Stolen (Liam Payne Fan Fiction)

Stolen (Liam Payne Fan Fiction)

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Forgetting the series of events that took place landing her in a hospital bed, she meets a man who helps her along the way as memories slowly start to come back to her, not knowing that he was a member of a international boy band. Would she be able to deal with her past with all the abuse and violence? Will she regain the memories that was stolen from her? A love story, with a complicated twist.
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I ran into the hospital doors not daring to let the tears spill out. I probably looked like a wreck! I hadn’t slept or ate anything since I got the call, swiftly after I jumped on my privet jet and got here as quickly as I could. I ran up to the desk, the nurse giving me worried look. “I am here to see Paige Williams!” I almost yell at the poor girl, for a moment she looks slightly taken back but she quickly recovers and her fingers fly over the keyboard. “She is still in surgery Sir, but if you want you can wait with her daughter In the ER waiting room.” She says pointing me towards a door. “Ok thank you.” I whisper as I fly past the door. No one was in the waiting room but her daughter, crumpled up in a ball in one of the chairs, crying. Her long blond hair covering her face that she had between her legs. Her jeans were ripped and her sweater was covered in blood but she only had minor injuries, her mother on the other hand…. They said she may not make it. I walk over to the small girl and wrap her up and do something I promised I wouldn’t do….. I cried. Right there in the hospital waiting room, I cried.

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