They Don't Know About Us (a Liam Payne fanfic)

Sixteen-year-old Charity Stewart's dream is to meet and possibly date Liam Payne from One Direction, but her dad won't let her date until she's eighteen. When Charity meets Liam, they date secretly for two months, but what will her dad do when she finds out she's pregnant with Liam's baby? And why is he so overprotective?


23. Finding Christabelle

Sam’s POV


I met Zayn at the airport at two in the afternoon, Trenton time.  He immediately saw me crying, ran over to me, and put his arms around me.


“Shhh…it’s alright, love.  We’ll find her.  That’s why I’m here,” he soothed.  “And after we find her, we’re gonna elope.”


I looked at Zayn with hopeful eyes.  “Really?”


“Yeah.  Your mum doesn’t want us together, so we’re gonna keep it a secret.”  Zayn kissed my forehead.


“Aw, you’re so sweet!”


Zayn retrieved his bags from baggage claim, and we went to my car and drove to the orphanage.  I knew exactly where it was, because I used to drive by it on the way to school.


When we got there, we went straight to the front desk.  I was still too heartbroken to say anything, so Zayn spoke for me.


“Hello, we’re here to see Christabelle Malik,” he said.


“Are you looking to adopt?” the caretaker asked.


“No, we’re her birth parents.  She was wrongly placed here by her grandmother.”


She smirked.  “You two look a little young to be parents.  I don’t think I believe you.”


“Well, her mum looks too young to be a grandmother, and you still took her in!”  Zayn pounded his fist on the desk.


“I will NOT have that attitude, young man!  Either calm down or leave.”


“I will NOT calm down until I get my baby girl back!  Do you even know who I am?!”




“I’m Zayn Malik from One Direction!”


“Oh, Zayn Malik from One Direction.  That changes everything!” the caretaker said sarcastically.


I decided to let the two of them argue while I went to look for Christabelle.


I found her in the playroom, lying motionless on the floor.  In fact, all the kids looked like they’d been hurt.  I touched her to see if she was breathing.  She was, but just barely.  I left the room to get Zayn.


“Zayn, come look!” I freaked.


Zayn followed me into the playroom, and his jaw dropped at what he saw.  “Holy mirrors!” he said, and ran back to the caretaker.  In the meantime, I called 911 for Christabelle.




Zayn’s POV


“I am APPALLED!” I shouted, pounding my fist on the caretaker’s desk.  This made her wince.  Good.  “I saw the condition of those poor kids, and I’ll have you arrested and this joint shut down!”


The caretaker laughed.  “What are you talking about, terrorist?”


“I’m NOT a terrorist!  If I was, I would’ve bombed your country by now!  And I found my daughter lying motionless on the floor!  Did you shake her?”


“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!  I would NEVER do such a thing!”


“Oh, really?  Then why do I hear ambulance sirens in the distance?”


“Your bastard wife called an ambulance, didn’t she?”


“Yes, she did.  And she’s not my wife, she’s my fiancée!  Now, without further ado, I’ll call the police on you!  What’s your name?”


“Patricia Hirsh.”


“Thank you.”  I called the cops on Miss Hirsh.  When they arrived, I stayed for questioning while Sam went to the hospital in the ambulance.  After the cop was done questioning me, I drove Sam’s car to her house to pack her bags for when we elope.


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