The Wanted Girl

All that kept playing in my head was 'Should we be expecting an engagement anytime soon?' I wanted so badly to say yes. All of the glares in the audience. All of the people calling me a whore. Everyone judging me for being a 'serious stylist' going between two 'rival' bands. All of the tweets I've read saying I'm using Louis for fame. Fuck fame. I don't want to be famous. I want to be in love. And I am. I decided to call Brielle and Serena hoping they could cheer me up.

It rang three times before Brielle picked up. I heard her yelling at someone in the background before she answered.

"Hello my little engaged princess! Nice to finally hear from ya!" Cheery as always.

"How'd you know?! That's one of the reasons I was calling!" I whined.

She giggled, "Mr. Styles told me like twenty minutes ago. Congrats babes!"

I smiled, "Thanks. What are you all doing?"

"I'm trying to convince him that he's self absorbed and he's trying to convince me he's perfect."

I laughed, "You at the complex?"

"Yup! Louis' out though.. Dunno where."

"That's fine. Can I come hangout with you guys for a bit? I need some friend time."

"Your house love! See you soon."


I walked into the apartment and Harry and Bri were screaming at eachother. At first, I thought they were really fighting. Then I realized they were playing call of duty and apparently Harry was screen peaking.

"You're an idiot!" She yelled.

"Am not! Sophie tell her I'm not!" He pouted.

I threw my hands up in defeat, "Leave me out of it."

Brielle sensed my weird mood and turned off the television. Harry whined for a moment until she shot him a death glare and he retreated into his shell.

"What's wrong love?" He asked, finally noticing my clear distress.

I sighed and flopped onto the couch, "I don't know. They asked me if we were planning on getting engaged soon. Of course I said no, but the looks I got at just the mention of engagement could have killed. Why does everyone hate the idea of me and Lou so much?"

Brielle came and laid in my lap, "They don't know you Sophie. They definitely don't know your relationship with Louis. You can't listen to people who don't know what they're talking about."

"But it's not just them! It's not just fans. It's not just outsiders. Our families, our friends. Well MY friends. I don't know. I just feel like everyone's against us."

Harry sighed, "Love, you were voted cutest couple of the year. Clearly not everyone hates you."

I felt myself getting hot, "I don't believe people voted for us. We just have an interesting story."

"Well fuck other people. I love you guys, I can see how in love you are. You should be happy right now Soph! This is a great day! Don't let grimy little assboxes ruin it!"

I giggled at her choice of words, "I know. You're right. I've just been letting build up for a long time and I think now it's really hitting me."

Harry smiled, "Well let it all out to us! We all love you and we want you to be happy. Louis hasn't ever been so content with a girl before. Clearly he sees himself spending the rest of his life with you and that says something. So Brielle is right, don't let grimy little ass-whatevers ruin it!"

"Assboxes!" She corrected.

I laughed and stood up, "You're right. Thanks guys."

I walked into Louis' bedroom and opened the velvet box, sliding my beautiful ring back onto my finger. I smiled, admiring how beautiful it was. He did good. I figured it might be time to call my mother and let her know, considering she did give birth to me.

"Mom?" I wasn't freaking out until I heard her answer, but once I heard her voice I couldn't contain my excitement.

"Yes darling?! How are you?" She answered.
"I have big news..." I said, attempting to hold back a scream.
"Sophia you aren't pregnant are you? Because I don't want you pregnant out of wedlock you know that right?"
I giggled at her ironic comment, "I'M ENGAGED!"
I heard the phone drop before some scrambling, "Sweetheart that's so wonderful! Am I the first to know?"
"Yes!" I lie. Sorry but you can't tell your mom literally everyone knows except for her.

"We're having a wedding!" She yelled with excitement.

I stalled.. we hadn't even thought about that yet. Or at least I haven't.
"I'm not sure yet. You should call Johannah because you two will be spending a lot of time together from now on!" I said cheerily.
She scoffed, "And why would that be?"
"Because you two are going to plan the whole thing together!"
I had never been the girl to dream of a wedding. Never even thought of myself in a big white ball gown. DEFINITELY never thought about getting married. It was always 'move up in your career' and 'worry about yourself'. So my 'dream wedding' didn't exist. Why not let my mother and future mother-in-law plan it together and squash their 20 year long feud? Maybe between flowers and glitter, they could bond.

I laid face down on the comforter and smiled, everything was going to be alright. Things were finally in perspective. I was in love, fuck other people. I was happy. Louis was happy.

My phone buzzed and I groaned, "Hello?"

"Sophie?!" Jay said, panicked.

I sat up in bed and felt my heart rate increase, "Jay? What's wrong?"

I couldn't understand anything he was saying. He was in complete disarray, "Jay slow down. I can't understand you."

"It's Nathan and Max..." He said, sobbing.

"What's wrong?!" I screamed.

"They've been in an accident.."

And just like that, my world stopped once again.

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