Mr. Right (A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction)

A New Old(Chapter 22)

hey so here is the next chapter!! This is a really long chapter by the way!

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After three hours the boys were finally done recording. Not like I was bored or anything, I just messed around with the guitars and pianos the whole time. We left saying goodbye to Clay on the way out. We hopped in the car and drove off. When I looked out the window I noticed that we were heading in the opposite direction then the way to the house.

"Um, boys?" They all answered me with a yes. "Where are we going?" They just smiled at each other and looked out the window. I huffed and sank back into my seat. What could be so secretive for these boys to keep a secret? They are horrible at lying and now they won't even tell me where we are going. Who even does that! I just really want to know where we are gong!

I felt my phone start to vibrate in my pocket and saw it was a text from a unknown number. My breath hitched in my throat and I picked it up to open it. My hands were shaking when I pressed read.

Sweetheart, did you really think that I wouldn't find the woman who adopted you?! It was too easy. And with that other "brother" of yours there it made it a little harder to do my job, but it got done in the end. Come to their house and give your self up to me in order to see them live another day. -Daddy

Oh my god. This last month has been torture with him telling me not to tell the boys or someone I love will get hurt, but I never thought that it would come to this. I dropped my phone on the car floor and tears stated to stream down my face. Niall turned and looked at me and asked me what was the matter. I pointed to my phone and he picked it up. When he finished reading it I saw tears in his eyes as well. He grabbed me and brought me into his chest and I started to sob.

"Paul," Niall said his voice cracking. "Change of plans. Take us to my mum's house and step on it. If we don't get their soon Mum might get hurt, or Greg for that matter." The boys turned and looked at us and saw our tears. Louis was the first to react by taking my phone out of Niall's hands and reading it. When he was done he gave it to Harry and held my hand. The phone went through all of the boys until it had finally reached Paul. He looked at it then pressed his foot to the gas taking us to Mum's house. What am I going to do?

ONE HOUR LATER

We finally reached Mum's house and had our plan in mind. I was going to enter the house and give myself to him in exchange for Mum and Greg. Paul and some other bodyguards were going to make sure that no one could enter or leave the house besides the front door. Once the house was secure the police were going to enter and no matter what, shot him and make sure that he could never hurt anyone ever again. The boys were told to stay outside in order to stay with Mum and Greg and so that they would not get shot.There was going to be an ambulance waiting as well in case anyone got hurt.  Of course, Niall and Louis objected to this plan saying they would not allow them to put me in danger and not have them come in. The boys and Paul talked some seance into them and made sure that they would not follow me or enter the house no matter what happened.

"Alright Ariana, its time." Paul said. I hugged Liam, Harry and Zayn first. I thanked Paul and told him that I was grateful for all he did. Then I went to Niall.

"Niall, I just want you to know that I love you and that you are the best brother that a girl could ever ask for." I said hugging him.

"It will be okay Ari." He replied with tears in his eyes. "I am not going to loss you, we are not going to loss each other. You are going to make it out of that house unharmed and that horrible man locked up forever. Make no mistake about that." Of course I knew it wasn't true. I know what he is capable of and I know he will try and hurt me one way or another. But, I just smiled up and him giving him a kiss on the check and turned to Louis. He had tears in his eyes and It looked like he was trying to hold it together but was failing miserably.