The Wanted Girl

Louis' POV:
Between the pictures of Holly and I, the kiss between Zayn and Sophia, and Sophia going back to London, our breakup had been publicized unlike anything else. I guess I did start it when I spoke about her at the concert, but I was still sick of talking about it. I made it clear to management that I didn't want her brought up in interviews anymore and I was hoping people would stop asking what happened and move on.

I walked out of my hotel room and down to the lobby where I met with my body guards. The other boys were staying at a separate hotel to 'avoid mobbing' but really, I just didn't want to be around Zayn right now and everyone agreed it would be for the best to separate us as much as possible for the time being.

"Ready Lou?" He asked.

I nodded numbly and walked into the heard of fans and paps.

"How are you and Sophia?! Or wait, should I go and ask Zayn?" One screamed.

I turned and scoffed, "How are you and your girlfriend?"

"I'm single," He said back.

I laughed, "Girls probably think you're as much of an arse as I do."

My bodyguards yanked me into the car and slammed the door behind me. I'd like to say I was sorry but I'm not. Paps say something to get a rise out of you and I got to be an arse and he got to feed his family with that so it was a win/win. I wasn't letting Zayn get the satisfaction of having Sophia think that I don't give a damn about her.

Brielle's POV:

I called Serena, hoping to figure out where the hell she's been. I've been attempting to get in touch with her for weeks and she's been dodging my calls left and right. Niall said he's spoken to her more since he told her he'd be coming home in a week for a few days. But it all sounded so unlike her. I knew she hated being alone but I also knew that The Wanted boys were taking care of her.

"S?" I asked, hearing loud music in the background.

"Bri!" She squealed.

I giggled, "Hi chum. What're ya up to?"

"Oh you know, just out and about. Heard you're coming home?"

I sighed, "I'm not actually. Harry and I are going on holiday to bermuda on break. But I heard you're coming to visit over spring break yeah?"

"If all goes well when I talk to Niall then of course!"

I backtracked… If all goes well? Why wouldn't it?

"Why wouldn't it go well?"

She stammered, "I uh… I'm not even sure what I meant by that."

"Serena… what's going on." I demanded.

"Nothing Brielle, stop worrying. Everything's fine. It's just been awhile since we've seen each other and we barely speak cause he's so busy so-"

I cut her off, "Serena, he calls you EVERY SINGLE DAY. Wondering how you are and what you've been doing. He makes time for you. You on the other hand could care less about making time for him-"

"I'm busy too! Just because he's famous doesn't mean I should have to put more effort in than he does!" She retorted.

She was trying to make me feel guilty. And I wasn't having it.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD Niall is the best boyfriend to you. He hasn't ONCE judged you on your past. He's taken you in with love and support even after he found out about your recurring drug problem so don't fucking give me the sad lonely girlfriend shit Serena!" I screamed.

I knew bringing her addiction into it was fucked up. But at this point, Niall deserved truth and I was willing to beat it out of her.

"I'm not a fucking child Brielle! I can take care of myself. I'm aware of what kind of boyfriend I have and I'm not going to let you make me feel guilty for not swooning over him like you do to Harry!"

"LEAVE HARRY OUT OF THIS!" I screamed back.

"See! You've known him like 30 seconds and you're already taking up for him!"

I was boiling with anger, "Serena! That's what a good girlfriend does! You take up for your boyfriend because he's important to you and he MATTERS! Harry has been so wonderful to me and Niall would be to you too if you'd let him. You ignore him Serena and he's gutted about it! If you gave him the time of day you could fall in love with him the same way I have with Harry!"

"Have a FABULOUS time in Bermuda you a-list girlfriend SELLOUT!" She screamed before hanging up.

I groaned in frustration and turned around to see a slightly amused Harry standing in the doorway.

"It's not funny!" I screamed.

He walked towards me and wrapped his massive hands around my waist, kissing my forehead and nuzzling his face into my neck.

"Harry, what are you doing!" I snapped.

"I fell in love with you too," He mumbled.

Sophia's POV:
I had been home from tour for two weeks. Desperately missing my friends, but clinging onto The Wanted like a child to their mother. Connor had gone back to Oxford to finish up his last semester of prelaw before starting actual law school. He was crazy nervous so I left him alone, knowing that all my presence would bring was unnecessary drama to his life. I missed Brielle. I missed laughing with her and the stupid pranks we'd pull and smoking on top of the tour bus together. I missed Niall, listening to him play the guitar and singing old songs at the top of our lungs. I missed Liam, complaining about how no one understood us and talking as if we were the greatest two people on the planet. I missed Harry, and our random dancing and early morning chats about life and love. I missed Zayn, and his uncanny ability to warm my heart with the simplest of words and our in depth conversations about our hopes and dreams. I even missed Louis, and our dirty glares from the opposite ends of the room and the constant worry of walking into a situation where the other breaks your heart all over again.

I realized that being home didn't feel like I thought it would. It felt lonely and foreign. Maybe it wasn't my home anymore. Maybe what they say is right, home is where the heart is. My heart was with the boys and Brielle, wherever they were. I wasn't sure when I had figured that out. I hadn't even spoken to Serena except over text message. She was really busy and promised she'd make time to see me this week. I had turned into an emotional sap, listening to Bright Eyes and missing my friends and…. whatever Zayn was to me.

Lost in thought, my phone rang, filling my room with the familiar ringtone I knew and loved so much. First day of my life.

I answered wearily, "Hello?"

"I miss you gorgeous." He murmured.

I didn't want to get all giddy and girlish. I also didn't want to sound like I was sulking and miserable. But of course, the second he said those four words, I was done.

I stifled back a sob and croaked, "I miss you too Zayn."

"Sophia? What's wrong?" He begged.

"Just that I miss you. All of you."

I heard him sigh into the phone, "We miss you too baby.."

I didn't have a response. So I ignored it, voicing more of my thoughts that were driving me crazy.

"I don't feel like myself anymore. I can't look back anymore. It wasn't right for me to go home, but now I can't go back. I need to move forward, move on to new things," I explained.

"So you… you're moving on from us? Already?"

I groaned in frustration. That wasn't what I meant and he knew it. He was guilt tripping me with that awful sad voice he had perfected.

"No. I think I just need to find a new artist to work with. Maybe even go back to a normal salon," I said.

I couldn't decide where to go from here. I knew I couldn't stay where I was, and I knew I couldn't go back. That was about it. Whether or not I wanted to travel or settle down hadn't been decided.

"I want so badly to convince you to come back to me," He whimpered.

"But I know that isn't fair. I don't want to push you away."

In reality, a big part of me wished Zayn would beg me to come back. I wished he would tell me that he would fix all of this and we could go on to being normal. But he wouldn't do it. He was so afraid of me looking at him the way I looked at Louis, he wouldn't fight with me. Even if the outcome was fighting FOR me. I couldn't understand what had happened to the Zayn I knew a month ago, screaming at Louis to not let me go and treat me the way I 'deserved'. Now Zayn had me and he couldn't even tell me he wanted me to come back. He was pushing me away and letting me go, even if he didn't realize it.

"I have to go," I sneered.

"Okay Soph. I love you," He breathed.

I hung up. I felt insanely alone. Like everything had managed to fall apart, when I so wanted it to stay together. I thought that I was being strong by leaving, giving Zayn and Louis the chance at a normal friendship that they had prior to me. But I felt like I wasn't strong enough to handle it anymore. So I made a rash decision, picking up my phone and dialing the number I knew so well.

"Sophie? Are you alright, love?" Louis questioned, sleepily.

I laughed a little.

"Why must you think somethings wrong if I'm calling you?" I asked.

"Because something is wrong, isn't it?" I could hear him smiling through the phone and he was totally and utterly correct. Everything was wrong.

"I'm so lost Lou. Everything feels wrong. I'm sitting in my apartment, waiting for some sign from God as to where to go from here. So far all that's happened is my microwave stopped working and my neighbors have crazy, loud, animal sex next door." I groaned.

He started chuckling in that weird way he always did when he had just woken up.

"Well my dear, you sound lonely. Not lost. If you were lost, the animal sex wouldn't bother you."

I scoffed, "So I need to get laid?"

"Precisely. Would you like me to fly back tonight or tomorrow?" He proposed.

The hint of sarcasm made me laugh much harder than it should have.

"How's work?" I asked.

"Wow! You MUST be lonely! Well it's alright. I'm being separated from everyone until we go to Canada but we have a three day break soon and after that I'll be back with the gang."

"Why on earth would they separate the great Louis Tomlinson from the rest of One Direction?" I mumbled.

He laughed, "Because apparently, my recent drama with a certain ex fiancé is more than even Modest! can handle."

"I am sorry.. you know that right?"

He sighed, "Of course I know that. Sophia, do you miss me?"

I laughed, "Louis…"

"No I mean that seriously. Not the 'me' I've been lately, but like me, me."

I had to think about it for a minute. Did I miss screaming at each other and laughing until we felt sick? Of course. Did I miss the constant worry of him flipping out on everyone I loved and feeling controlled? No.

"I don't really know," I replied.

"Good enough. Sophia I'm going to fight for you. I'm going to give Zayn a taste of his own medicine. Every single thing he does that I know I can do better I'm going to call out. I don't care what it takes. I want you back on this tour. Here. With me."

I didn't know what to say. So I hungup. I felt this guilty urge settling into my stomach and I opened a text message to Zayn and Max.

To:Zayn Malik
From: Sophia George
I'm sorry for snapping at you. Call me later? Miss you xx

To: Max George
From: Sophia George
Hi Maxie pad. Wanna go out tonight?

Notes