Love In the Niall River *Completed*

Purr Purr,Hiss Hiss

Tori:

Sam slid down the railing decked out in her neon purple tankini, with short shorts covering the bottom. She landed triumphantly, then went to go get the kids into their swimsuits. "We're all going swimming after breakfast, so I hope you guys have swim trunks." She informed as she returned with 3 giggling tots. "Simming, simming, simming, SIMMING!" Marcus squealed. "Swimming, silly." Minnie informed. "Not simming."

"Simming!" Marcus insisted. "Wight Aunty Sam-I-Is?" He asked, giving Sam a hug. "Really?" Hanna asked, rolling her eyes. "Yes." Sam said bluntly, as she and the kids went upstairs. "Everyone done? Then grab your dishes and put 'em in the dishwasher." Hanna nuzzled up to Harry. "Harry, will you carry mine?" Harry opened his mouth, but Ky said briskly,"No, everyone carries his-or her-own. Deal with it." I inwardly smiled. "Wait, don't we have to let the food digest?" Liam asked. Alexia smirked. "Why? We can just sit in the frikin' huge hottub until it's digested." Ky's mouth dropped, as did the boys. "We'll unpack and get changed." Niall said as they took off. "I didn't bring a swimsuit. I expected to buy one." Hanna said. "What cup size are you?" I asked.

"She's my size, I'll take care of it." Ky said as she led Hanna upstairs. Sam and the tots emerged minutes later. I had put on my swimsuit already and we headed to the pool together. M&M and Luvee were all enjoying the baby pool, and Sam and I were enjoying the hot tub when Ky and Hanna showed up. "Alright, get out." Hanna sneered. Sam flipped her head up. "It's my hot tub, so you can't boss me around." Hanna sneered. "Well, get out, you shallow sl*t. I'm not sharing a hot tub with you b*tches." Sam, ignoring the insults, replied cooly,"Then don't get in. We've got 'real-life' fever." Hanna hissed, and, without warning, clawed Sam across the face. Sam's cuts began to bleed, but Sam ignored it. "Can't you take a hint you stupid wh*res? Listen sl*ts, leave 1D alone b*tches!" Hanna screamed.

Liam:

We were all walking to the pool when we heard someone screaming. "...Listen sl*ts, leave 1D alone b*tches!" Hanna screamed. "What are you talking about! You just clawed Sam!" Tori yelled. "The only one you've fooled is Harry!" Ky yelled, and as we opened the door, we saw Hanna slap Ky. "Ky!" Louis yelled, and Hanna turned around. "Harry!" Hanna paled. "She hit me!" She said, pointing at Ky, who had Louis cradeling her face. "Really, who hit Sam?" Tori scowled, then Niall gasped. Sam's left cheek had 4 smudgy blood marks on it. He rushed over to her. "The crazy little kids over there! I saw it!" Hanna said quickly. Ky started forward, but Sam beat her to it. Lunging at Hanns, she pinned her to the floor easily. "One of those 'crazy little kids over there', is possibly my last living relative! And they would never do that! And blaming 3 and 4 year olds to cover your sh*t up is dispicable!" Sam snapped, blood trickling down her cheek. "Harry, help me!" Hanna squealed. Harry looked stunned. Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head. "Did you hit her?" He asked, pointing to Sam. Hanna shook her head. "We all saw you hit Ky, and Tori and Ky saw you hit Sam. So the odds are not in your favor today." Niall scowled. "And by the way, we are not sl*ts, b*tches, or wh*res. However, you're most likely all of the above. Now get out of my house." Sam added, hauling Hanna to her feet. "You can't do this to me!" Hanna squealed again. "Let's face facts Hanna: I've hauled trash out of my house more times then I'd like to count. And as long as trash keeps showing up on my property, I'll keep hauling it off." Sam said firmly. "You've insulted me, you've insulted my friends, you've insulted my family... Just, get off my property before I have to drag you off it." Sam scowled. "Harry, she can't-" Hanna started, then Harry gave her a look. "She has every right to. It's her house, and, since we're done, your invitation has expired." Hanna's mouth dropped, then Sam dragged her out of the house. "She doesn't have anywhere to go." I stated slowly. Harry shrugged. "She's got money. As long as she doesn't come back, I don't care." Sam returned, a damp cloth over her cuts, and smiled. "Swimming?"