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...


24. Needles

“If I can’t go, can someone go with him?” I query, getting slightly worried. Niall wouldn’t have rejected my company without having a twisted intention on the back of his head...Oh no. “Guys, one of you will have to go with Niall.” I state, realisation dawning on me. I used to do that all the time... Isolate myself to go cut.

“Why?” Liam enquires, crossing his arms. “He can take care of himself.”

“No, I don’t think he can.... You won’t understand... Zayn can you go?” I plea.

A flicker of understanding sparks into the darker boy’s amber eyes. He nods and rushes inside to find Niall.

“What was that about?” Harry questions, looking at me very seriously. “Why are you so worried about Niall?”

“Niall needs me alright?”

“Technically, we all need you,” Louis counters.

“I know! But it’s deeper with Niall!” I spew.

“I really like how what you just said has a double meaning.” Louis remarks.

“Never mind! You wouldn’t understand anyways! Every single one of your fucking thoughts are about sex! All of you!” I storm, tagging along behind Zayn and Niall. Tears of anger blur my vision as I run up the patio, clutching Fate tightly to my chest. Harry, Louis and Liam only decide to follow me once I’m in the house, muttering something about hormones and sleep.

I run straight through the rooms, not paying any attention to my surroundings. I have to get to Niall. I have to make sure he’s okay. I have to get to Niall. It’s a repeating mantra in my head. I have to get to Niall. I have to make sure he’s okay. I have to get―

I yell in protest as arms wrap themselves around my waist. I drop Fate on the ground and I keep fighting whoever’s holding me as she scurries to hide in a corner.

“Calm down and I’ll let you go,” Liam mumbles in my ear.

“No! You don’t understand!” I protest, hitting his arms. To my surprise, he lets go of me, but he’s rapidly replaced by Harry and Louis, who each grab one of my arms.

“Liam, grab Fate and bring her upstairs. And then get the stuff ready. We’ll be up in a few.” Harry instructs, before talking to me. “Soph calm down. Niall will be fine I promise.” I don’t look at him, my eyes fixed on Liam as he picks Fate up carefully and heads upstairs.

At that exact moment, Harry’s phone beeps. He reaches in his pocket with his left hand, keeping me in a tight grip with his right. He smiles and shows it to me.


Hazz show this to Soph.

I’m with Niall upstairs and everything is perfectly fine.



My breathing slows, and I relax a little in the boy’s grasp

“See? So I don’t know why you freaked out, but everything is perfectly fine.” Harry sighs, placing his phone back into his pocket. “But something you said though, during that little fit, ticked me off. And I just found out the perfect punishment for your self-harming and missing detention.”

I start freaking out again.

“No please Harry I don’t want to... Please I’m tired of all of this! All this physical abuse is tearing me apart!” I complain, struggling in their arms.

“Nobody said anything about physical abuse.” Louis replies.

“Right. No this time Soph... It’s all gonna be of your own making.” Harry agrees. “So we’re gonna take you to bed, and you’ll be able to tell us all about your little experience tomorrow morning.” Harry says, pulling me to where I guessed was my room.

“No! I didn’t even eat supper yet! It’s barely the end of the afternoon! I don’t have to go to sleep! I don’t even have school tomorrow!” I object, thrashing against their grips.

“You won’t even have to eat. We’ll just give you food through the needle.”

“No! No please!” I start sobbing, letting myself go weak. “I’m sorry I said anything! Okay I didn’t mean to upset you or tick you off! Or anything bad I did I’m sorry! Please Harry please!”

“You’re just saying that because you’re now aware of the consequences.” Harry shakes his head as he and Louis try their best to bring me upstairs. They take me through Louis room, and then through mine. They place me on the bed.

As soon as they let go of me, I jump off, only to be held back down.

“Liam I really hope you prepared the stuff!” Louis says between clenched teeth as he battles to keep me down.

“Yeah I did! So are we gonna feed her through that too?” Liam’s deep voice questions from somewhere in my room.

“Yes. And put her to sleep too.” Harry replies. “Soph stop moving... You’re making this ten times worst. Why are you flipping out? Niall’s fine.” He says softly.

“I don’t want you to needle me! Don’t do this!” I beg, suddenly clutching Harry’s shirt.

“Louis, hold her arm out,” Harry commands lowly as he warps his arms around my waist, hugging me to him. “Shhh princess everything is going to be fine... You’re okay Sophie shhh calm down...” He whispers.

I resist at first, but then Harry nuzzles into my neck, and starts butterfly kissing different spots. Weirdly, it calms me down, and I let Louis take my right arm and apply some disinfectant on the upper part of it.

“Harry no please get that away from me. I don’t wanna die.” I groan, as he sucks a sweet spot. The curly-haired boy chuckles on my skin.

“Love, we’re not gonna kill you. We’d never do that.” He coos. “We’re only adding some hormones into your system.”

My stiff reply must’ve told him what I was thinking because he continues.

“They aren’t permanent.” He reassures as Liam and Louis talk lowly near us. “The hormones will increase arousal when you sleep. And I’ve decided to use these ones on you, because you said we only thought about sex. So you’re gonna be the one, dreaming about that. And we’ll see tomorrow morning, if you’ll resist to your cravings, even if you’re on your period. Think of it as a week long experience.”

“The whole week?! No please Harry.... I’ll kiss you if you don’t do this.” I say, silent tears sliding down my cheeks. He kisses them away. I was such at a vulnerable state, and I hated it. It made me cry harder. Where were the walls I built during two years? They crumbled? Just like that? A simple blink of an eye? No...

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about what you say...” Harry mumbles into my hair, pressing another kiss on the side of my neck.

I feel the needle piercing my skin and I flinch, hugging Harry tighter. He caresses my hair and kisses the top of my head, whispering sweet nothings as Liam or Louis, I don’t know which one, emptied the contents of the syringe into my bloodstream. The effects start almost immediately, my grip on reality fading quickly.

“Night, kitten.”

And just like that, I’m out in Harry’s arms with tear-stained cheeks for the second time in less than 24 hours.


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