The Wanted Girl

"Sophie love, it's 3pm. You've been in bed all day," Nathan cooed into my ear.

I know he was trying to be sensitive to my current slump.

"I have no reason to get out of bed today. Therefore, I am not moving," I replied, muffling my voice into the musky hotel pillow.

"You need to make some friends. This can't be good for you."

"Friends would involve time. Time in one place. Which I do not have. We're leaving tomorrow for Belfast, then Manchester, then back to London. What's the point," I groaned.

He huffed and walked out of the room, knowing damn well I was right.


Don't get me wrong, I love being with my brother and the boys on tour. It's fun and exciting. I've gotten to see some pretty amazing places and I've grown to love their crew as if they were a second family. But sometimes, I wish I had steady friends. People to call to share this crazy experience with, someone to miss, and someone to miss me when I'm gone. Yes, I know I don't HAVE to be here. But since I didn't take a gap year in between high school and cosmetology school, this was kind of my chance to explore. Apparently being a stylist for The Wanted is a dream job so I should feel "honored to have such opportunities." (My mothers words, not mine) Not to mention I do everyones hair so they call it an "internship" even though I basically do nothing and get paid for it.


My deep thoughts were interrupted by Siva and Nathan jumping up and down on my bed singing Taylor Swift's 22. I play the song over and over again whenever I'm feeling down so I guess this was their rendition.

"UGHH. Leave me alone!" I screamed.

"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I'M FEELIN 22! EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGGHTT IF WE JUST KEEP DANCING LIKE WERE TWENTY TWOOOOOOHOOOHOOOO," they yelled, voices cracking.

"This is totally not the same."

They ignored my attempt to end the madness and continued singing, completely murdering my favorite song, "IT FEELS LIKE THE PERFECT NIGHT, DRESSED UP LIKE HIPSTERS."

"OKAY OKAY I'M UP I'M UP CHRIST," I screamed sitting up in the bed.

"hello my dear how are you this morning? I mean afternoon," Siva laughed at his own joke and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm fine. Just tired," I said, stretching my limbs for the first time in what felt like days.

My brother walked in next, frantically trying to figure out where that horrendous noise came from, "Soph! you're awake. I'm shocked!" he mocked.

"You're such a dick. I don't have to do anything for you all for like four hours so please enlighten me as to why you're in my room, uninvited," Max rolled his eyes and his phone went off.

"This fucking prick," he mumbled under his breath. I sensed the drama and was immediately interested.

"Who who who!!" I squealed. All of the boys looked at me as if I were a typical 15 year old girl. I shot each of them a death glare, "Fuck off, I have nothing interesting going on in my life." Max sat behind me and I leaned into his chest so that i could read whatever he was huffing and puffing about.

@zaynmalik: @MaxTheWanted geek ..

"Haha isn't that a little stupid? It honestly sounds like a flirting gesture to me," I said in between giggles.

"I don't know what his deal is," he mumbled.

"Probably jealous you were hanging out with Usher. I mean come on, I wanna meet usher," I added. I grabbed his phone and tweeted back

@MaxTheWanted that's right gorgeous!

"Really Soph?!" He asked desperately.

"What?! Don't tell me you were just gonna take that!" I complained.

Tom and Jay laughed as I pushed my older, yet obviously more naive brothers buttons. within minutes Zayn responded and I can't lie, I got really excited.

@ZaynMalik: @MaxTheWanted the first step is acceptance #GeekOfTheWeek

To which I replied:

@MaxTheWanted: @ZaynMalik does that mean I'm 'in'?

At this point, all of boys were laying on the bed with us, either huddled over Max and I or stalking the other 1D band members on their phones. But of course, someone always takes things alittle too far. From playful banter to sassy as hell.

@ZaynMalik: @MaxTheWanted I'm not sure why your still talking to me mate conversation ended when I called you a geek.

"OH NO HE DIDN'T!" I screamed. Everyone immediately hovered over the phone.

Tom groaned, "Little fucking prick. They really think they run the world."

I pursed my lips, contemplating my next move. Over the last hour, Max has put his entire twittersphere in his 20 year old sisters hands. Max's Phone buzzed again and I opened the tweet, expecting another tweet from Zayn.

@TomTheWanted: @zaynmalik @maxthewanted I think "1 stripes" got his knickers in a twist bro

I turned around to look at Tom, who was silently laughing at his own joke.

"YOU CHEEKY BASTARD!" I yelled, laughing.

Everyone read the tweet and laughed as well, "See brother dearest, twitter fights are fun!" I smiled.

"Sophia, I have never liked these little twats. This is just icing on the cake. They think their so fucking cool because a bunch of twelve yea-" he was cut off by Toms phone buzzing.

@ZaynMalik: mate if i had a face like yours my hair would be the last thing I'd worry about :)

Tom mocked my teenybopper voice, "OH NO HE DIDN'T!"

I giggled and pet his face, "I still think your pretty!!"

He smiled and kissed my head, "Thanks Sophie. That's all that matters to me!"

I missed this. I miss sitting around with the boys laughing and joking and just hanging out. They're always so busy I never really get to spend quality time with them. "Uh… guys…. we have another boyband member joining the party," Nathan said wearily.

@Louis_Tomlinson: @TomTheWanted pipe down bad boy

"I think they all want their own wanted boy, someone has a crush!!" I squealed, tickling Tom. Max's phone buzzed, ONCE AGAIN, in my hand.

@ZaynMalik: @MaxTheWanted p.s your display just how's how much of a wannabe you are :)

"I would love to beat his face in," Max said, completely serious.

Of course me, the rational one, decided to move to the more important matter. "Do I correct his grammar or get on his singing?" I polled the room.

"SINGING" they replied. Well, I guess it's unanimous.

@MaxTheWanted: @zaynmalik that's not very nice. I was just starting to like you and your RnB hits.

the room erupted in laughter. I just bit my lip, knowing damn well this was about to get vicious. "Funny thing is, they have no idea they're arguing with a 20 year old chick who actually enjoys some of their music," I laughed.

Tom kicked my shoulder lightly, "Hey love, don't say such traumatizing things to me! I'm fragile!" He pouted, covering his heart with his hand.

"Oh wah wah!" I responded.

"Hey, hand me your phone.. I have an idea," I giggled.

Tom of course complied, these boys have way too much trust in me. I googled Zayn Malik and picked the perfect picture of him in a fedora, posting it to twitter.

@TomTheWanted: "Bradford Bad Boi"

But of course, here comes Marcus to ruin the moment.

"Boys, Sophie, leaving in ten. I expect all of you in the lobby and ready," He said.

"Wah Marcus but we were having fun!" Nathan whined.

"Don't care, you now have… 9 minutes and 15 seconds," He said precisely looking at his new g shock we got him for christmas.

I groaned and hopped out of bed, putting together what I could in the now 9 minutes I had left. "Hey Soph, wanna go out to the club with us tonight?" Nathan asked.

Nathan, my brother, the boys, drinking: my kind of night. I was happy to be in their little circle again, I'd missed it.

"Sure" I smiled.

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