The Wanted Girl

Sophia's POV:
We pulled up to my apartment and I unbuckled my seatbelt and grabbed my purse, hoping that Louis would just let me leave in peace. Like we'd established, we're like fire and gasoline. I had said some God awful things to him regarding our previous engagement so I couldn't get all butthurt now that he's done the same thing to me. I opened the door and felt a hand grab my wrist.

"Soph I need to explain," He begged.

I sighed, "Louis there's nothing left for us to say to each other. Really, it's alright. No hard feelings."

"Maybe there's nothing left for YOU to say but I on the other hand have some things I'd like to get off of my chest. That's fair and you know it," He pressed.

He was right. If I was allowed to say whatever I wanted I couldn't deny him that privilege.

"You're right. Go ahead," I said.

I sat back in the car and crossed my arms, refusing to make any eye contact with him.

"I'm sorry for saying that. I know you're going to say it's fine but it's not. I'm trying to fix things with us and I threw out something really hurtful. You just have to see things from my point of view. I don't have any female friends. You on the other hand ONLY have male friends except for Brielle. To watch the girl you love being swooned over by countless guys? It drives me fucking insane. And for a little while I thought maybe I was wrong. Maybe I WAS being crazy by being jealous and protective but then you kissed Zayn. Sophia that not only hurt me, but it was total public embarrassment. I know you were upset about Holly but I hadn't done anything with her! You kissed my bandmate on a publicized date! All of this should have been enough to let you go and say 'fuck it, Zayn can have her' and I think that would probably be for the best. But I CAN'T! I can't fucking let him have you. Not only because you're not right for eachother, but because it's slowly killing me to see you with anyone else. I would rather it be fucking Connor than Zayn at this point. If I can't have you, I at least want to know that it's someone who would love you and care for you forever. Someone who'll take care of you the way I would. I want you to be happy, and I know that you won't be with him."

I just sat there, stunned.

"Please say something. Anything," Louis begged.

"I can't get on twitter anymore," I said.

I didn't really even mean to say it. I was so shocked at his confession that I pretty much said the one thing that irked me.

He laughed a little and gave me his famous Louis Tomlinson smirk, "And why is that?"

I smiled sheepishly, "Your loyal heard of attack dogs want me dead. I'm too scared to go on and read anything."

"I hadn't even thought about that. They're a very passionate bunch, yeah?"

I nodded and scoffed, "Passionate and psycho are not interchangeable. You know that, right?"

He grinned, "We're not allowed to say psycho, crazy, obsessive, or insane. We have to say passionate. There are RULES Sophia!"

I smiled, "Well I'll say it for you. They're fucking crazy. I was at the grocery last week and a little girl, about 6 or 7, came up behind me and scared the hell out of me. I leaned down and asked where her mum was and she said, I quote, 'one of my friends is team Zophia and the other two are team Louphia. But I think they're both too good for you.'"

He laughed hysterically, "My God! What did you say back to her?"

I shrugged, "I told her this is why mothers should drown baby girls."

He began laughing even harder, "Oh my fucking GOD Sophie! Did you really!?"

I finally joined in with his contagious laughter, "No of course not. I smiled politely and agreed with her."

He stopped laughing, "Agreed with what?"

Shit.

"That you're both too good for me."

His expression changed. He looked hurt. But he smiled.

"I'm not going to be that guy to tell you that if anything you're too good for us and that you're perfect blah blah blah. Because you'd do that funny angry face and tell me to stop patronizing you. So I'll say this, you and that little girl are both crazy. And I agree with her two friends."

I smiled and found interest in my hands in my lap, "I should go."

He sighed, "Okay, can I walk you up?"

I nodded, "Sure."

We walked up to my apartment door and I fiddled with the keys before sliding it into the keyhole. I opened the door and noticed a bunch of the lights were on.

"That's weird?" I said.

"What?" He asked.

I took a step back, "I didn't turn any lights on today."

I heard footsteps and clutched onto Louis. Probably reflex. Who would be in my fucking house? Max maybe? Connor? Nathan even? They all have keys.

But of course, I was incorrect. The angry figure standing in my doorway was none of those people. This was someone much much worse. Someone who I REALLY didn't want to see me with Louis, let alone holding onto his arm for dear life.

Zayn.

Notes