She's Mine.

Moving

*Niall's P.O.V*

He not going with him! He has no right to take Sydney! Bastard! I pulled Sydney to the side of me and crossed my arms. "No way are you taking her! She's Mine.". I shouted. I don't really care about the whole street hearing. She's mine and I won't let her go!.

"Well..". A podgy woman stepped beside the man. "She's defiantly not yours for keeping sir, she must come with us, I'm a social worker, and I'm afraid that Sydney Scott here is too young to live by herself". The fat ass motherfucking bitch said. Calm Niall.

"I'm looking after her".

"No. No your not. We will. Miss Scott we would appreciate it if you go and pack some off your essentials, we can come back later and get anything else you might need. Now. And as for you Horan, I don't care who you are, famous or not, she's now ours". The fat ass declared. Someone got out of the wrong side of the bed. Gee. I looked back at Sydney who was literally shaking. I pulled her in close. "There's no way your going". I whispered loud enough for the social workers to hear, as I kissed the top of her head.

"If you don't give her over Mr.Horan, we have permission to call backup and the police, are you sure you want to give up your life I'm jail for a troubled immature child?". She smiled sweetly, WHAT?!.

"DONT YOU DARE TALK ABOUT SYDNEY LIKE THAT! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HER! YOU FAT ASS MOTHERFU-". I yelled before Sydney kissed my lips. "Stop, please". She whimpered, looking down at my big hands.

"But-".

"No buts Ni". She looked into my eyes sadly, hopped up the steps and a few minutes later came down with two duffle bags, a rucksack and a big handbag. The male prick took her bags and loaded them in the van. Lou, Zayn, Perrie and Harry came out of the kitchen. Perrie grabbed Sydney's arm as she was walking out the door. "Hey hey hey!! What's going on here!". She asked, whilst shrieking . "She". I said whilst pointing at the woman. "Is taking my girl, she's underage to live without adult supervision". I exclaimed emphasising my words.

"There must be some mistake here! Were looking after her!". Perrie tried.

As the van pulled off the curb, leaving with my Sydney. I turned around to Perrie crying in Zayn's arms. Harry and Louis were standing there mouths wide open, I guess Liam, Lauren, El must've come in late but early enough to know whys happening. "To that panic room!". El cheered. She installed the 'Panic Room' ages ago when the whole Chatlie thing happened.

She hates death, so much. Not that we didn't hate it, especially Harry since they had this thing going on, but El is badly emotionally sacred.

Her mother was continuously raped and beat by her father. He abused them both like that. It got better when she met Louis. He put her father where he should be, jail, her mother is now living large and successful as a Interior Designer with her Husband.

As we all gathered in the panic room around the large table, Liam stood up. "As we all know, Sydney is currently being held captive in the enemy base". Liam's dad was in the army so one year whilst he was away fighting, Liam trained himself, I guess it kinda stuck. We all learnt to live with it.

"We need a plan to successfully, and efficiently get her back. Any ideas? No idea is a bad idea". He smiled. Lauren smiled at Liam and snuck back to the radio on the wall, she put in a cd and Rihanna and Jay-Z, Run this Town played. She makes me laugh.

Liam sat down as no one came up with any ideas.

Everyone looked at Zayn and Perrie because they had started to whisper things to each other. "Liam, as its not actual war-". Zayn stated.

"Affirmative".

"Uhh ok? Anyways and it's not war, me and Zayn, wanted to ask Niall something". Perrie beamed.

"Me?". I asked totally confused. "Go ahead". I shrugged.