The Wanted Girl

Sophia's POV:
What was going through my head when I saw Zayn? Fuck. Just fucking fuck. Well of course it was Zayn. I told him where the extra key was weeks ago. But there I was, clutching onto Louis while Zayn was trying to surprise me by showing up a couple hours early.

I release Louis and walked carefully over to Zayn. It was as if he was a pitbull and I was trying to be calm, not let him sense my fear. Attempting to search his eyes to see if he was sad or angry, was he going to whimper or pounce onto the dog in the other corner? I was terrified. Worst nightmare ever.

"Babe... Can I talk to Louis for a second?" He asked, eyes never leaving Louis'.

I didn't want to say anything so I nodded. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips, feeling his body tremble. I hugged him tightly and didn't want to let him go. Ever.

"I'll be in my room. Please don't kill your bandmate," I whispered.

He didn't answer. So I left.

I walked into my bedroom and heard muffled voices through the two walls. I couldn't hear what they were saying, which was frustrating. But I guess that was good because that meant they weren't screaming. But what were they saying?! I had to know. I won't lie, I was a nosy little bitch. This was an important conversation that involved ME. Shouldn't I get to hear?

Yes, I should.

I waited about five minutes before losing the fight with my subconscious and tip-toeing into the hallway so that I could hear them but couldn't see them. Good enough.

"So that's what we're going to do? Alright?" Zayn said.

I heard Louis huff, "I don't fucking like this."

"We're leaving this up to HER Lou. This isn't just about us!" Zayn exclaimed.

"Fine. But I swear to God if she picks you and you hurt her I'll kill you and have no shame about it. Got it?"

"Yeah whatever mate. I'll go get her," Zayn said.

"No. Let me," Louis said.

"She's currently MY girlfriend. I'll get her," Zayn pressed.

"She was MY fucking fiancé!" Louis screamed.

I couldn't take the petty bickering so I rolled my eyes and walked into the room.

"You were listening?" Louis breathed.

I laughed, "I heard the me me me me me shit and that was about it. Don't worry."

I sat down in my chair across from both of them and raised my eyebrows.

"So what's going on?" I asked.

Zayn sat upright and Louis shifted uncomfortably.

"You have to choose Sophia. Me or him," Zayn said.

I nodded, "Alright well-"

I was cut off.

"No. Not now. You have until we leave. Soph this isn't a joke. This needs to be your final decision. Whoever you chose, that's it. The other wont be there later if you change your mind," Louis asserted.

I knew that's what they meant. But then again, maybe I subconsciously didn't. Because when he put it that way, it scared the living shit out of me. What if I made a mistake and lost the both of them? That would be a disaster.

"I... Okay..." I croaked.

Louis stood up and looked over at Zayn, "So we're leaving?"

Zayn looked over at me and then back to Louis, giving him a confused look.

"No? I'm staying here?" He explained.

Louis huffed, "No you aren't. That's not fair. If you spend the next couple of days wooing her then I don't get to see her and she'll think you're the only option!"

Zayn stood up and stepped towards Louis, "Well I mean sorry MATE, but I AM her boyfriend!"

I stood up and stepped in between the two, "Listen. Zayn can stay here tonight, Louis we can spend time together tomorrow night. Fair?"

Louis didn't take his eyes off of Zayn, "Fine. But no sex. NONE!"

Zayn smirked and stepped closer to me, "Why? Scared I'll be better?"

The steam coming out of Louis ears was clear proof that this nice, cordial, conversation wouldn't last much longer.

"Stop it. Both of you. Fine, no sex. Now Louis, I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

He nodded and kissed my cheek and I felt Zayn's presence tighten behind me, "See you tomorrow love."

He pranced out of the apartment and I looked at Zayn.

"You alright?" I asked.

He nodded, "I'm fine. I'm not worried about this. I know I'm better for you. All that I want right now is to cuddle in bed and watch movies and act like a normal couple without crazy families and management and paparazzi and freaky boyband love triangles."

I giggled and snaked my arms around his neck, hiking myself up and wrapping my legs around his waist, "That sounds MAGICAL," I whispered against his lips.

He kissed me and began walking me into the bedroom, not breaking the kiss. He laid me onto the bed and began leaving traces of kisses down my neck, then over my tank top before pulling it over my head. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. The dark and dirty look in his eye was making me shiver. He softly intertwined his hands with mine before swiftly yanking them up and over my head. He leaned into my neck and began sucking the sensitive spot beneath my jawline. I let out a moan and squeezed my legs together, hoping to release some of the tension building.

"I need you baby," He moaned into my ear.

I pulled at my hands that were stuck under Zayn's but had no chance against him. His grip was firm and I was at his complete mercy.

"I... I need you," I breathed.

He continued sucking and released my hands, only for me to pull his shirt off. I had seen Zayn shirtless a million and one times... just not like this. He was hot and sweating and down right sexy. His breath was ragged and I took a moment to look into his eyes. All of the sudden, I felt slightly insecure. This gorgeous, incredible, perfect man was on top of me, needing me. It felt like he was trying to look into my soul. And I wasn't sure if I could ever get enough of this.

Before he could take my hands again, I grabbed his face and attached my lips to his, catching him off guard. I licked his bottom lip for access which he gladly granted me. I moved my hands down to his shoulders and rolled my hips against his, feeling his manhood growing. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my sweatpants off, bringing my underwear with me.

All of the sudden, Louis' voice echoed in my head. 'No sex. NONE'

"Zayn..." I whispered though the kiss, unable to find my voice.

"Mmmm," He replied.

"We can't have sex. We promised," I mumbled.

His warm hands were rubbing circles on my hips and I knew if I didn't stop him now, I'd never be able to.

"Fuck him," He murmured.

I caressed his face and gave him a sympathetic smile, "Babe, we promised. You don't want me having sex with him tomorrow, right?"

Not that I was going to. But I had to prove my point.

He groaned but quickly recovered, giving me a mischievous grin, "Fine, but he didn't say anything about me making YOU feel good."

"Zayn!" I laughed.

"Honey, no. Come on. Come talk to me," I said.

He shrugged his shoulders and climbed up the bed, settling himself behind me so that I was laying in his lap, "It was worth a shot," he whispered into my ear.

It was going to be a long couple of days.

Notes

Okay sooo I went to NYC this weekend and went to the Sugar Factory. holy hell. If any of you are over 21/have a fake ID I INSIST that you go whenever you're in NY. It's so fun, the drinks are huge and they smoke and they have gummys in them and they're so amazing holy shit it was the best thing that's ever happened to me. We went to Rockefeller and this lady was getting married there and she was gorgeous and perfect. Then we went to Kleinfeld and I met Claudia from Say Yes To The Dress and my dads fiancé found her gown and it's gorgeous. All of the cops there are so fucking fine and I want to move to NY so yeah, that was my awesome weekend.

Idk if I'll update tomorrow or on Christmas so if I don't, I hope you all have a wonderful christmas and get everything you've ever wanted! :)

I love you guys bunches, thank you for errthanggg xxxxx

Elle.

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