Sophia's POV-
I'm totally not used to the complex being so quiet, unless the boys are working. But tonight, everyone's out without me. Niall and Serena went on a date. Harry and Brielle went on a 'not-a-date-date' as she calls it. Zayn and Liam went to see their little aussie friends who they took on tour last year. And Louis? He had "man time" WITH MY GOD DAMN BROTHER. Little fuckers. They said it's because 'it's good for press' and 'they're doing it for me' but I didn't believe it for a second. They actually liked eachother and just didn't want to admit it.

So there I was, the day before my one year anniversary with Lou, stuck at the boys. Bored. I decided to call my Wanted babies and see if they were out and about.

"Nathan?" I said, listening to the obnoxiously loud music in the background.

"SOPHIE!" He yelled.

"What're you doing mate? Wanna hangout?" I asked.

"Come to Fellows! I'm with Tom and we're drinking, it's live music night it'll be fun and we miss you!" He begged.

I grinned, Fellows is one of my favorite bars and live music night is always the best.

"I'll be there in 20! You better have a jack and coke waiting for me!"

I left a note for the boys before leaving

"Went out with Nathan and Tom,
not sure when I'll be back.
Don't wait up!
xx Sophie"

I walked into Fellows and recognized most of the locals. This was our favorite place to go before the tour and we pretty much knew everyone there. The walls were dingy, the place smelt of musky man and beer, and it was perfect. Not over the top, no where fans would bother to find them, it was like our own alternate universe. Where the boys were just the boys, not The Wanted. I'd thought of bringing the 1D boys a couple of times, but I hadn't had the chance.

I saw Tom talking to Mrs Kelly, the owner and ran over to them.

"MRS KELLY!" I squealed.

She screamed and held my face, trying to figure out if I was really there, "Oh my gosh Sophia you doll I've missed you! How are you! Are the boys taking good care of you?"

I smiled and grabbed onto Tom's waist, "Yes they are."

Tom chimed in, "Sophie got a boyfriend."

Mrs. Kelly's face lit up, "Did she now?! Did Nathan finally get up the courage to ask you out?"

My heart sank a little. Because no, he didn't. Well he kind of did. But, at that point it was too late. I looked over at Nathan who was laughing with the manager, Ben.

"No it's not Nathan, his name is Louis." I said, smiling.

"Well I'm very happy for you, I bet he's LOVELY! Can I get you something to drink dear?"

"A jack and Coke would be amazing, thanks."

---

Brielle's POV-
You would think that being on a 'date' with an international popstar would be the most amazing thing on the planet. Well, I'd disagree. I wore heels, so my feet were killing me. The amount of obscenities people screamed at your was unbelievable. Harry was awkward. The waitress STARES at your date, then glares at you. It's wonderful, really.

No offense to the nice guys of the world, because chivalry is wonderful. But when you treat me like I'm incapable of doing anything on my own, it's slightly annoying. Like please don't order my dinner (which harry did) just because you've been here and I haven't. What if I don't like it? Then it's your fault, not my own.

"So Brielle, you don't like me very much. Do you?" He asked, stuffing his face.

"Talking with your mouth full? So you ARE human!" I said, pretending to be surprised.

He rolled his eyes playfully, "I've told you I'm a normal guy. I just have an abnormal job."

"Harry that's not what I meant. I understand you're a popstar. This isn't an interview. It's a..." I almost said date. But I stopped myself. Because this was not a date.

"A date?" He asked, grinning.

"No! This is one guy who likes a girl trying to convince a girl that he's not as bad as the world makes him out to be. And you acting like my knight and shining armor isn't helping honestly."

"Why not?" He looked so puzzled.

"Because Harry. If everyone acts like you're some womanizer and you have a history like that, then you come here and act like the most perfect guy on the planet? What am I supposed to think? It seems like you're trying to convince me you're perfect."

"I'm not perfect."

"I'm aware." I responded.

"Well fine, ask me anything you want. Make it good, I'll answer honestly. No BS interview answers."

I smiled, "Okay. How many girls have you slept with since being on the x factor."

"18."

"Okay. What do you look for in a girl? I swear to God if you say 'someone who's nice and funny' I'll fucking kill you."

I wasn't kidding. Well maybe I wouldn't kill him, but I'd definitely leave.

"My opposite. Someone who's strong willed, caring, funny, has their own life. I want a girl who's not gonna put up with my shit just because I'm 'Harry Styles'. Like there's some sort of sign on me that says 'Do whatever I say because I'm famous and that's why you want me'. I don't know. That sounds conceited, but I want someone who isn't going to stay with me just because of my fame. I'd like to get dumped every once and a while."

I laughed a little, "You've never been dumped?"

He shook his head, "I've had girls ignore me until I called and dumped them. But I've never had a girl break up with me."

I pretended to be shocked, "You poor thing! It must be so hard being you."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm serious! I cheated on one girl for a year straight and she KNEW and she never broke up with me. She just said 'we can work through it' time and time again! She wasn't a pansy either. She was a HUGE bitch! I just wish people would treat me like a normal person."

I smiled, "Well you said this was a date right?"

"If that's okay with you.."

"Well congratulations, this can be your first time getting dumped during dinner."

I stood up and grabbed my bag, "See you."

He looked shocked, "You're not really leaving are you?"

"Oh but I am. This can be good practice! If you want me, you'll have to work for me."

He just sat there, dumbfounded. It was easily the highlight of my year so far. Harry Styles, you've met your match.

Notes