Kidnapped (A one direction fanfic)

-Kidnapped- Chapter 10

***Niall's pov***

What.The.Fuck.Did.Liam.Do.

He just made the most beautiful and funny girl leave us. We had a chance to be a real family type thing. Liam being the total dick he is refused her!

Who the hell refuses when someone you know and love is with bad people or in a jam?!

I stormed downstairs and into the living room were Liam was putting a cold washcloth on Zayn's forehead.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled at Liam.

He slowly looked at me and sighed.

"I did what was best." He claimed.

"DID WHAT WAS BEST?! THAT WAS NOT FOR THE FUCKING BEST?! THEY ARE GOING TO TEACH HER TO USE HER POWERS FOR BAD!! PLUS SHE HAS LIKE DOUBLE THE POWER BECAUSE OF BEING RELATED TO SYLVIA!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTER THEN THS!" I yelled at Liam. I was beyond pissed I couldn't even look at him or he just might end up like Zayn.

"I-I didn't think of that." He stuttered.

"Yeah. You really messed up." I said calmer then before.

"What did he do?" Louis says appearing out of thin air.

"Go head tell him." I said harshly.

"I made a mistake." He said.

"No fuck! You little-" I cut myself off before I said something I didn't want to.

"Just tell me." Louis said annoyed.

Silence.

Well that pissed me off more then I already was. He couldn't even admit to what he did.

"HE TOLD EMILIA SHE COULDN'T COME BACK TO US!" I yelled.

"What." Someone sniffled.

Oh, shit. Harry.

"Nothing." I said.

"No tell me." He said stepping closer.

"Tell 'em." I said.

"I said Emilia couldn't live with us because she said no once and I won't have her walk out on us again!" Liam yelled.

"FUCK!" Harry exclaimed.

"YOU BASTARD!" He yelled lunging himself at Liam.

Louis stepped in front of Liam making Harry hit Louis.

Louis grunted and fell back. Harry was on top of Louis his face holding nothing but pure anger.

"What the fuck happened? Where's Emilia?" We heard Zayn groan.

"Harry snapped your neck and Emilia is never coming back thanks to Liam." I said.

We heard the door open and Emilia walked in.

***Emilia's pov***

I needed to pack my clothes but I didn't want to face them.

I heard groans coming from the house. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

All eyes were on me. Zayn was laid on the couch with an ice pack on his neck.

I ran to him and knelt down. I cupped his cheeks and I felt the tears rim my eyes.

"Don't worry babe I'm alive." He said. I smiled tears of sadness turned to tears of joy.

"Thank god your alive." I cried.

I stood up and turned around. I was immediately hit with a stare of four guys.

"Sorry I came for stuff." I mumbled passing them and heading upstairs.

"GO TALK TO HER!" An Irish accent yelled.

Then I heard a loud groan and loud stomps climbing the stairs.

I finally found the duffle bag that the boys first packed when I came here.

I was packing when I heard a small creak coming from the door.

"Look, I'm sorry." Liam said.

"No, I get it. I'm not wanted here." I said holding back tears.

"That's not at all what-" Liam started but I interjected.

"No Liam you said no. I know when I'm not wanted." I mumbled.

"You can live-" he stared yet again but I cut him off again.

"Liam I don't want you make you feel like I'm making you let me stay here." I told him packing a few more shirts before moving into jeans.

"Your not making me do anything." He claimed.

"You said no. The boys are mad at you and you have a bunch of pressure on you so your saying these things because you think it's what you want, but what you really want is for everything to go back to normal." I stated and started packing shorts.

"Please Emilia." He pleaded.

"Liam you are doing what's best. I'm breaking the band a part. Like you said Harry snapped Zayn's neck because of me. Harry lunged at you, I'm not wanted and I'm a very bad per- vampire." I told him grabbing some socks and shoes.

"Bye Liam." I said. I walked out of the room and back downstairs.

Harry, Louis, and Niall were having a conversation with their minds. Like you can tell by the dumb faces they make and when you walk in between them you get a strong feeling of 'get the fuck away'.

I was about to walk out the door when someone grabbed my wrist.

"Please don't go." Harry pleaded.

"We need you." He continued.

"I'll visit." I said. Since I caught him off guard I was successful in pulling my wrist out of his grasp.

Them I left without looking back.