But he’s really acting weird tonight. I thought it might be because of his break-up since apparently males tend to become another person after they have a break-up. But I think he was just acting possessive though if you say Kyle didn’t stop looking at me.” I huff.

“Wait he broke-up? With who?”

“Uh a girl named Eleanor... I’ve never met her. He broke up because of that whole magazine bullshit... Talking about that would you have a clue about who got it published? Or who was their main source?”

“Nope sorry. Wait Sophie I think maybe...” Emily frowns. “When was the last time you spoke with your cousin?” She asks carefully.

“Well not much since Harry took my phone... She must be worried sick.” I reply grimacing.

“That’s it I’m done!” Louis states angrily.

My gaze heads back to the ‘game’, only to realize Louis is walking towards me furiously.

“Come back Tomlinson! I’ll play fair! And I’ll stop looking at your bird, even though you probably have many others at home!”

“Fuck you!”


My head whips in Emily’s way.

“Don’t you get it?” Emily urges. “Your cousin? Worried?”

“Get wh―” I’m suddenly speechless, placing the pieces together in my mind. Ashley’s the one who spilled the beans. It has to be her. But how did the information get to Ireland, if she’s in London? “Oh my God.”

“Come on Sophie we’re leaving.” Louis says gruffly, taking my arm. “Bye Emily.” He nods, before tugging me away from my friend almost forcefully.

“Don’t I get a goodbye too?” Kyle coos from behind us.

Louis gives him the middle finger, keeping me close to him.

“I’ll fucking kill him. What a dick. Why is your friend even trying to date him? We are never ever doing this again you got me? Never.” Louis fumes as we head to his car.

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