Adopted by One Direction

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Zoe's POV

No, not him, not again.
"Look, I'm back again bitch" my father smiled evilly and before I could scream he put his arm harshly around my mouth and dragged me into the main section of the hotel room. He threw me roughly into Niall's empty suitcase and zipped it up, I could hear him fiddling with a lock on the zip. If only I had gone with the boys, I don't know if I would ever see them again, my father wanted to kill me. He carried the suitcase out of the room, taking no care with it. I knew when we got to the top of the staircase because he pushed the suitcase down them, my body thumped against each step hard. I could sense we were outside because suddenly the black suitcase became unbearably hot, but that wasn't the thing I was worrying about. I wasn't crying, it had all happened to quickly. The car that he shoved the suitcase into the boot of started and he drove off. I don't know how long he drove for but it was at least four hours, far far away from the hotel where the boys were. I wonder if they had realised I was missing yet?

Liam's POV

"Can we just go back and see Zoe?" Louis wined towards the end of the rehearsal. He had been lying in a splat position in the middle of the stage for the past half hour now, refusing to do anything.
"Fine, lazy arse" I sighed and together we make the short journey back to the hotel.
"I wonder if she's up yet" Niall said thoughtfully as I knocked on the door. There was no answer so I tried again.
"That's weird" Harry said. I shrugged and put the key into the lock, swinging the door open. There was no sign of Zoe in the hotel room and we all started to get worried.
"Hey lads, don't worry, she's out with Paul" Niall said, holding up a little scrap of paper. I took it from him and read through it.

Lads, don't worry I have just taken Zoe out for ice cream- Paul

I shook my head. Paul always asked us if he was going to take Zoe out, it just didn't seem right.
"It's now even his writing, this is way to scruffy" I examined the words.
"Calm down mate, it looks legit enough" Zayn had been reading the note over my shoulder. I threw it into the bin and collapsed backwards onto the bed, the other boys doing similar actions, exhausted from the full on rehearsal.

Zoe's POV

When the suitcase was unzipped a place was revealed that was not inviting what so ever. A basement. Almost identical to the old one, but of course it was different because we were in America, and there was no way my father could have smuggled me back to England.
"Home sweet home" he glared down at my figure which was still curled up in fear in the suitcase. The suitcase smelt of Niall because of the clothes that had been in there, it was the only comforting thing at this moment in time.
"Get up you urchin" my father grabbed me roughly by the elbow and lifted me onto my shaky legs. He dragged me over to the wall where he chained one of my wrists to a chain that was secured to the wall.
"I'll be back later with a little treat" he said evilly, the alcohol on his breath washing over my face. I blinked back the tears, knowing that when I cried it made him even angrier. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him I could hear his footsteps going up the stairs. My knees gave way and I fell to the floor, my head hitting the floor with a thump. I was so scared, so so scared about what he was going to do to me.

Liam's POV

It was now twenty minutes till the concert and Zoe still hadn't turned up. But then again neither had Paul so we all just guessed that they had gone shopping or to the beach or something. Though Niall had mentioned that his suitcase was missing. We were just having our ear pieces put in when Paul walked up to us.
"Hey lads" he said cheerily.
"Where's Zoe?" Harry asked quickly, all of us looking around for her.
"What?" Paul asked with a confused expression.
"You took Zoe out for ice cream didn't you?" I asked. He shook his head. I knew there was something wrong about this, I should have done something about it earlier.
"Boys, your on in five minutes" one of the stage managers said.
"We can't go on now, we need to find Zoe" Niall said, starting to walk towards the exit, the rest of us following closely behind. Paul stood in front of the door and put his hands out to stop us.
"In the politest way, MOVE!" I shouted, trying to push past but Paul easily just blocked my way once again.
"Look boys, security and I will search for her now and if we can't find her then we will call the police. Now get on that stage and make those fans happy" Paul instructed. The boys and I looked at each other before nodding our heads and heading towards the stage, our heads hung low. Thought out the whole concert I could tell that none of us were focused at performing one of the biggest concerts of the tour, we were all to caught up with thinking about how our sister was missing...our little sister...

After the concert we sprinted back to the hotel room. When we got in there policemen were standing and kneeling over various areas of the room with little cotton swabs in their hands.
"Boys, the police would like to talk to you" Paul was in the room as well and pointed over to a female and a male policemen. We walked over to them and seated ourselves in front of them.
"Now, we'd like to ask you some questions" the female said. We nodded, all of us stealing glances at what was happening around the room.
"As we do not yet know if Zoe has been kidnapped we'd like to ask you some questions" the male started, "at the moment we are going to guess that she ran away"
"Zoe would never run away" Louis said through his teeth, trying to keep calm.
"It's just a guess" the female helped out her colleague.
"Well it's a stupid guess" Louis shot back. I placed and hand on his knee and gave him a weak smile, trying to signal to him that it was okay, even though I knew that it was far from it.
"Anyway" the male said, giving Louis a look, "has Zoe ever shown any signs of depression?"
"What do you mean?" Zayn asked.
"Does she seem sad or distant from the world? Sometimes people will show depression through not eating, nottalking and sometimes in the worst cases, self harming" the female said solemnly.
"Then no, she hasn't" Zayn answered.
"Has she run away before?" The female asked. I looked at the others before answering.
"Yes, twice" I said reluctantly.
"And why was that?" The male asked. He just had to ask that question.
"Because...because Louis shouted at her and then Harry just brought back memories of her dad because once he was holding a beer bottle" I said, my shoes suddenly becoming very interesting. The male scribbled something down on his notepad.
"And what could have happened this time that made her run away?"the female asked, making us all shrug.
"She had a bad nightmare last night, she was sleeping in that bed" I pointed over to the single bed in the corner, "and then when she woke up Zayn picked her up and she shared with him and Harry. But I don't see how that could make her run away"
"Do you know what the dream was about?" The male asked.
"It was...about her father...he...r...raped her" Harry was the only one who could bare to say it.
"How comforting were you all towards her?" The female asked.
"I thought we did okay. Harry and Zayn hugged her until she was confident to talk about it, and we tried to comfort her by saying stuff" Niall put in. The female nodded while the male wrote some things down on his notepad.
"Well that's it, thank you" the male shook our hands and followed the female towards the door.
"And boys, we'd like you down at the station tomorrow, we will have forensic evidence back from the lab by then. Is there anything else in you'd like to tell us before we leave?" The female asked.
"Oh yeah, my suitcase is missing, which is weird because Zoe has her own, and none of hers or our clothes are missing" Niall said.
"That's actually very helpful, how big is the suitcase?" The male asked.
"She could easily fit in it" Niall realised what he said and I could see his face pale. The male wrote the notes down on the paper and left. Paul had left earlier so it was just us left in the room. I fell back onto the bed and sighed, tears fell down the side of my face and I couldn't be bothered to wipe them away. Our little sister was gone, and I didn't know if we would see her again. My baby girl, I hope you're okay...and I hope you know we love you more than anything, and we are doing everything to find you...