Our Baby (Zianourry) ON HOLD

Chapter 17

"How the hell are you-?" Niall cuts himself off, trailing off in thought. His hands wave wildly in the air as he speaks, his blue eyes as wide as saucers. 

"Alive?" Nick finishes for him, clasping his hands together in front of his body, the smug smirk on his face growing impossibly wider.

"Yes. You should be dead," Liam states plainly, crossing his arms over his chest. "I killed you myself."

"Hmm," Nick says thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side. "Did you really?"

Liam growls, loudly, his eyes flashing at the man standing before him. "How are you not dead?"

"Simple, my friend." Nick says, corners of his mouth tugging up into another stupid smile when Liam bares his fangs at the nickname. "Let's just say, I know a witch."

"And what does that-" Liam starts, only to be cut off by Zayn.

"The witch put a spell on him. Probably the same witch that put the spell on Harry."

-

"I wonder how it's going in there." I say, nervously chewing on my lower lip.

"Everything's alright, lovely." Louis assures, his hands rubbing circles into my shoulders.

Calum stands next to us, off to the side a foot or two.

My nervous chewing continues, and subconsciously I grab hold of Louis' shirt, clenching the fabric between my fists. "Do you think they've found her yet?" I ask.

"I don't know, H. I hope so."

-

"Give us our daughter back, Nicholas, or so help me this time you will actually die." Liam threatens, taking an intimidating step forward.

Nick chuckles. "I would," He says. "But unfortunately I'm not the one who has her. She's with that witchy friend of mine I was telling you about."

"I'll kill her too."

"You could try, but I think we both know that would just end up with Harry dead, and trust me, none of us want that to happen, am I right?"

All of the men let out growls, Ashton and his mates for him threatening their friend, and Harry's Alphas for him threatening their mate. Liam doesn't bother wasting anymore time, moving forward to attack Nic, when he's stopped by a woman's voice. "Stop, Liam."

Liam automatically freezes in confusion, turning around to find the source of the voice. His eyes land on a woman, with long, dark colored hair, a smile on her face. "Who are you, and how do you know my name?" Liam demands.

That changes the woman's smile to a frown, her eyes turning sad. "What do you mean, Liam? Don't you remember me?"

"Am I supposed too?"

-

"This is taking a while," I mumble, fidgeting, my eyes locked on the door.

"Maybe they're about done," Louis tries to console me, but I can tell he's getting frustrated by the fact that he can't hear what's going on inside the house.

-

"Um, Liam." Niall says, turning to stare at the burly alpha, raising his eyebrows. "Explain, please."

"There's nothing to explain, that whole story was a lie." Liam says. He turns back to the woman, frowning. "None of that happened."

"It did." The woman nods her head. "You'll remember. But yes, for now, here's the baby. I'll go get her."