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...


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51. Secrets

I’m still too shell-shocked to speak, sitting silently in the car as the Doncaster boy starts the engine. Why would Ashley even do that? Without thinking? Without bothering to come here in Ireland? She knew where I lived, and Emily would’ve filled her in. Told her I was safe. She even could’ve contacted Emily by phone. Why didn’t she? I frown, confused. Something isn’t right.

“By the looks of it you didn’t have a good time either, did you?” Louis grumbles, keeping his eyes on the road.

“It wasn’t that bad.” I answer carefully, keeping my thoughts to myself.

“Not bad?! Jesus fuck where were you the whole time? It was absolutely horrible. What wasn’t bad in this rubbish evening?!”

“I caught up a bit with Emily. It’s all I wanted.” I sigh.

“Well if you’re content with your evening, tell it to your face.” The brown-haired boy retorts.

I roll my eyes, and lean on my arm, gazing outside the window, waiting for him to calm down a bit.

“So what do we tell the boys when we arrive?” I ask once I think Louis has blown off some steam. “We tell them we didn’t find any clothing?”

“What are you talking about?!” He snaps. Okay so he’s still a little pissed.

“We told the boys we were going shopping for lingerie remember? And we come back empty handed... So what’s the story?” I remind him softly.

He lets out an exasperated sigh, but doesn’t answer right away. His fingers drum on the steering wheel a couple times, his head turning to look at me every 10 seconds or so.

“Let’s just tell them we changed our minds along the way and just stopped for a coffee to chat, alright?” Louis breathes out finally.

“Okay.” I nod.

We stay quiet for another couple minutes, the only source of sound being the low rumble of the car’s motor. I’m on the verge of falling asleep on my arm when Louis starts talking.

“I’m sorry I ended up pissed okay? It’s just that guy, Kyle... He’s an arse. He’s just so full of himself and a prick and―”

“Louis I get it okay? I don’t think Emily’ll go out with him anyways.” I huff tiredly.

“But why him? I mean, surely she noticed he’s a jerk? At school with all his mates. It must be ten times worst no?”

“For the few times I’ve actually been to school, he doesn’t act the same. You’d think he’s the perfect kid if you just get to see him on school grounds.” I deny, taking a look outside. I see the boys’ mansion nearby.

“But you can tell if someone is a troublemaker.” Louis persists, driving the car up the pathway to the mansion. “You can see behind the mask.” He presses.

 “Not necessarily. People tend to be blinded by appearances. We don’t look deep enough. You scratch the surface and you think you know all about that one person. But you don’t. You for example. We’d talk to you a bit, and think you’re one happy chap, occasionally making sexual innuendos and living every day like it’s the last one.”

“What do you think I am then?” Louis frowns, stopping the car.

“I think you’re passionate about everything you do, whether it’s good or bad. I don’t think you’re always happy, because you’re scared of being yourself around others. You’re scared of what they’ll think of you when they know you have a monstrous side.”

Louis frowns.

“Let’s go to bed yeah? I haven’t had the most pleasant day.” He ends dryly, getting out of the car.

“Well goodnight to you too,” I grumble, also stepping out of the car.

Zayn greets me as I walk past the threshold.

“Had fun?” He enquires, leaning on the doorframe. “Louis told me you changed your plans...”

“I wouldn’t call it fun... more like enlightening.” I sigh. Out of nowhere, Fate’s head pops out of behind a door. Wanting a little affection, I walk over to my cat and grab the bundle of fur lovingly.

“Why was it enlightening? How is coffee even enlightening?” The dark boy frowns. I purse my lips. How would coffee and a little chit chat be enlightening indeed...Stupid Sophie.

“Never mind Zayn.”

“Soph I won’t tell anybody I swear. I’m the secret bearer here anyways,” he winks. I look at him seriously for a moment.

“I just learned new stuff about Louis.” I finally say, partly lying to the Bradford boy. I pet my kitten’s head, yawning. “Hey do you think I could go to my room passing through yours? I just don’t want to wake anybody up and I’m really tired....”

“Sure but just to let you know, no one is asleep.” Zayn states. “Niall’s strumming a few cords in his room, trying to write a new song or something, Harry is just being Harry, sorting stuff out with different people, and Liam is still at the gym room downstairs. We we’re all just waiting for your return I guess.” Zayn explains.

“Why?”

“Just a habit. We don’t sleep before you do.” He shrugs. I shake my head in disbelief, before leading him upstairs and to his room.

“Night Sophie.” He beams as I walk out of his room and into mine.

“Night Zayn.” I return. He shuts his door and I deposit my cat on the floor. Placing my hands on my hips, I look around at the one-sided mirrored walls of my room, my gaze stopping at the one joined to Niall’s room. Should I talk to him?

I bite my lip uncertainly, before deciding otherwise. Maybe another day.

After changing into looser clothes and tying my hair into a bun, I move to my bed with the intention of getting into it but I stop, noticing Padgett.

I cock my head sideways, squinting.

“I should fill you in on the recent stuff yeah?” I say to myself. Walking over to the desk my room possessed, I search around for paper and some pencils. Barely a minute after, I’m sitting down on the chair, hastily writing down the events that made me happy when with the boys on one of the sheets I had found.

There are so many...

I write everything, from the moment Zayn admitted he had helped me escape two years ago, to Niall’s smile a few hours ago; when he learned I’d go shopping with him. Niall. How was I going to break his heart? And when? Would I really even do it? Should I―

“What are you doing love?”

I jump, my pen flying out of my hand.

The older boy bends down to pick it up, handing it to me.

“Jesus Harry you scared me.” I gasp, feeling my heart thumping loudly.

“Sorry.” He chuckles, bending down to kiss the side of my neck. “So what is it you’re doing, so late in the night?” He asks, bending down to look at the sheets of paper.

I cover them with my arms.

“Writing.” I answer truthfully.

“Oh really? I thought you we’re baking a cake.”  

I roll my eyes, and stand up facing him, still keeping my sheets hidden behind me.

“Harry I need to go to sleep. I don’t want your sarcasm right now.” I tell him, looking at his almost naked form up and down, pyjama pants being the only article of clothing he had on.

“Like you said, you need to go to sleep... So why are you writing and what are you writing that needs to stay invisible to my eyes?” The curly-haired boy probes, crossing his arms over his naked torso.

“I just thought I needed to update Padgett a bit. So I wrote a few good memories down. That’s all I did.”

“And you don’t want me to see them because...?”

“It’s called privacy. I’m allowed not to want to share everything with you, am I not? I think I’ve shared a lot already at the hospital a couple days ago, don’t you think?”

He grimaces.

“I don’t know. I shouldn’t let you hide things from me. Maybe you’re lying to me and you actually planned out an escape or something.”

“So you don’t trust me?” I mock hurt.

“Should I?”

“Just look then.” I shut my eyes in exasperation, motioning the papers.

Next thing I know, his soft lips are pressed against mine into a tender kiss. His hands carefully place themselves on my hips, and he pulls me a little closer to him doing so. The contact ends too early for my taste.

I open my eyes in surprise, and I’m met with his forest green orbs.

“Of course I trust you Soph.” He whispers. “Be careful with that trust okay?”

I smile and nod, my heart skipping a beat.

“Hey do you think I could maybe sleep with you tonight?” He asks softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I got a little lonely during your absence and I’m feeling cuddly...”

“Can you tell me something first though?”

“What is it?”

“What have you done with my phone? Have you been reading my texts or answering my calls or―”

“Honestly, it’s been a while since I’ve snooped in your stuff. Your phone is in one of my drawers. I shut it off after a while, your texts driving me nuts.” Harry admits. “But why would you wanna know that? Why would you want your phone back?” He frowns

“For no particular reason.” I yawn again. “Yeah I’m really tired. I need to sleep.”

With no warning, he sweeps me off my feet and carries me into my bed, tucking me in before also sliding inside the sheets. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

“Harry you’re strangling me,” I giggle.

“No I’m keeping you warm,” He mumbles. “December is coming and you know what that means? Colder weather. And it also means you’ll be getting your cast off soon, no?”

“I think so yeah.” I agree.

“Well I know so. I called the hospital today... They said you could come around in about two to three weeks and they’d take it off. So you’ll be cast-free for the little vacation I planned for all of us.” He sighs, nuzzling in my neck. “Hopefully that damned magazine will be non-existent too.”

“I really think it will Harry.” I say truthfully. I just need to contact Ashley. “You know what else December holds?” I add after a minute of thinking.

“What?”

“Our 24 hours.”

“Really? When?” He whispers, happiness lacing his words.

“The day after I get my cast-off yeah?”

“Yes that’d be great!” He half-shouts.

“Shhh! You’ll wake everybody up Harold!” I scold, kicking him under the covers.

“I don’t care.” He hugs me even tighter than before. “I have a feeling December will be perfect.” He mumbles, kissing my neck once more. Hopefully it’ll be.

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