The Parent Search (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

The FaceTime Call and Explainations

(Hey guys!!! I'm back! ARE YOU READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER?!?!? Well, here you go!!! Love you lots!! <3 Banana Birdy!!)

*Liam's POV*

I pin Paisley against the wall and give her a nice, hard glare. The sudden brute force shocks her for a moment, but she stays calm and passive.

"Who do you think you are?" I spit in her face, "You think you can just waltz in here and split my buddies head open and get away with it? Or maybe you think you can literally kidnap Tiffany and leave her with a lunatic that took her away to do who knows what to her!!! WHO HIRED YOU?!?!?!"

"Liam, STOP!!" I hear Missie yell, but everyone is frozen in place not daring to mess with me when I'm angry.

"Tell me." I snap in her face, but she stays quiet. "I won't ask you again. Who... hired... you?"

"I'm not hired by anyone, Liam. I'm trying to help." She quietly says. Not hired by anyone? Then why did she give up Tiff? And I'm pretty sure she doesn't know what the definition of help is because giving Tiffany up didn't help anyone.

"Well, let me tell you, you're terrible at helping. Helping isn't giving up on a person and handing them right to the enemy. Helping isn't putting a gash in someone's forehead. Helping is finding a way to save everyone. Helping is keeping someone else safe before yourself. Helping is doing everything in your power to make sure that the good guys don't die or get hurt for that matter. What you're doing isn't even close to helping." I say, releasing my grip on her. I turn around and walk towards Niall and Louis. I can feel the heat in my cheeks from that little outburst, but I might just stick with being mad. If she thinks she can just ruin my life and lives of my friends, she's got another thing coming. I grab Louis's arm and pull him up off the ground. Little Miss No Ones a Bad Guy over here just stares at my blankly as if I did something wrong.

"You don't know the half of it." Paisley says.

"I know enough!" I say, not even glancing back.

"No. You don't! You don't know me, you don't know my plan, you don't know the circumstances I'm in, you don't understand that I'm stuck in this stupid business I didn't even plan on getting myself into, you don't know my past, you don't know what they would do to me or Tiffany's parents if they found out what I knew, you don't know the only reason Tiff's parents are still alive, you don't know that Missie's boyfriend is there with Tiffany protecting her, you don't know that I was sent here to kill you, you don't know a lot about me and I am trying to be the good guy for once. I've had enough of killing people! I've had enough of trying to ignore the fact that what I'm doing is wrong. I've had enough of being the robot that does whatever someone programs her to do. I'm done following orders and I'm done with this argument! I came here to help and apparently no one thinks I'm capable of helping, so I'll just leave you to your precious plans you had before and let another assassin come and kill you. How does that sound?" she says and now I'm speechless. She was sent here to kill us? But she's not. And she's not going to...Why? Because of Tiffany? Because she's sick of killing people?

I can't force myself to respond, but Missie has no trouble begging for forgiveness, "No. Don't leave! Please! The reason they went out to look for you was to get you to help us find Tiffany and that's why you came to us, right?" Paisley nods, "And now it's not just about Tiffany..."

"Wait. Someone else is kidnapped, too?" Louis asks. She turns to face us and I can see a streak of pain flash through her features as she nods.

"That's another reason why we need Paisley. It's not just about my cousin anymore. They have taken every one of my best friends and, not to mention, my boyfriend is working undercover over there. If they find out about him, he's dead. Isn't that right, Paisley?" Missie says, peering over at the scared, yet strong face in the corner. Paisley nods her head walking towards the circle we've formed.