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...


40. Taunting

I was sitting in the living room with Fate on my knees, caressing her head as I watched with absolutely no interest Niall and Harry arguing over me. Louis and Liam had gone upstairs to their room, and Zayn had taken a stroll outside. But Niall and Harry had both decided to follow me to the living room. And things were starting to get heated.

We had come back from the hospital only a few minutes ago, stopping by the pharmacy to buy Niall’s daily medication, and already Niall and Harry weren’t okay with each other. And clearly it was wearing Niall out physically and mentally. Dr. Martins had given some instructions to Niall saying he needed to get a lot of rest in order for him to get his broken ribs fixed as quickly as possible.

During the car ride, I concluded that both Niall and Harry were attaching. So to make things easier for me, I’ll have to make one meaner. I have to make one break me so hard that I’ll hate him. Question is which one?

“Harry you’ve only shown your tender side recently! It’s normal for her to want to be more with me! S’not like we’re getting married!”

“But I’ve done so many things for her! Some you don’t even know about! I’ve freaking changed lots of my habits!”

Their banter continues, and I come to the decision that Niall is the one who wouldn’t survive my denial.

“We share more things together!”

“Relationships are better if they complete each other!”

I finally decide to intervene, my heart pounding wildly in my head at the realisation of what I’m about to do to Harry.

“Boys just shut it will you?! Niall you should rest and Harry for fuck’s sake get over it! I made out with Niall, big deal!” I burst, standing up angrily, making my cat scurry away frightened. “I don’t fucking belong to you! As far as I know, I’m supposed to be shared between all of you, you egoistic prick!” I keep my firm demeanour as Harry’s features scream angry.

“You don’t get to speak to me like that!” He snaps, clenching his hands into fists, knuckles turning white rapidly.

“I get to speak however I fucking want Styles!” I retort, keeping up with my game.

“What’s the fuss all about?” Liam joins us in the living room, confused.


“Go in my room Sophie.” Harry orders, cutting off Niall’s warning. I stay perfectly still, challenging the curly-haired boy.  Liam rapidly restrains Niall from placing himself between Harry and I. If Harry decided to lunge, which he probably could as steam was about to blow out his nostrils, Niall’s ribs would suffer from the impact and he could probably puncture a lung.

“Go fucking upstairs now!” Harry hollers, suddenly towering over me.


“Make me!” I yell back, also interrupting Niall’s protests. “You are not my dad! I’m a grown adult you don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“You asked for it. You’ll be yelling my name by the time I’m done with you!” He says darkly, before swinging me over his shoulder. “I’m sick and tired of your behaviour!” Harry storms as he takes me upstairs. I barely have the time to see Niall fighting against Liam that Harry is almost already upstairs, mounting three steps at a time. “I try to talk to you! I try to fix things between us! But you keep making me mad! You want me to get angry! You want me to be the fucking bad guy! Am I right? You like to see how far you can push me huh?! Why do you keep testing me?!” Harry opens his room door and throws me on his bed. I flinch at the brutal landing, and again as he slams the door shut and locks it from the inside. “I don't even know what to do anymore to make you understand! You want me to fucking punish you!” He exclaims, pulling his hair as he walks circles in his bedroom. “I don't know what to do to make you understand!” The British boy repeats, before stopping glaring at me. “You’re to stay in my room until I come back.” He decides finally.

“No way. I’m going to my room. Your room smells like you.” I shake my head, standing up. He pushes me back down menacingly.

“You are not going to leave MY room. You’re... grounded. And you’ll be staying here until I decide otherwise.”

“That’s all? I’m fucking grounded?! You can’t do that!”

“You wanted me to hurt you right? Do what I always do? Well tell you what; I’ll do what you hate most. I’m leaving you alone in here.” He finishes, pulling back. “If you dare try something cheeky; I’m starving you for the rest of the day.”

“I already ate supper. With Niall remember?” I smirk.

“Then who says you’ll be allowed to eat breakfast?”

“Harry fucking Styles!”

He walks over to the door connecting with my room and opens it, plays with the doorknob a bit before turning back around and walking out his own room. What the fuck just happened? Why would he have put locks that can keep him locked up in his room? That doesn’t make sense!

I stand up, wriggling the handle of the door that lead to my room, and the one that led to the hallway, finding them both locked. Bloody hell this house is madness. The doors can lock both ways apparently.

I huff. Well this did not go as planned. I wasn’t supposed to be trapped in his room. I was supposed to anger him enough so he’d lose control and then we would’ve had rough sex and I’d hate him a little more.  Then after the sex, I would’ve gone to bed in my own room with my cat and Padgett. And then slowly my hate for Harry would grow and my feelings for him would become history...Ugh why does Harry have to control himself now?!

“Harry someone needs to take care of Fate!” I yell suddenly, pounding my fists on the door. “I need to take care of my cat Harold!” I try convincing him to let me go.

“Don’t worry; your pussy is in good hands!” He shouts back from somewhere in the hallway. I’m almost certain he was sat just beside the door, leaning on the wall.

“You fuckin’ asshole! Don’t touch my cat!”

“It’s either that or I’m letting it starve!”

“Let Zayn take care of it!”

“Or nobody!”

“Fucking ass!”

He doesn’t reply.

“Harry!” I holler angrily. I’m once again met with no response. Maybe he left.... “HARRRYYYY!!!!”

“Told you you’d be yelling my name!” Bastard’s just on the other side of the wall.

“You fucking smartass!” I fume. “Harry I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You can’t, were not in the same room!” He sing-songs, taunting me. “Now stop yelling, you’re giving me a headache love. Find something else to do to pass time.”

“You have nothing in your room except a fucking big bed and an ugly dresser!”

 “You can pleasure yourself on my bed, I don’t mind.”

“Cocky prick! And if I do indeed do that, it’ll be Niall’s name on my lips!” I try to provoke him again.

“Then watch my gorgeous room furniture or something. Just stop your incessant screeching, woman.”

Fine. I’ll watch your ‛gorgeous’ furniture get destroyed. I take long strides towards his drawers, pulling out all of its contents and throwing them on the floor. I tear the sheets off his bed, and shove the pillows away also sprawling them on the floor. The only thing left of his bed was his mattress.

Now for the big finale...

I walk up to his now empty dresser, pull out all of the drawers and push the piece of furniture on the floor. It falls down loudly, the noise of wood splitting resonating through the room. I smile at the broken dresser, satisfied.

Harry bursts inside the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He explodes, finally snapping. He pushes me on the mattress, his body heat suffocating me. “Why do you keep doing this to me? Why do you want me to hurt you? Why do you want to hate me for fucks sake?” He bombards, shaking me. His voice suddenly lowers to a hush. “And most of all, why do you react like this, after what I admitted to you at the hospital?” He whispers brokenly. “Why didn’t you tell me you heard every single fucking word!” he snaps, his anger returning as quickly as it had left.

“I-I-I wait what?” I blabber, not understanding.

“Why did you want me to hear it from Louis?!” He presses himself harder against me.

“What?! When?”

“Just now in the hallway.”

“He wasn’t supposed to tell you yet!” I reply, pushing him away.

He doesn’t budge, eyes hard. “Yet? So you were willing to make me wait?”

“Louis had given me until weekend to tell you! I was going to tell you Harry I swear! It’s his fault! That bastard―”

“DO NOT BLAME THIS ON LOUIS!” The curly-haired boy booms and I flinch. “You were actually going to make me wait?!”

“Harry I didn’t even know how to approach the subject, because I knew you’d react like this! You make a big deal out of small things!”

“You keep throwing things around like they are worth nothing! I’ve made my feelings towards you pretty clear that night, but you don’t care!”

“Yeah well if I remember correctly, you did say you didn’t want me to be with you right? You wanted me to be with Niall! That’s what I’m fucking doing! You also said you cared about Niall, but apparently not as you two males are practically doing nothing but fighting for me since we came back from the hospital! So because Niall didn’t try to kill himself, because he survived, you can keep me all to yourself? No!”

“Shut up! I care for Niall!”

“No Harry―”

“I said shut up!”

Next thing I know, my left cheek is thumping, his hand leaving a painful sting.

“You’re the one who’s fucking everything up!” Harry yells. “Every single problem between me and the boys is because of you!”

“You slapped me.” I utter, taken aback.

Harry backs away from me, also momentarily stunned of his action.

“You think you control us. Well I’ve got news for you Sophie, you fucking don’t. I still have full authority over you and it doesn’t seem like talking to you about it, being nice and all, makes you understand that!”

“Harry you slapped me...” I place my hand on my cheek and rub it softly, trying to dull the throb and lessen the sting. I’m on the brim of tears. Never had one of the boys slapped me. Never. “You really slapped me...”

“I’m fucking tired of being ignored!” he shouts, taking his head into his hands as he shut his eyes. “That’s it. I’m done with being the fucking nice Harry. I’m giving you over to Louis.” He declares, coming back over to me. He grabs my good wrist, wrenching me toward him harshly. “It’s been a while since he wanted to play with you but I prevented him to because I decided to care about you! Apparently my worst mistake because you don’t even wanna care about us!” He lifts me up, throwing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. He walks out his destroyed room and into the corridor to Louis’s room.

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