Two Pieces

"Your Games Are Getting Old"

"Are you insane?" Harry yelled, grabbing her wrist, before she could twist his leg. She hissed in pain as he yanked her up from the matt, "That move could get your wrist broken!"

"But, it would've gotten you down!" Sofia growled.

"If you did 100% correctly," Harry spat out, "And you would've had a broken wrist! You could've seriously been hurt!"

Sofia blinked at him a few times, as though she understand why he was so upset. Harry's mouth was wide open as he stared at her.

"I could've kept fighting with a broken wrist," Sofia finally said, "I just needed to get you down on my level!"

"You should've called time if you were that desperate, I would've backed off," Harry hissed, "This is just training."

"I didn't need to call time! I could've beaten you!" Sofia growled.

"And also could've gotten seriously injured in the process," Harry cried, "It's just training!"

"It's never just training," Sofia cried, "It's practice for what is to come. I had to get you down!"

"You should've backed off!" Harry spat out, grabbing her, "Do you really care that little about your health and safety?"

"Who cares about me?!" Sofia cried, "If it gets the job done, sacrificing my wrist would be worth it! These things happen!"

"Are you kidding me? Sofia, who cares about the job if you're hurt in the process? You have to be smart about these things! You can't go with your gut on everything! You have to think!"

"Going with my gut leads me to winning, no matter what the cost is," Sofia growled, "Plus, who are you to fucking talk? Didn't you just get dragged out of another bar fight two nights ago?"

"I wasn't going to get hurt," Harry scoffed, "You were just going to get hurt."

"Why do you care?" Sofia asked, her voice annoyed.

"I don't, " Harry said, shrugging, "If you want to be that fucking stupid, by all means, go ahead and break your wrist."

"You don't know that I would've broken my wrist," Sofia scoffed, picking up her water bottle.

"You're good, Sofia," Harry said, "But I'm better. You haven't gotten me down once. Believe me when I tell you, you would've broken your wrist."

"Whatever, are we done for the day?" Sofia snapped.

"Yes, we're done, and for the record, that's a win for me," Harry growled, as he stepped off the matt, "Are you always such a brat?"

"Are you always such an asshole?" she quipped back, frowning because he was right, he did win. Every round.

"I'm an asshole because I was trying to save your wrist?" Harry snapped, "Because I was looking out for you?"

"I don't need you to look out for me!" Sofia hissed, spinning towards him, "You're supposed to train me to win! And you know what? You think you're better then you actually are."

She removed her shirt, hissing as it brushed her ribs, looking down she saw a bruise forming on her rib cage. Glaring up at Harry he was smirking.

"You're right," he smirked, his voice sarcastic, "I'm way too cocky, yet you're the only one with bruises."

"You didn't have to kick me in the ribs," Sofia said, reaching into her bag for another shirt.

"I know I didn't," Harry said, smiling.

She was good in the ring, there was denying that. She would do anything to win, but Harry was stronger and smarter. While he could see why people talked about her fighting skills, he saw that she wasn't disciplined. Her only concern was winning, or getting the jobs done – she didn't care who or what she hurt in the process. He found her more of a hazard to herself then to anyone else – and he enjoyed knocking her down a peg or two.

"Harry?" a voice cried, causing him to spin around.

"Caroline," Harry greeted, his voice caused Sofia's head to snap up. He clearly didn't want to see her.

Harry liked Caroline well enough. She was a fun chase, he enjoyed snagging her from her long term stuck up boyfriend - but once he got her – Harry got bored. She was boring. Harry Styles always got bored. But, he walked a thin line with Caroline, because she was always a good back up call if he didn't find anyone better. He could always count on Caroline to come running – she was predictable, easy, and boring.

"Are you working out?" she asked, and Sofia enjoyed watching Harry
squirm under Caroline's gaze.

"Just wrapping up, actually," Harry said.

"I called you a few nights ago," Caroline said quietly, and Sofia's grin grew wider. Sofia almost pitied the poor girl – chasing after Harry who clearly wasn't interested. Just another one of Harry's shags that never could quite grasp that Harry Styles wasn't a one-woman kind of guy.

"I was busy," Harry said quickly, "Sorry. I forgot to call you back."

"Will you be at the club tonight?" Caroline asked, clearly fishing for another night with Harry, who wanted to find someone else to take home. Sofia saw this as a perfect opportunity, and she took it before Harry could.

"We will be there," Sofia said, with an innocent smile, "Will you be there?"

"Yes, I think so," Caroline said, her smile growing bigger, as Harry tried to contain his glare.

"Well, I hope so," Sofia said, "Look for us, okay?"

"I will," Caroline agreed, "See you around, Haz."

Caroline walked away, and Harry turned to Sofia, his eyes angry and fire behind him.

"What the hell was that? I didn't want to see her tonight," Harry growled, "She's going to be a total cock block."

"I know," Sofia said, with a smile, "By the way, that's a win for me."

Sofia went to walk away, but Harry grabbed her hard, pulling her back to him.

"Do you ever get tired of messing with people?" Harry snapped, his glare intense, and his voice hard, "Doesn't it get old?"

"No," Sofia said with an even bigger smile, before yanking her arm away from him and walking away, leaving Harry stunned behind him. Sofia Payne wasn't scared of him, and if he didn't think she was such a bitch, he would find that intriguing.


***


"I don't think he's coming," Liam said, sitting next to his sister in the club. Sofia was too busy concentrating on the shots in front of her, to reply.

"What did your dad say? Do we move the job to another night?" Louis asked, returning to the table to pass out drinks to Eleanor, Caroline, and a very unhappy Harry. Sofia took another shot.

"Will you chill out?" Niall barked, grabbing the second shot before she could drink it, "We don't need you wasted."

"I'm bored," Sofia hissed.

"You're drunk," Liam replied, rolling his eyes.

"True," Sofia said, her eye catching a group of boys who just walked in, "And I hate being drunk and bored, so I'm going to go find something to do –"

She stood from the couch, shaking Zayn off her, "Or someone." Her eyes caught the blonde boy in the middle of the group. Everyone's eyes followed hers, as she licked her lips.

"Oh my God," Caroline whispered, her voice in shock.

"Is this a joke?" Harry growled, turning to Caroline, his voice hard and angry, "Did you invite him?"

"Of course not," Caroline replied, shrinking back in fear.

"You know him?" Sofia asked.

"That's her ex," Harry said, "I fucking hate him. I can't believe he has the guts to show his face around here, he knows this is my club." Harry stood up, but Louis grabbed him before he could move.

"It's actually my club," Sofia quipped, though he ignored her.

"Not tonight, Harry," Louis said, "He's not worth it, and he's not bothering us."

"He showed up, that's bothering me," Harry growled, and Sofia laughed.

"Caroline, do you mind introducing me?" Sofia asked, causing Caroline's jaw to drop.

"To my ex boyfriend?" she cried.

"She's kidding," Liam assured Caroline, before glaring at his sister, wondering how she could be so tactless and rude.

"No she's not," Sofia snapped, "I'm drunk. And I want to dance. And he's hot."

"You're not dancing with him," Harry growled, still standing and Sofia looked over at him.

"Oh, I'm not?" Sofia asked, her eyebrows raised in amusement, "Are you going to stop me?"

"I'll dance with you," Zayn said standing up, catching Sofia's attention. Sofia grinned up at him, as his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I'll save you a dance, I promise," she whispered, batting her eyelashes at him, before kissing him. Zayn kissed back, his kiss hard and desperate, as though begging her to stay. But, Sofia had already found her amusement for the night, and not even Zayn was going to keep her from it. She removed herself from him, and stepped around him, headed towards the blonde. Zayn couldn't stop her, no one could stop Sofia when she was this drunk and determined, not without a unnecessary fight.

"Sofia, come on," Louis said, grabbing her wrist, "Anyone else."

"Why?" Sofia asked, ignoring Harry's pointed glare, "I don't have a problem with him, and it'll keep him away from Caroline." She smiled sweetly at Harry, who looked ready to explode, "You're welcome."

"You're not going over there," Harry growled.

"Maybe your used to your girls following your orders, Harry," Sofia said, her voice light, "But I'm not one of your girls. So, excuse me."

"Ignore her," she heard Louis mumbled, "She's just bored, she's just trying to rile people up. She's just up to her games. Just ignore her."

Sofia headed towards the blonde boy, thrilled with how many people's emotions she held in the palm of her hands. Zayn, Caroline, and Harry – all of them were a pawn in her game, all because she was bored, and she didn't have a job to do tonight. She enjoyed the control, she didn't have much control in her life, and so she grabbed it when she could. From the minute the blonde boy walked into the club, Sofia wanted him, and she was going to get him, and it didn't matter who she hurt or upset in the process. Nothing mattered but Sofia.


***


Dancing with the blonde boy got old fast, although she did get a few free drinks out of him – and she enjoyed his company. But he was just another boy, who took one look at her blonde hair and perfect body, and fell for all her charms. There was nothing challenging about him, it was rare that anyone ever challenged Sofia. It wasn't long before she was making an excuse to go find her friends, and making her way back to the VIP section.

"Hey," Emily greeted her as she reached the top of the steps, smiling.

"Hi," Sofia said, with a smile, hugging Katie as well, "When did you two get here?"

"While you were dancing with the blonde cutie," Katie said, "By the way, you've pissed everyone off."

"What's new?" Sofia said, shrugging, watching as Louis approached her.

"I can't find Harry," Louis spat out at her, "And I'm pretty sure it's because he wants to go punch out Caroline's ex. You couldn't just leave it alone?"

"His name is Justin," Sofia answered, "And did Harry leave poor Caroline on her own?"

"You're games are getting old fast, Sofia," Louis hissed, "I don't know why your so determined to push people away that care about you, but one day – we're all gonna get sick of it and stop trying."

"Can that day be today?" Sofia said, rolling her eyes, "You're annoying me. Besides, I didn't do anything – I was just dancing. It's not my fault Harry can't control his temper."

"I don't even know who you are anymore," Louis said sadly, shaking his head, and pushing past her. Sofia rolled her eyes again, before glancing at the bar, where Zayn sat, a familiar white blonde girl next to him.

"When did she get here?" Sofia asked, her voice annoyed and cold, her eyes trained on Perrie.

"Showed up with some friends," Emily said, "Zayn invited her up. Sofia, just leave them. He's been miserable all night until she got here. You aren't paying attention to him, just let it go."

"I'm going home with Zayn tonight," Sofia hissed, her eyes black with determination and her lips set in a line of disgust as she glared at Perrie.

"Well, did you tell Zayn that?" Katie asked, "Or did you just assume that after everything, he would take you home?"

"I know that given the choice between Perrie and me, he will always choose me," Sofia answered.

"It's cruel to abuse his feelings like that," Emily said quietly, her voice gentle, "Zayn's a good guy, why don't you stop messing him about and just give him a real chance?" Sofia didn't answer, she just stared ahead at the bar, figuring out the best way to approach the situation. Leaving both her friends behind, she began to walk towards the bar.

"Don't," a voice said, her brother grabbing her arm, and pulling her towards him, "What is the matter with you tonight?"

"What are you talking about?" Sofia asked her voice slurring a bit, she was beyond drunk by this point, "I just want water."

"Sofia, you have to stop doing shit like this," Liam said, "How drunk are you right now?"

"Oh God, Liam," Sofia hissed, rolling her eyes, "Will you stop? You're worse then dad. I'm fine."

"You're a lot of things, Sofia," Liam said, "But fine isn't one of them. You are out of control, and you don't even see it. How can you treat your family like this? How can you fuck with people like this?"

"You're so dramatic," Sofia said, snorting at him, and ripping her arm away, "Besides, what family?" Before Liam could reply, she turned and walked towards the bar.

Casually slipping next to Zayn, she leaned over the bar, catching the
bartenders attention. She glanced over at Zayn, who was now giving her his full attention.

"Haven't you had enough to drink?" he asked, his voice full of concern, but also stern, "You're gonna get sick." Sofia smiled to herself, this was perfect. She turned to him, cocking her head to the side.

"What do you care? It's not like your taking me home," she glanced
past him, her eyes falling on Perrie. Her eyes landed back on Zayn, and she could see that she had already won. He was hers. At least for the night. Before he could respond, she turned from the bar with her drink, and walked towards the bathroom.

Sofia could feel the alcohol pulsing through her as she entered the bathroom. Her mind was fuzzy, just the way she liked it. Her body unstable, her thought process even worse. She was 16, and she should be at a school football game, or having a movie night with her friends. But instead, she was drunk in a bar bathroom, wondering how bad her hangover would be in the morning.

"I love him," a voice rang out behind him, causing Sofia to turn, an angry Perrie staring at her. Sofia snorted.

"I love him and he could love me, if you didn't get in the way," Perrie said, as Sofia looked at her, her face giving away nothing.

"I don't get in the way Perrie, he comes and finds me," Sofia said, pushing the girl out of the way and stepping out of the bathroom.

"Because he loves you," Perrie said, chasing her, "Because he loves you and you take advantage of that."

Sofia turned back to the girl, her eyes narrowed and her jaw locked, tracing her up and down.

"You take advantage of his feelings, Sofia," Perrie said, "You know he would anything for you. He loves you. But you don't love him, not like I do!"

"I've known Zayn longer then you ever will," Sofia hissed, her voice dangerously low, "He's my best friend, and I do love him."

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!" Perrie cried, "You don't know how to love, Sofia. You're so angry and closed off; you couldn't possibly know how to begin to love somebody. You don't treat someone the way you treat Zayn if you love them. He's a prize to you. And I don't know, maybe you think you love him. Maybe you love him as much as someone like YOU can love someone, but it's not real love. Nothing about you is real!"

"Fuck you, Perrie," Sofia growled, "You don't anything about me!"

"I know that you are angry, and I know that you are lost, and I know that you feel the need to take it out on everyone around you. I know that you don't care who you hurt or what kind of damage you leave behind. I know that you're selfish and manipulative. And you don't know how to separate your work from your real life. And I know that you leave a path of destruction behind where ever you go."

"I'm about to destroy you," Sofia hissed, stepping up to the girl. Her words cutting through Sofia, not because they were cruel or mean, but because they were right.

"Zayn tells me really wonderful things about you," Perrie said, "That you're funny. And you're smart. And you have a huge heart when you let people in. But I don't see that. I just see a lost little girl who's willing to destroy every relationship she has."

"You're pissed because he loves me," Sofia growled, "It's not my fault that he wants me Perrie. I don't go chasing after Zayn, he comes after me. So, maybe that says less about me and more about you."

"He chases you because he under the delusion that you'll change. He's thinks he can change you. But he can't change you; I don't think anyone can change you. He thinks he can get you to settle down. He is so in love with the idea of what you two could be, that he doesn't see you for what you are. You're a selfish bitch and you jerk him around, and you play with our relationship, and you don't think twice about it. I love him, Sofia. I could make him happy."

"If you make him so happy, Perrie," Sofia whispered, her voice cold and cruel, "Why is he taking me home tonight instead of you?"

Perrie stepped back, as though she had been slapped, tears in her eyes, and her mouth open in shock. She looked at Sofia in disgust, but Sofia didn't care. She didn't care what Perrie had to say.

"You're just pissed you lost," Sofia said, stepping away from her, and walking back out towards the bar.

"When are you going to realize it's not always about winning?" she heard Perrie ask quietly from behind her. Sofia was going to turn and respond, but another voice pulled her from her argument with Perrie.

"Harry! Don't!" she heard her brother yell, and Sofia turned around just in time to see Harry Style's slamming his fist into Justin's face.


***


"What could he have possibly said that could cause you to start a fucking war in the middle of the club?" Eleanor snapped at Harry, shoving ice onto his face.

After Harry started a fight, everyone had made a quick exit before bouncers could be brought in and authorities called. They headed back to Zayn's, after picking up food.

"He just made a comment about Caroline, running his mouth about how he would get her back."

"What do you care?" Sofia snorted, from her spot at the counter, "You didn't even want her this afternoon."

"You should keep your mouth shut, before I fucking shut it for you," Harry snapped, "I'm pretty sure this whole fucking thing is your fault."

"I didn't force her ex boyfriend to show up at the club," Sofia said.

"Sofia, eat your fries and be quiet," Danielle snapped at her, in a very motherly tone. She had pulled out the first aid kit and was headed to fix up Harry's face.

"Caroline was talking to him," Harry mumbled to Louis, "And it just made him bloody cocky. Can't believe she fucking spoke to him, even after I told her not too."

Sofia snorted again, shaking with laughter, and shaking her head at him as though she couldn't believe what he was saying. Harry glared at her, from his spot on the other counter.

"What is so funny?" Harry growled at her

"You don't even want her," Sofia snapped, "You just like that she listens to you like some sort of dog. You like that you can control her. That's what you get off on, isn't it, Styles? Being a dominant prat?"

Sofia stood from spot, and gathered her trash, walking to the trash can. She stood in front of him, a seductive smirk on her face.

"Is that why you haven't given me a go, Styles?" she asked, her voice low, "Not dog like enough for you?"

"Oh you're plenty dog like," he snapped, "You're a total bitch. I haven't given you a go because you're more trouble then you're worth. But, you could use some discipline and dominance in your life. Someone ought to put you in your place."

"You can put me in my place anytime," she growled, licking her lips, "But like I said, at least take me to dinner first."

"You get real enjoyment out of this, don't you?" Harry growled, "Playing games and watching how it all falls apart? You can't help yourself, can you? You can't even control yourself."

Sofia scoffed, rolling her eyes, "I didn't make you hit that guy, Harry. You did that all on your own. Guess I'm not the only one without self control."

She dodged his arm, as he reached out to grab her in anger, laughing as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Do you want a ride home?" Liam asked softly, he seemed defeated tonight. He handed her a water bottle, "Drink this, it'll help in the morning."

"No," Sofia said, looking over at Zayn who was throwing a blanket on a passed out Niall, "I'm going to stay here."

"You ready for bed?" Zayn asked her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him and mumbled a yes. Liam watched wearily as Zayn pulled her down the hallway, and through his bedroom door, like he had forgotten all the damage she caused.


***


Sofia had her arms around Zayn, his lips moving in time with hers as he lay on top of her in his bed. He had stripped her of her dress, and he was in nothing but athletic shorts, their legs intertwined and their bodies growing hot together.

"It could always be like this," Zayn whispered into her lips, "You and me. This could be how it always is."

"I know," Sofia whispered, her fingers finding his shorts, and playing at the hem, "Someday."

He always did this. He always told her that it could be her and him, and that they could have each other and that would be enough. He told her how he only wanted to be with her, and how she was his best friend. And every time she would promise him someday. And, she meant it. Someday, when she wasn't young and when she was ready, she would give Zayn a chance. He was her best friend, and he loved her, and she knew that everyone expected them to be together. But she couldn't give that to Zayn now. She couldn't give him that because she didn't know how. She loved Zayn as much as Sofia knew how to love, but Perrie was right, Sofia didn't know what love really was. Sofia was too selfish to know what love was, and she was too selfish to let Zayn go find out without her.

Pushing him off her, Sofia rolled on top of him, taking control of the situation. She always had to have control, and they always gave it to her. Even Zayn, who was easily the fastest one to remind her of her place, gave her control. Even he was intimidated by her beauty and her seduction when it came down to it. He gave her the control, because he was afraid if he didn't, he would loose her. And he would rather have part of her, then none of her at all.

Zayn grabbed her hips, and they grinded against each other, Sofia leaning down to kiss him hard. Anything to make him stop talking, anything to get the thoughts of love and commitment out of his head. Anything to distract him from discovering how awful she really was to him. Anything to keep him from talking too much, discovering too much, and realizing that he should just walk away.

Her fingers found his shorts again, and she pulled them down, releasing his hard member that she had felt against her leg. She kissed his neck, and left small kisses down his chest. The alcohol was still present in both their systems, and their movements were hazy and blurred, but that moved together.

"None of those guys will ever care about you like I do," Zayn croaked out, "You know that, right?"

"I know," Sofia said, looking up at him, "I'm just not ready... not yet... I like what we have Zayn. I don't want to screw it up."

It was the coward's way of telling him that she wanted him, but she wanted to do what she wanted. She wanted his body, and wanted him to want her, but he couldn't expect more from her. It was the coward's way of telling him that she didn't know how to give him anymore then what she was giving him now. It was the coward's way of getting her way, even if she was hurting him in the process.

"I'll wait," Zayn breathed, as she kissed his hips gently, "You know I will."

Sofia didn't respond, because she knew he would. Of course he would. She couldn't find it in herself to respond, so she just took him in her mouth, and sucked, listening to him moan above her. This is what she was good at. She was good at distracting people from their thoughts. She was good at seducing them into getting her way. She was good at giving them just enough of the right words, said the right way, to trick them into doing whatever she wanted.

As she licked Zayn, her hands playing with his balls, she thought back to Harry's words, and Perrie's words, and Liam's words. She was an act, she wasn't real. She didn't care. She left a path of destruction wherever she went. But, this was who she had to be. She couldn't care; she couldn't let her guard down. That's how you got hurt, that's how you lost. Maybe in another world or another life someone else's life, it wouldn't be about winning. But that's all she had ever known, it's all she had ever been taught – come out on top, no matter what the cost. Don't get attached and don't let anyone in. It will only slow you down.

She listened as Zayn moaned again, her name coming from his pretty lips, and she allowed herself to get lost in his moans. They distracted her from her thoughts, and from facing the reality that had become her life. She was lost, and she didn't know how to find herself again. She felt Zayn's fingers tighten in her hair, and push her forward. His hips jerked up, and she took him further.

"Sofia – I'm going to –" he gasped, and he did, allowing himself to fill her mouth, and she swallowed, before lifting her head up and looking at him. He pulled her towards him, and flipped her so she was beneath him again.

"You're incredible," he said quietly, before leaning down and kissing her. Her heart fluttered a bit, she loved it when Zayn praised her. She moved her head, so he could kiss her neck.

"It doesn't get better then this," Zayn said quietly before moving his lips to her collarbone, and again Sofia couldn't respond. She closed her eyes at the thought, because sometimes she believed that exact thought, this was as good as it was going to get for her. And that thought alone was enough to make her hate herself even more then she already did.