Piano Player Mystery (One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter Fifteen- Really?

 We stayed in my room for a good more ten minutes. Me and Liam were laying on my bed. He was supposedly trying to braid my hair, but epically failling at it.

"So care to tell me about your secret drawer?" They found it. I umm... Lets just say secretly I was a MAJOR Directioner, but I kept the bad girl thing up.

"Did you see it?"

"Honey, I love the little collage from my baby pictures to some of my most recent pictures," He smirked.

"You saw it..."

"I thought it was cute," His lips brushed against my ear,"and you know I'm going to have to surrender you to the boys, right?"

"You're joking right?" I said as I brushed my lips against his.

"No My Dear, I'm not," He smirked against my lips. I felt his hand go under my thighs and his other one go on the small of my back. I was lifted from my bed and Liam took off running,

  "Guys! I have her!" he was yelling.

  "Alright Liam!" they all yelled.

  "You all are evil!" I screamed trying to squirm away form the mess of hands trying to tickle me, again.

  I finally, but barely, got away form them. I ran straight to the kitchen and quickly grabbed a spoon, then to the bathroom and quickly grabbed Zayn's favorite brush, then back to the kitchen to get Niall's favorite candy, I ran to Louis's room and grabbed his favorite pair of Toms, and lastly to Harry's room for his phone. Our house had a huge pool, so I ran out. The boys were slowly jogging to me.

  "Sam? What are you doing?" Zayn eyed his brush.

  "Punishment hurts boys," I first dropped the brush.

  "No!!" Zayn dived in to get his brush.

  "Next," I dropped the candy jar in.

  "Candy!!!" Niall drived in after the jar.

 " Harry any last words or sorry's?"

  "I love you, I'm so sorry please forgive me. I'm sorry for calling you a witch a couple days ago. I'm sorry for anything else. Please don't do the phone!" He was now on his hands and knees. 

  "You are forgiven," I handed him the phone, but not before licking the back.

   "EWWW," Harry screamed like a little girl. He quickly yanked the phone from me.

  "Liam come here," I said sweetly. He looked up and I immediately saw a look in his eyes like he wanted me. He swiftly walked over and grabbed my waist pulling me closer. Little did he know I had the spoon behind my back. He leaned in to where his lips were almost touching mine. I could feel his minty hot breath on my lips. He finally closed the gap, he had his eyes closed, so I took the spoon from behind me. I placed it infront of his face, so when he opens his eyes it would be a surprise,

  "Aaahhh!" He stumbled and fell into the pool. I was now sprawled out on the pool deck laughing my but off.

  "Run! Samantha Tomlinson," they said in almost perfect unison. Uh oh they used my full name, I better run. I kept running until I ran into a hard 'surface'. I look up and see who I did not want to see... My dad,

  "Samantha Tomlinson!" he started yelling," What are you doing here! Once again you prove to be a WORTHLESS DAUGHTER!

"Samantha Tomlinson!" he started yelling," What are you doing here! Once again you prove to be a WORTHLESS DAUGHTER! You don't deserve to live! You will be coming with me! Now! You will be severly punished because of you running away from me, to be with there stupid boys!" He gave my cheek a good hard slap. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me to the car.

"Stop! Don't take her!" Louis was yelling and running towards the car.

"Go Louis I don't want you to get hurt," I mumbled. I didn't say anything else after that...

~~~6 months later~~~

It has been six months of me being cooped up in my room. My 'dad' has locked me in and only opens the door to throw little amounts of food at me. I'm now basically depresed, anorexic, and I'm cutting (I don't encurage this). I have gotten daily calles from all the boys, but I ignored them all. Everytime I thing about them its makes me curl up in a ball and I cry and cry. I don't even go to school because my dad thinks I'll meet the boys there. I keep a photo of me and the boys at the amusement park, we all had weird hats on and making funny faces. Every night before I go to bed I kiss the picture and say 'I love you guys.'

Liam's POV

It has been six months of calling, texting and trying to contact Samantha. I need to get to her. Me and the boys are going on our tour in one week. I have been worth nothing... I have spent all my timetrying to figure out how to get Samantha back.

"Liam, I have a wonderful idea!" Louis and Zayn yelled in unison.

"What?" I grumbled.

"We figured out how to save your lovely Samantha!" That made me brighten up.

"How?!" I basically yelled.

"We spy on her house and when he leaves we break her window and briing her on tour with us,"

"Guys! You are brilliant!" I yelled bombarding them with a hug.

***2 hours later***

"K the coast is clear," Niall and Harry whispered.

That was my cue to throw a big rock at Sam's window. I threw it and we all heard the shattering of glass. Sam's head peeked out the window, but it darted back in. I climed up the ladded that Iplaced up to her window.

"Go you can't get hurt," her voice sounded weak and not bright like it was. She was in a pair of way to big sweat pants and a size to big sweat shirt. I saw blood and a razor on her bead spread.

"Sam," I took two large steps to her. I wrapped my arms around her now fragile body. "Why did you do..." Lifted up her sweat shirt sleeves to reveal new and old cuts," this..." I now had tears spilling out and I gently kissed each and every cut.

"I was lost with out you and the guys. My dad locked me in my room, barely feeding me, and I became really depressed. He wouldn't even let me go to school," she croaked.

"Hey it's okay. You're coming with me and the boys to travel with us. I won't let you go near the cruel man,"

"I love you Liam James Payne," she said in my chest.

"I love you too," we quickly gathered her clothes, and we were soon on our way back to me and the boys place.

+++Week Later+++

Samantha's POV

It has been a week, and today is the day me and the boys head to L.A. to start the tour.

"Lets GOOOOOOOO!!!!" Louis yells stretching out the 'o'.