A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter 82: What...?!

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                                        Sofia's POV

     As soon as I realized what was going on, I pulled away and took off the blindfold, seeing Harry in front of me frowning, but from behind me, I could hear some angry footsteps heading towards the two of us.

"What the heck was that, Harry?!" Louis said, pushing Harry on the chest, making Harry stumble back.

"Wait...what...?" Harry said dazed off, as if something didn't go the way he planned...

     As if he was hurt.

"What was that, Harry?! What was that?!" Louis said, outraged and Liam had to sprint here to hold him back from strangling Harry.

     Suddenly, I heard the Irish accent I was dreading to hear.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did Sofia screw up again or something?" Niall said while raising an eyebrow at everybody and that's when I just ran.

     I ran and ran and ran...

     I ran out the door, slamming it shut behind me, catching everybody's attention I bet. I was finally out of that mansion. Out of the very street where that mansion was located and that's when I noticed...

     Where was I?

     I looked around, running a hand through my hair, frustrated that I didn't think this through and that's when I cried.

     I found a bench behind me and I sat on it, bringing my legs up with me and wrapping my arms around my knees, hugging them tight. I cried silently, trying not to catch anyone's attention since it was still daylight. I just hoped that nobody would find me where I was, but considering Louis lives here, I wasn't very sure my chances would be as high as I wished them to be.

     I looked to my left, down the street where I ran and the mansion was out of sight...You could see the big, green maple trees hiding it, though.

     I grabbed the end of my shirt and brought it to my eyes, to dry my eyes from the tears. Then I pulled the end of my shirt down, so it stopped from showing anything. I unwrapped my arms from my legs, letting them go back to touch the cemented ground.

     I just plainly sat there, gazing upon the landscape and honestly, there wasn't much. There were the maple trees, hiding Louis's...

     I'm not going to say it.

     There was some people walking along the sidewalk, but all of them were hung up on their phones, not even noticing my existence, but I was happy because of that. I was at peace. I was just hoping the boys wouldn't come for me...

                                       Liam's POV

"Try to find her! I'm not stopping until I do!" Louis said as he ran around the house, desperately trying to find Sofia and all of us were.

     Sofia ran out of the house and after Louis's argument with Harry, everybody started looking for her and up to now, we have all been unsuccessful, which means...

     We are going to be so screwed.

     Plus, I was thinking of all the scenarios that could happen to her...And none of them were good.

     Kidnapped.

     Raped.

     Killed.

     ANYTHING!

"Um, Louis, I don't think she's anywhere near the house." I said cautiously, trying not to upset him because at this point, I do not and I mean DO NOT want to mess with Louis's feelings for Sofia.

     He opened his mouth and then closed it, as if he was going to protest, but then he just nodded.

"Yeah. I think I've noticed that by now." He said while chuckling nervously and running a hand through his hair.

"So...where do you think she could be?" I asked him.

"I don't know. But if she runs like me, probably a bit far away than we would expect her." Louis said with a smile, reminiscing the jokes we did.

"Then let's go find her." 

                                       Sofia's POV

     I was still sitting there, just going over the things I'm grateful for.

Well, I'm grateful for being here. Alive with nothing bad happening to me so far. Also, for my family. The boys...Simon Cowell?

"What?" I said to myself and then laughed out loud until I noticed that somebody was walking towards me and my body went on alert.

Fight or Flight.

Fight or Flight.

Fight or Flight.

Let's fight.

     And I stayed there, calmly, waiting till the person sat down and then I'll pull a ninja move or something.

     The person was wearing a gray, heavy coat and had a gray Fedora on his head, masking his face, but by his shoes, I could already tell that he was a man of money.

     I laid back, smirking and that's when the fellow sat down beside me. And honestly, I think I looked so down class next to him.

     I was wearing a gray shirt that had Nike printed in black in the middle, back shorts that ended mid-thigh, and white knee high socks that had a fuchsia and yellow stripe at the top with fuchsia Converse high tops.

     I looked at the man as he sat down and I sighed.

"So what brings you here, fellow?" I said with a smirk never leaving my face.

"Well, maybe is because I saw you running down the street out of Louis Tomlinson's mansion and I pondered..." The person then took his gray Fedora off his head, revealing his identity and I suppressed a gasp.

"Since everything was allegedly 'fine,' why did you run out?" Simon Cowell said with a smirk and I swallowed big, as if being charged with murder.

"Somebody has not been telling me the whole truth..." Simon said with a chuckle.

"Now, I have all day so would you like to start from the beginning or...?"

What's going to happen now?