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?


22. Please Don't Take the Girl

Sam’s POV


I went downstairs, sat on the couch, and called Mom on my cell phone.  She answered on the third ring.  “Hello?”


“Hey, Mom.  It’s me.  I have great news—Zayn proposed to me!”




“Mom, I’m eighteen!”


“I don’t care!  You KNOW you’re not allowed to date that Cain boy!  Get your ass on the next plane home NOW!”




“Whatever!”  Mom hung up before I could say anything else, and I cried my eyes out on the couch.


“What’s wrong, love?” Zayn asked, joining me on the couch.


“I have to leave you,” I blubbered.


Zayn put his arms around me.  “Why?”


“Well, I just called my mom and told her I was engaged, and she made me get on the next plane home.  I can’t marry you, Zayn.”


“Yes, you can!  Here, give me the ring.”


I hesitantly gave Zayn my ring, and he put it in his jacket pocket.


“I’ll keep the ring until your mom lets us be together.  How does that sound?”




Charity’s POV


By the next day, we’d all helped Sam pack her bags.  We left for the airport that morning for her 10 am flight.  “I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Zayn said, hugging Sam.  “For 20 hours, I was engaged to the most beautiful girl in the world.”


A tear ran down her face.


“Baby, don’t cry.  We’ll work it out.”


Sam and Zayn shared a long, passionate kiss, which I took a picture of.  I would send it to her phone later.  Then, Sam got on the plane.




Sam’s POV


Seven hours later, I arrived in Trenton.  When Mom saw me carrying Christabelle, she grew furious.


“Who the fuck is THAT?!” she demanded, pointing at Christabelle.


“Mom, please!  Not in front of the baby!” I said.  “This is my six-month-old daughter Christabelle.”


“Not for long, she’s not.  I’m gonna send her to an orphanage, and you will NEVER see her again!”


“I won’t let you!  Zayn and I love her very much and we can’t lose her!”


Mom grunted.  I got in my car (which I’d left here when I first ran away to London) and drove home, Mom following me.




That night, I let Christabelle sleep in my bed with me since Mom didn’t have a crib for her.  But the next morning, I woke up to find her gone.  “Christabelle?” I said, looking over the side of the bed.  She wasn’t there.  I looked all around the room, thinking maybe she crawled out of bed.  But she didn’t.  Angry now, I put on my robe and went downstairs to confront Mom.


“Mom, where’s Christabelle?” I asked.


“I sent her to the orphanage,” she said.


My heart shattered.  “WHAT?!  I TOLD YOU NOT TO!”  I burst into tears and ran back up to my room to call Charity.




Charity’s POV


Liam and I were coaxing London to walk to us when the phone rang.  Niall answered it.  “Hello…?  Oh, hey, Sam.  Why are you crying…?  I can’t understand you.  Calm down and repeat what you said…oh, you wanna talk to Charity?  Okay, just a minute, love.”  Niall approached me and gave me the phone.  “Sam’s on the phone for you.”


“Thanks,” I said, taking the phone from Niall.  “Hello, Sam?”


“My mom sent Christabelle to an orphanage!” Sam blubbered.


“Oh, my God!  Zayn will be devastated!”


“I know, that’s why I don’t want you to tell him.”


“What?!  But he needs to know!”


“I need to know what?” Zayn asked.  He’d joined us in the living room.  “Let me talk to her.”


I gave the phone to Zayn.




Zayn’s POV


“Hey, Sam.  What do I need to know?” I asked.


“Are you sitting down?” Sam asked.


I sat down on the couch.  “I am now.  What’s up?”


Sam burst into tears.


“Calm down, love!  Why are you crying?”


“My mom sent Christabelle to an orphanage!”


My heart sank into my stomach.  “Meet me at the airport.  I’m gonna help you find her.”




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