The Wanted Girl

Sophia's POV:
Niall slumped into the chair and I chugged down the last of Hazza's 'Miracle Drunk-No-More' potion that he forced Brielle and I to drink. Apparently I was 'out-of-control' and Brielle 'needed to get it together'. Harry just likes to play mother duck, that's what I had chalked it up to.

"You alright love?" I asked, blowdrying his hair.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel bad."

I pouted, "Awe. Why?"

"Management is all excited that for the first time EVER, we're all single. But I don't want to be single. I want to be with Serena."

I nodded, "I'm sorry. But who cares, you know? You can still be with her but not tell anyone. It's not like your being forced to date anyone."

He laughed, "Actually, we are. Starting next week we'll all be set up on random dates, minus Zayn and Louis until further notice. Two weeks from now we'll be auctioned off like bait for charity. The wonderful life of a popstar."

"Auctioned off?"

"Yup! We'll have fans or whatever bid on a date with each of us. It's apparently for cancer research so we of course had to agree. I mean why can't we just be single? Isn't that what the fans want?" He whined.

I put the final touched of gel in his hair and smiled, tapping his shoulder, "No love. Management wants you to date A listers. They want to pull the fans around making you seem more unattainable than you already are."

He groaned, "I'll send Zayn in."

Zayn walked in and sat in the chair, "Hello my love. How are you feeling?"

I shrugged, "I'm alright. Tired, confused, slightly drunk."

"Ended your almost marriage today. Can't imagine you feeling anything but the first two. It'll get better, I promise."

I smiled, "I know it will. I'm just not sure if this is the right thing to do, you know? I've been making decisions without thinking so often lately, I'm ruining all of the good in my life. I need to slow the fuck down."

"Yeah I understand. We all just want you to be happy. I just don't like what you two do to eachother. You end up a love sick puppy and he turns into a jealous weirdo. It's strange." He giggled.

I laughed along with him, "I don't know what you're talking about on my end. I see the jealousy but I have NEVER been lovesick!"

He sat up straight and cleared his throat, "Oh Louis Tomlinson? I could talk about him all day!"

He began laughing uncontrollably at his impression of me at my interview and I smacked him playfully.

"I'm gonna shave your head Malik! Now get out of my chair!"

He screamed and ran out of the room, laughing.

Louis walked in next, not making eye contact with me. I took the hand towel and tousled his hair. I brushed my fingers over his scalp and he shifted, visibly uncomfortable. It was too normal, too second nature. It was his favorite thing that I did, scratching his head. I looked into the mirror and I saw him looking at me, sadness filling his eyes. He stared blankly before finally blinking, letting a tear escape. I looked away quickly, trying to avert my gaze from his. I reached over him to grab the blowdryer, but he caught my wrist with his hand.

"Lou.." I whispered, wincing at his touch.

"I'm not giving up on us Sophia. I will never give up on us."

I shook my head, "We're no good for eachother."

He stood up and lightly touched my chin, pulling my face towards his. I wanted to pull away. I wanted to back up. But I couldn't. I just stood there, frozen, putty in his hands.

"We're no good together for anyone else. But this isn't about them. Maybe the engagement was too soon. If that's the case then I'm so sorry. But this is about us. This is about our love. Please let me prove it to you that I can be better."

I shook my head, unable to speak.

"Fine. Just watch our show tonight. You've never seen me sing. I just want you to see me sing one time. One concert, that's all I'm asking for."

I took a deep, staggered breath, "Okay."

"Okay?" He said, wide eyed.

"Yes. Jesus Lou, FINE. Now sit down and let me do your fucking hair!" I snapped.

He laughed and sat back in the chair, "Yes master."


I found Brielle standing backstage, touching up the boys makeup. I walked past them and sat next to the bass, right where I would sit at The Wanted concerts. Venue security walked over to me, glaring.

"Miss you can't sit here." The taller one said.

I stood up and groaned, "Why the hell not."

The shorter man grinned, "Because this is for authorized personnel only."

Louis walked over and put his arm around my waist, kissing my shoulder, "She's my bird. She can sit wherever she wants. Including right here. What you should be asking is whether of not she needs a pillow or a neck rub or something."

Their eyes went wide, "I'm so sorry Mr. Tomlinson. Our apologizes ma'am."

I nodded and they walked away. Louis removed his arm from me and I gave him a small smile, "Thanks."

He shrugged, "You watch every show from the same spot. Your hundreds of miles from home, least I can do is make you more comfortable. I know we're not 'The Wanted' and I'm not Nathan Sykes, but I do what you to feel like this is where you belong Soph."

I stood there, silent. He turned to walk away and I finally found my vocal cords again, "Louis, wait."

He turned his head and I pulled him into a hug, "Go get em tiger."

He grinned and took my hand, kissing it softly, "Thank you Sophia George."

I smiled, "Anything for you, Louis Tomlinson."

Notes

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