
The Wanted Girl
Chapter Forty-Eight
"Well you sound like a fucking mess!" Max said, giggling into the phone.
"Oh shut up Max. You haven't had a girlfriend since highschool!"
"Lindsay Lohan wants to go on a date with me!" He sung.
"She's like, a drug addict!"
"So what?! Louis' gay! I never said anything about that." I could hear him smiling through the phone.
"Hanging up now!"
"Soph wait! Don't be a drama queen. I'm sorry! I just want you to be happy. Like you were engaged, doing interviews about how happy you were, being all lovey dovey.. then out of left field you broke it off and now you're single? Forgive me for not being able to keep up."
I sighed, "I know. I don't know how this happened either."
"I can tell ya why." He said nonchalantly.
"Please Max, enlighten me." I said sarcastically.
"You got caught up in being in love. You've never been in love before. You had the guy, the engagement, the chance to play princess.. So you did. But come on love, that's not you. You don't go around telling people how perfect he is and how happy you are. It's all in your head. You weren't in love, you were just... bored?"
I scoffed, "If I wasn't in love then why the hell did you give him your blessing?!"
"He would have done it anyway! I couldn't push you two any closer. So mom told me to give it to him."
"Wait! Mom KNEW?!"
He giggled, "Yup! She did indeed."
"Little bitch." I mumbled.
"Sophia!" He warned.
"Oh wah wah! Colorful language. Suck a dick! I have to go and do boy band hair, call me later?"
"Loooove you!" He sung.
"Love you too Maxie-pad."
I figured it was time to text Bri and let her know that my life had unravelled at the seams.
To: Brielle Coxen
Broke off the engagement.. wanna get drunk?
From: Brielle Coxen
Nothing like a broken heart to make drinking at 2 pm acceptable, I'll be over with the whiskey and coke in 30!
To: Brielle Coxen
30? well shit I might have to raid the mini fridge and start without you.
Right on cue, 30 minutes later, Brielle was at the door with whiskey, coke, and a joint.
"My savior!" I said, greedily holding my hands out in front of me.
"Ah ah ah! Story first, weed later." She poured me a drink and handed it over to me.
I took a big sip and immediately relaxed, "I mean, you called it. Zayn's in love with me. Louis' in love with me. I guess Nathan's in love with me. How the fuck did this happen?"
She clinked her glass with mine, "So are they. That's why they love ya so much."
"That doesn't make any sense." I mumbled, taking another sip.
"Of course it doesn't. You're like the unattainable for the unattainable. They want what they can't have. Nathan can't have you because of Max. Louis can't have you because of The Wanted. Zayn can't have you because of Louis. It's a viscous cycle."
I rolled my eyes, "So without that, I wouldn't have a chance with any of them?"
She scoffed, downing a shot, "Not what I said. It just makes the draw much stronger. The question is, who do you want that you can't have?"
I thought about it for a moment, who do I want? I have no idea.
"There's no one I want."
She giggled, "It's not a matter of finding one person. It's a matter of choosing. You have lots of options my dear, just gotta decide which is best for you."
I snorted, "Very philanthropic of you Bri. When did you turn into a friendly, advice giving, angel?"
She finished her drink and laid back on the bed, lighting her joint and taking a puff, "When I got twisted in a hotel with my best friend, duh."
I took the j from her hand and grinned, "Touché. So how do I find this perfect guy? Because all three of those aren't options."
"Liam Payne?" she said innocently.
I began laughing so hard I started coughing, "Yessss so perfect! Liam is my new prey. Great idea."
I went on telling her the entire story, getting more and more hammered as I went along.
"So what are you going to do about this Holly character?" She asked, totally stoned.
"Absolutely nothing. What can I do? He isn't mine anymore."
She shrugged, "You're right I guess. Doesn't mean she should have him."
I scoffed, "Louis and her would never get along."
Holly has always been all glam and no substance. She's gorgeous rich and totally fucking stupid. She's got no brain, no personality, and no fucking sense. So dating her would do nothing but make him dumber and make me look better.
"When's sexy highschool boy toy coming to meet us?" She asked.
"Two weeks, we'll be in LA." I responded.
"Mmmm he is cute as a button. What about him? He's a winner. Rich, sexy, successful, ivy leaguer, good family, your brother likes him, your mom likes him-"
I cut her off, "You're giving me a head ache. Connor's amazing. But he's CONNOR. He could have every amazing thing going for him but he's always going to end up friendzoned. Simple as that."
"You're like a brickwall. 'Friendzoning' some of the hottest men on the face of the planet. I literally hate you." She whined.
"Oh shut up you brat! You're shagging Harry fucking Styles! You act like you're stuck with a bunch of fives and you're fucking a god damn TEN!" I screamed, dying of laughter.
Bri snorted, "He's a ten, definitely. But the kids a love sick puppy. He actually tells me to 'love him' four times a day. I gave him a spray tan yesterday and he complained that I didn't smile enough spraying his abs. I'm frightened to see where this would go if we were sleeping together."
I giggled, "Harry's an obsessive boyfriend!!! I knew it!!"
"Oh my GOD Sophie, stop! If he heard us saying this he would freak out."
"That's what makes it funny." I retorted
Someone started knocking relentlessly on the door and I groaned, "Who is it!"
"It's me and Haz! Open up!" Niall screamed.
I opened the door and their eyes went wide, "Are you two drunk?!"
"And stoned?!" Harry added, laughing.
Brielle giggled, "We prefer hot and bothered."
"Well get it together, we have a concert to prepare for so we need your services, like now."
Here we go, first concert of many. Time to do my ex fiancés hair. Fucking fabulous.
Update!!!
3/17/15