Two Pieces

"Make It A Home"

"Don't leave a mark, don't leave a mark," Sofia mumbled as Isaac kissed her neck. He was lying on top of her in the back of his car.

"Jesus fuck," she hissed, throwing her head back and she felt his fingers rub against her thin, lacey underwear under her school uniform, "Don't leave a mark!"

"Sofia, shut up. I don't want to be found out anymore then you," Isaac mumbled into her neck, before pushing her underwear to the side and inserting a finger as she groaned.

Sofia wasn't quite sure how she got here. I mean, yes, sure she had been to one to run into his arms after he won a playful football game. And yes, she did encourage him as he slammed her against the wall and finger fucked her right there. And yes, they had been sneaking around the school, and neighborhood, and car for the last week and a half hooking up. But, she wasn't sure how it happened. It's not like she planned it, she didn't even think of Isaac like that until he sweaty and sexy and coming out of the locker room.

They said it was going to be a one-time thing, both of them smart enough to know that it shouldn't happen at all. But they were also too stupid to walk away. If they got caught, they could start an all out war. If they got caught, they'd probably get themselves killed – not to mention other people. Maybe that was part of the allure; maybe the adrenalin rush was part of what was going on between them.

"Fuck me!" Sofia cried out, as Isaac pumped a third finger in, while his thumb grazed over her spot. Sofia wasn't sure why she thought Isaac was inexperienced in this field, but she was more then happy to be proven wrong.

"At least take me to dinner first," Isaac said, as he laughed into her neck, before he kissed her deeply.

If Sofia really thought about it, which she refused to do. If she really thought about it, it wouldn't be hard to figure out why she was deciding to sneak around with Isaac. As much as Sofia didn't want to admit that Harry had gotten into her head, he had. The trip to Holmes Chapel was making her brain spin. The changes at home, her changing relationship with Liam, the new family friendly environment. It was all getting to her. She had so many feelings about her father, and herself, and her past and her mistakes, and she didn't want to deal with any of it. She didn't want to think about their death, and she didn't want to invest in making herself a better person. Isaac was a distraction, something that could take her mind off everything.
If anyone else needed to be distracted from life, it would be Isaac. He had his own issues at home. Isaac was better at hiding his issues then Sofia, he didn't act out like she did. But if anyone enjoyed getting really high, and then fucking – it was Isaac. He was always looking for a distraction, in any girl. They made him forget about his guilt, and his life, and his father. He knew just as well as Sofia that he shouldn't be finger fucking her in the back his smoked up car, but he didn't care. Isaac wasn't much for rebelling, or arguing, or fighting back out loud – that was more of a Sofia thing. But, he could rebel this way. Sofia was a beautiful girl, and she was one hundred percent off limits. Just him being on top of her could cause an all out gang war, and something about that excited him – and knowing that he was getting away with it. That satisfied him.

Neither of them wanted to get hurt, and they certainly didn't want to get anyone hurt. That wasn't the intention. For both of them, it was a control thing. They couldn't control anything else in their world – but this they could. They could sneak around, and decide where they went and what they did, and they were deliberately rebelling against everything that confined them. This wasn't just a quick finger bang; this was a cry for help on both ends. It's just that neither of them cared to acknowledge that.

"Jesus Christ," Sofia growled as she caught her breath, and Isaac pulled his fingers out.

"That's not my name," Isaac said, wiping her juices on his jeans, "But if you want to worship me, that's cool."

"Shut up," Sofia laughed, sitting up, and looking around. The parking lot was pretty much empty; she wasn't worried about getting caught.

"You want me to return the favor?" Sofia asked, as she buttoned up her school shirt, looking up at him.

"After the blow job you gave me this morning?" Isaac asked, raising his eyebrows, "Nah, I'll be repaying you for that for a long time."

"It's a fucking dirty mouth, but it can do beautiful things," Sofia said, winking at him.

"Fuck, don't I know it," Isaac agreed, before reaching up to the center console and pulled out a blunt, "You want to get lit?"

"Can't," Sofia said, shaking her head, "I've a shit load of work to do before schools gets out in 2 weeks, and if I don't pass – I'm pretty sure Liam will kick my fucking ass."

"Look at Liam, straightening you out and making you a itty bitty school girl..."

"Shut the fuck up, before I kick your fucking ass," Sofia growled, glaring at him.

"You can try," Isaac said, wiggling his eyebrows, "But I'm bigger."

"Size has never mattered," Sofia said.

"Oh, believe me baby, size fucking matters," Isaac said, with a cocky grin on his face.

"You're an idiot," Sofia mumbled, leaning back and relaxing into the car seats.

"We're both idiots," Isaac said, glancing over at her and suddenly getting serious, "If we get caught..."

"We won't," Sofia, said, "We won't get caught."

"But if we do, you know what could happen?" Isaac asked

"Yeah, you're entire family and friend group would be wiped off the planet..." Sofia said.

"Yeah, if we didn't wipe you guys off first," Isaac growled.

Sofia laughed loudly and obnoxiously, "That's hysterical," she cried out in laughter, as Isaac rolled his eyes at her, before glaring.

"You know, they'd kill us. What we're doing, there's no coming back from it, and my father would put a bullet through my head..."

"I know," Sofia said quietly.

"And Liam? Don't you think he'd kill you?" Isaac asked, looking at her.

"Liam has probably always looked for an excuse to off me, so probably," Sofia said lightly, smiling at her not so funny joke.

"What are we doing here, Sof?" Isaac asked, "Is what were doing worth a gang war and our lives?"

"You tell me," Sofia said, looking over at him, raising her eyebrows,

"There's two of us doing this."

"We could leave," Isaac said, leaning over, "I could start this car and drive. We could be miles away and on a fucking train to somewhere before they even caught on."

"Come Isaac, you'd never leave," Sofia growled, "It's not even something to joke about."

"The gang means that much to you? You wouldn't even consider leaving? Getting away? Trying to live a normal life?"

"Never," Sofia growled, "It's my gang. I would never leave my gang."

"Funny," Isaac mumbled, before looking ahead.

"What?"

"You'd think you'd be more upset about leaving your family, but it's the business and life you'd miss – not the people."

"Don't fucking start," Sofia growled, rolling her eyes, "I already have one Harry Styles trying to figure out my fucking head and get me to see things differently – I don't need you doing the same shit. Just shut your mouth, and let me suck your dick. It's not a hard concept."

"Actually, it's a very hard concept," Isaac said, laughing and wiggling his eyebrows as Sofia hit him playfully.

***


"Are you five seriously passing around a joint right now?" Sofia asked, as all five boys turned around surprised.

"I'm not smoking," Liam said, throwing his hands up, "And did you walk home?"

"Yeah, I enjoy the fresh air," Sofia said.

"Want a hit?" Zayn asked, passing her the joint. Sofia took it, taking a long hit.

"How was your day?" Liam asked.

"Long," Sofia said, as she let out the smoke, "I don't get to pretend to work, while actually passing a joint around."

"I'm not smoking," Liam repeated, "It's just these four idiots."

"Fuck off, I'm not smoking either," Niall said, as Sofia passed the joint back to Zayn.

"So listen, we think we found something on the warehouse...." Liam said.

"Oh yeah?" Sofia replied, looking up at him.

"Yeah, we think it was a group based in London, small street gang, looking to get their dick wet..." Zayn hissed.

"And how did we come to this conclusion?" Sofia asked

"Only thing that makes sense right now," Harry said, hopping up onto the porch railing, "A few of their associates were seen right outside of town a few days before the hit, they need guns and street cred – to get bigger into drugs. But, we don't have solid proof. Yet."

"Anything I can do? Get us some proof?" Sofia asked, looking at her brother. She hadn't worked a job in what seemed like forever, she was getting ancy.

"Nah, not yet, I'll let you know though," Liam said, "Just be on the look out. If we know about them, and they know about us... who knows where this is going to go."

"They got a name?" Sofia asked.

"They call themselves the Suns, they're Mexican," Louis said, amusement in his eyes.

"You're kidding me..." Sofia said, "What a pussy name."

"That's what I said," Zayn growled, "I don't know why we're waiting for proof..."

"I agree, let's just go take care of these assholes," Harry said, looking at Liam.

"We wait. I don't need this shit spinning out of control, and I'm not going to kill people who did nothing wrong. We need proof. And if it is them, it won't be long until they make a move," Liam said.

"He's right, it pains me, but he's right..." Sofia said.

"I'm what?" Liam asked, holding his ear mockingly, "What did you say? Sorry I just couldn't hear you..."

"Shut the fuck up," Sofia hissed, as a car pulled up. The six of them turned to see Danielle and Eleanor getting out of the car with Andy and many many bags.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Liam growled, staring at the bags, as Danielle walked towards the porch, "How much did you spend?"

"None of your business," Danielle snapped, her attitude cold, surprising Sofia.

"It is my damn business, it's my damn money," Liam barked at Danielle, also surprising Sofia. She glanced at the other boys, who were all pointedly looking away from the scene.

"You've never asked me before about the money I spend," Danielle growled.

"I told you we didn't need this shit," Liam barked, "I told you I didn't want to do this."

"Well, Liam, our marriage and relationship doesn't work that way. It's a partnership and compromise. And seeing as I'm compromising some of what I want –"

"Don't start with this baby shit again," Liam barked at her, but Danielle didn't back down.

"It's just some redecorating, Liam!" Danielle snapped, "It's not a big deal!"

"It is a big deal, you aren't doing what your told!" Liam hissed.

"I am not a dog, Liam Payne. Your commands don't work in this marriage," Danielle hissed back, before storming past him and into the house, Liam following behind her.

Sofia turned to the four boys and Eleanor shocked and confused. Danielle and Liam never acted like that, especially Liam.

"What the hell is going on?" Sofia asked

"Mum and dad are fighting," Louis said.

"I figured that out, thanks," Sofia growled.

"Danielle wants to re-do the house, make it more of a home. Make more comfortable and livable, more of a family environment..." Eleanor said quietly.

"Okay, so?" Sofia asked, "Doesn't that fit right in with Liam's Adams family, Brady bunch, plan?"

"We thought so too," Zayn said, "But he told her he wanted the house to stay exactly as is..."

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah," Niall said, "Which you know, ticked Dani off a bit..."

"Ah, I don't think it's the decorating that's ticking her off," Harry said, "I think it's Liam's lack of enthusiasm about making the house livable for
babies..."

"Whatever it is, it's none of our business and we should stay out of it," Eleanor said, giving each other of the boys a warning look.

"But I hate when mom and dad fight," Louis whined, causing everyone to groan.

"I mean it, Louis Tomlinson, stay out of it." Eleanor warned, before walking into the house.

"It's so apparently clear who wears the pants in your relationship," Zayn said, shaking his head.

"Shut up," Louis snapped, before turning and following Eleanor into the house.

"Where the hell have you been?!" a voice cried, startling Sofia as she turned around. Katie and Emily were rushing up the driveway.

"We've been calling you for the last few hours..." Emily said, finally reaching Sofia.

"Sorry, phone was off," Sofia said, looking at them confused, "What's going on?"

"We need to talk to you," Katie said, glancing at the boys, "In private."

"What'd you do now?" Harry asked.

"Not you," Sofia quipped back, before motioning the girls into the house with her.



***


"What do you mean they were looking for me?" Sofia asked, as she sat on her bed with Katie and Emily.

"I mean, they followed us out of the school parking lot and specifically asked us where they could find you," Katie said.

"You didn't recognize them?" Sofia asked.

"No, not at all. I don't think they're from around here," Emily said quietly, looking concerned.

"Did they tell you why they wanted to see me?" Sofia asked.

"No, and when we asked, they told us to mind our own business," Katie hissed, "They didn't look particularly friendly, Sofia. In fact, the two of them looked pretty mean, and dangerous. Tattoos everywhere, big mean eyes, and scowls that could give you a run for the money."

"Okay," Sofia said, nodding.

"We should tell Liam, Sofia," Emily said, her voice concerned and her eyes wide and scared.

"No," Sofia said, shaking her head wildly, "Liam has got enough to worry about. It's probably nothing. I probably just pissed off two guys at the club, and they want to talk about it – or something like that..."

"And if it's not that?" Katie hissed, "What if this has to do with the warehouse? What if this is the move we all keep talking about?"

"No offense, Katie," Sofia sighed, getting off the bed, "But neither you or Emily are important enough for a next move, and if these guys were real threats, they would have been able to find me on her own. Believe me, this is nothing to be worried about."

"How are you not a little freaked out?" Emily asked, "What if they are dangerous?"

"I can handle it," Sofia said, "Believe me it's nothing to worry about!"

"What's nothing to worry about?" Louis asked, as he stepped into the door, scaring all three girls.

"Nothing," they all said at the same time, causing Louis to cock his head and squint his eyes in curiosity.

"We should get going," Katie said, scrambling for the door, as Emily followed her out the door quickly.

"What's going on?" Louis asked, stepping further into the bedroom.

"Nothing," Sofia said, "Just school drama, something about a boy or two, apparently they want me... as usual."

"What's there to handle?" Louis asked, "They causing you trouble or something?"

"Is this big brother act that's supposed to be happening around here?" Sofia asked, "Are you going to get all protective now and be annoying and try and scare of all the boys?"

"I've always been protective and annoying, and I won't have to try to scare them off – I will scare them off," Louis said, "So why don't you tell me what's going on?"

"There's nothing going on," Sofia said, her voice came off as sincere and convincing, "I promise."

"Okay," Louis sighed, shrugging, "But you know that if you need anything –"

"Yeah, I got it... big brother," Sofia sighed, annoyed.

"What are you two talking about?" Liam asked, stepping into the bedroom,
"Did you tell her?"

"Tell me what?" Sofia asked, looking between the two of them, "And doesn't anybody knock around here?"

"My house, my room, I don't need to knock," Liam growled, "Louis was supposed to come here to tell you to be ready to go out to dinner in an hour. We're all going into town for the dining under the stars thing."

"Dining under the stars?" Sofia scoffed, "Are you sucking up to your wife after being a giant dick? Trying to redeem your chances of getting laid?"

"I'm not beyond hitting you," Liam growled.

"You want to tell me why you were being such a dick?" Sofia asked, looking at her brother.

"None of your business," Liam snapped.

"Okay, well, if it is about the house..." Sofia said, "I get it. It's fucked up house, but it's where we were raised, changing it is kind of scary. It's almost like, really saying goodbye..."

"Yeah," Liam agreed quietly, "Exactly. I knew you'd understand, I knew you'd agree."

"I don't agree," Sofia said, quietly, causing Liam confusion, "It's just a house, Liam. Let her make it a home."



***


"We have to wait 10 minutes for a table," Liam said, "Because there are so many of us..."

"Great!" Sofia said, smiling widely, "Because I wanted to go check out that vintage store, they had a bracelet I was looking at earlier. Think I'm going to buy it."

"Alright, well, meet us back here in 10," Liam called, as Sofia turned from him and began to walk down the street.

"Shouldn't someone go with her?" Louis asked.

"No one's going to try anything on my sister in the middle of the main street of my town," Liam growled, "No one is stupid enough to do something like that."

Sofia entered the store, and approached the counter trying to find the bracelet.

"Can I help you?" the lady across asked her.

"Yeah, can I just look at that silver one?" Sofia asked, pointing to the bracelet.

"Good choice," a voice hissed from beside her, causing her to look up. A olive skinned boy was looking down at her with dark mean eyes, a paler boy stood behind him. Both were abnormally tall, and it became very clear to Sofia that they were here for her.

"Thanks, not that I asked for your opinion," Sofia said, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, actually, you can," the olive skinned boy said, "You can tell me what a pretty girl like you was doing with Harry Styles in Holmes Chapel the other week..."

Sofia paused, her heart thumping once a little loud. How did they know where she was? And why were they concerned about Harry?

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sofia said, "I go a lot of places with a lot of people..."

"Oh, darling, you know what I'm talking about..." the boy said, leaning down close to her face.

"What was Harry doing in Holmes Chapel?" the paler boy asked.

"You would have to ask him that," Sofia snapped, annoyed.

"We're asking you," the boy replied.

"Why do you care?" Sofia hissed, "Who are you?"

"We're the ones asking the questions, love," the olive boy growled, "Don't get brave."

"I'm not telling you shit," Sofia hissed, "What do you care about Harry?"

"Harry and us have a long history, my dear," the pale boy said, "We're just checking up on an old friend, that's all."

"I'll be sure to tell him you checked in, can I give him names?" Sofia growled.

"No, but here's what you can tell him," the boy with olive skin said, as he grabbed Sofia's arm and pulled her close to him, "You can tell Harry Styles that if he ever steps back into Holmes Chapel again, he won't walk out alive. I don't care whose group or gang he belongs to. He's not welcome. You can also tell him we're watching, very carefully."

"Is this a dick complex thing?" Sofia asked, "Cause I can't help you with that. Is this a our dicks bigger then your dick?"

"You know the size of his dick, huh?" the pale one asked, "Figures he'd catch a groupie gang slut like yourself. They always were his thing."

"You don't know shit," Sofia hissed, pushed the olive boy away from her,

"And your threats are wearing old, so why don't you just get the fuck out of my town before it's too late for you to leave alive!"

"Careful sweetie," the olive boy hissed, lifting his sweatshirt and showing his gun, causing Sofia to catch her breath in surprise and in fear, "We'd hate for anyone to get hurt."

"We'll be on our way," the pale boy said, "Just tell Harry we said hi."
They both stepped away from Sofia, and moved towards the exit. Neither of them taking their eyes off of Sofia, who wouldn't take her eyes off of them either.

"I'll be sure to do that," she replied, her voice angry and bitter.

"Just a warning, darling," the pale boy said, as he opened the door, "Bitches that hang around Harry Styles usually end up dead. Usually by his own hand."

Before Sofia could reply, they were out the door. Catching her breath, Sofia put the bracelet down before racing out the door behind them. But before she could get any further she slammed into someone.

"Nothings going on, huh?" Louis asked, looking down at her with an annoyed look.

"Shit," Sofia hissed, looking up at him.

"I knew you were lying through your fucking teeth," Louis growled, "You alright? Who were those guys who just ran out of here?"

"No one," Sofia said, looking down the street to see if she could still see them.

"Did you find her?" a voice came, startling her. She looked up to see Harry standing there, "Oh good you did."

"Yeah, I found her," Louis said, still staring at Sofia.

"Our table is ready," Harry said, stepping to her, with a wide smile, "I saved you a spot next to me..."

Sofia moved backwards on instinct. The boys warning echoing in her head. Bitches who hang around Harry Styles end up dead. Usually by his own hand.

"You okay?" Harry asked, he was concerned.

"I'm fine," Sofia said quietly, her voice stiff, as she stared at him. She was seeing him differently now. She couldn't help it.

"Why are you looking at me like I'm going to eat you?" Harry asked, joking with a smile on her face.

"No reason," Sofia said, seriously, "I mean, I'm not..."

"Seriously, you're freaking me out..." Harry growled, "Knock it off."

"Let's just get to dinner," Sofia said, brushing past him, but Harry grabbed her arm before she could.

"Don't fucking touch me Harry!" Sofia screeched, pushing him off her , and leaving him shocked and confused, "Don't ever fucking touch me again."

"What the hell was that?" Harry asked Louis, as Sofia hurried down the street.

"I don't know, but whatever is was, it wasn't good."