The Wanted Girl

Louis' POV:
Soph had finally stopped crying, but I knew it involved her clear exhaustion and lack of tears. She hadn't moved, she was still curled up against me, fisting my shirt. But now she was drawing tiny circles on my chest with her free finger. I wanted to say something to her, but I knew the word vomit would be less than helpful.

It'd probably end up along the lines of 'hey I know you're heartbroken and stuff but I'm actually really happy that this happened because now we can be together and get married and have babies and I can kill Zayn in his sleep for hurting you! So let's all laugh and pretend the last three months never happened, cool?' So I opted against speaking unless spoken to. Which is a revelation in itself for me. But then again, this girl pretty much owns my every thought.

Point one, Sophie.

"Lou?" she whispered.

I looked down in shock, "Yes, love?"

"You're really different now," she murmured into my chest.

Fuck. Different is NEVER good. Especially when a woman says it.

"W-what?" I breathed.

She sighed, "You used to always make really immature jokes and you could never take anything seriously. I would always say 'Lou will mature one day then he'll be mysterious and quietly handsome and the perfect husband.' I was wrong to think that."

"You think I've matured?" I asked in disbelief.

I hadn't. I had looked at her bum four times since being in this position and everytime I ended up thinking about the last time we had- well, yeah.

She sighed and I heard her breath hitch in her throat, "you just seem really sad now. Is that because of me? Did I make you all sad and mature?"

I pulled her impossibly closer to me and grinned, "I can feel your boobs right now."

She was silent for a moment and I was immediately cursing myself for saying that. But then she laughed. Her beautiful laugh I hadn't heard in what felt like a lifetime.

"You're a sicko," she mumbled, hiding her blushing cheeks in my shirt.

I shrugged, "I've come to terms with it."

"You could never come to terms with it," she said, still somewhat laughing.

"I totally can! and I did. So next topic," I said.

"Do you think Brielle and Harry are in love?" she asked.

I was about to answer 'no', but then again, I hadn't really thought about it. I had be so wrapped up in my own relationship, I hadn't even worried about theirs. And ever since the Lottie incident, I chose to stay far away from Harry's relationships. As long as it wasn't my little sister, I didn't really care.

"I don't know, honestly. What do you think?"

She smiled and nuzzled her face into my neck, "I think so. But I think they'd make gorgeous
babies."

I laughed, "Babies? You're insane. Haz doesn't need a child, they can hardly take care of themselves. Let alone be responsible for another human being."

She sighed happily, "I think they'd be good parents. I said something to Brielle about it and she said they've talked about kids. Not like seriously. But they said if they ever did have a baby they know who the godparents would be."

Only those two would have godparents picked out for their nonexistent children. Brielle probably braids Harry's hair while they talk about it and gossip on everyone else's relationships.

But I can't say I wasn't curious. I wanted to know who they'd pick.

"Who would they pick?"

"Me and you."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

She smiled up at me, "Mhm, they said they think we'd even the kid out."

I didn't want those two children to bring a human into this world, but it was kind of cool to know if they did, they wanted Sophia and I to be it's god parent. Not her and Zayn. If they had a kid, there would be this official, God-fearing, promise forcing Sophia and I to co-god parent them. If that was even a thing.

But I was relieved at the thought of something, or someone, keeping us tied together forever.
We sat in silence for a while longer. Just enjoying to peace and quiet. This night was a cross roads, a shitty one, but a cross roads none the less. After tonight, everything was going to spin out of control, one way or another. So I think we were both just sort of enjoying just being. Enjoying not having to be needed anywhere, or by anyone. The waters were calm, which only meant one thing, there was a storm coming. But in that moment, we just wanted to relax and enjoy it.

"Am I going to be okay, Lou?" she whispered.

I kissed her forehead and resting my chin on top of her head, "Of course you will. I don't know exactly when, but eventually, you will."

"Thank you, for everything."

I smiled, "Anything for you, Sophia George."

I couldn't see her, but I knew she was smiling.

"Louis Tomlinson."


We fell asleep shortly after, tangled together in more ways than one. It wasn't the night I had expected in the least, if anything, it was the LAST scenario I had expected. But it was "us" as she said. So I guess it was kind of perfect.

Niall's POV:
I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him in front of everyone; press, fans, family, friends. The fact that anyone could rape someone else was beyond my understanding. Especially my Serena. She was already broken, I knew that when I met her. I knew all of her secrets. She trusted me. She would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and crying and I would hold her, promising to protect her. I promised I would never let anyone so much as hurt her feelings. I said I would keep her safe and I failed miserably.

I really thought I was putting her in safe hands. I thought that Max and Nathan and the others would watch over her for me. I thought they'd make sure she didn't harm herself or put anything bad into her body. But all that I did was make things a thousand times worse.
It happened again. But this time, it was all my fault.

"Baby, come back to bed," she pleaded.

I pulled at my hair, trying to rid my brain of all of the horrible thoughts running through them. All of the thoughts of that bastard smiling at her, talking to her, touching her. It was killing me.

"Niall, love. It's okay. Please come back to bed," she asked again.

"I can't... I can't begin to understand all of this," I said, grabbing her hands and pulling her into my lap.

"I'm so sorry Serena, I'm so sorry I let this happen to you," I cried, holding her as close to me as possible.

This was the only place I deemed her safe, in my arms.

"Baby it's okay. You're here now," she whispered.

It wasn't okay. It would never be okay.

"He hurt you. He hurt you and I let him," I sobbed.

She ran her fingers through my hair and sighed as I let every possible emotion out. Anger, sadness, betrayal. It was all coursing through my veins and I didn't know how to stop it.
I could just picture it. Her begging him to stop. Pleading that he would let her go. She had even promised she wouldn't tell me if he would just stop. But he didn't. He stole her peace of mind, again. Fucking BASTARD.

"I love you Niall. Please come to bed."

I nodded numbly and allowed her to lead me back to bed. She climbed in and reached out for me. I followed suit and held her as tightly to me as possible. She would never be hurt that way again. I would never leave her again. I would protect her. I had to. I couldn't trust anyone else to do that.

After a while, I heard her breath slow down and quiet snores escape from her mouth. She was asleep, and safe. But I couldn't sleep. I wouldn't. What had happened was playing in my head, over and over again. If I fell asleep, something could happen to her. Something horrible could happen to her. I couldn't let her get hurt again.

So I didn't. I didn't sleep that night.

Harry's POV:
Brielle and I had made a bet. It was silly, really. If Soph chose Louis, she would have to cook me dinner every night (although she already did that anyway) and be my little servant for a week. But if she chose Zayn, I had to take her out to dinner every night (because apparently my cooking is a punishment, not reward) and be her servant for a week.

But since Louis hadn't seen Sophia and Zayn was totally MIA, we came to the mutual decision that we would postpone our little agreement until we knew for sure who she had chosen.
We had been arguing all day over who was going to win. I knew Soph would pick Louis, they're so in love it's like a slap in the face to any single person within a mile. But according to my dumbass of a girlfriend, 'Anyone with eyes and a soul can see that Zayn and Sophia have an undeniable connection.'

"Haz... someone's on the phone for you," Brielle said with shock filled eyes.

I raised my eyebrows, "Who is it?"

She held out the phone to me and when I took it, she went to leave the room. Who could it possibly be that she didn't want to hear the conversation. Who could possibly make one of the nosiest people I know, not want to be nosy?

"Where are you going?" I asked, covering the speaker on my phone.

"I'm just gonna... It's private. I'll be in the living room if you need me, okay?"

I nodded, although still very confused.

When she shut the door, I took an annoyed deep breath and held the phone up to my ear, "Hello?"

"Harry?" the man said.

"This is he, who's this?" I asked.

"This is Des... I'm your father."

Notes

If you ever thought you knew where I was going in this story, you're about to be shocked. In the last day, I've planned it allllllll out and I hope you're all as excited as I am :)

xx elle

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