One Direction Detection

One Direction have taken over the world, they have millions of fans and are loved by all. But what happens when the boys get a rather threatening call and Paul disappears? After eight months of these phone calls and no sign of Paul, Simon Cowell is forced to call British Intelligence for help. This is where Kendal comes in. The best agent British Intelligence has to offer. But is she able to crack the riddle before it's too late?


3. Are you alright?

I wake up to four pairs of eyes on me. I pretend I'm asleep, not wanting to get up. Then I feel a body on me.

"WAKE UP KENDAL, WE HAVE AN INTERVIEW IN AN HOUR!"Louis yells in my ear. "I'm up" I mumble pushing Louis off me. I sit up and see a sleeping Harry next to me. Louis looks at me mischievously. He then whispers, "Aww, it would be a shame if someone woke him up in 3, 2. "

"WAKE UP HARRY." Louis and I yell at the top of our lungs. Harry shoots up making me and Louis fall back into fits of laughter. Harry gives us death glares before grabbing Louis, flipping him over his shoulder and running out of the room with Liam, Zayn and Niall in tow. I laugh and start getting ready for the day. I take a quick shower and put on concealer, eye liner, mascara, blush and soft pink lipstick. I put on a pair of jeans and a blue over sized sweater that reaches down to my knees with a gray beanie and a pair of white Vans. I went downstairs to grab a banana and head back upstairs to brush my teeth, I've never been a big breakfast person. After brushing my teeth i went back downstairs to see Liam, Harry, Niall and Zayn waiting by the door. "Where's Louis?" I ask. "Still getting ready." Liam answers clearly annoyed.

I walk up the stairs for the millionth time today. I walk into all the rooms until I come to the room across from mine which must be Louis'. I walk in to see Louis staring at his reflection in the mirror singing 'I'm Sexy and I Know It.' I roll my eyes and grab his earlobe pulling him downstairs with me. I stop in front of the boys still holding on to his ear. "Ready!"I exclaim.

Everyone looks at me weirdly except Harry who's laughing like a hyena. Soon everyone joins in on the cackling.

We got to the interview and the boys went on stage with the interviewer who's trying way too hard to seduce the boys. I sat backstage trying as hard as I could to not fall over laughing in front of everyone.

"So boys, yesterday you were seen walking into your house with a girl, who was she?" The interviewer asks fluttering her eyelashes.

"That's my cousin, Samantha, she's staying with us for a while." Harry answers trying to subtly move away from the interviewer. "Is she here?" The interviewer asks movie closer to Harry paying no attention to his backing away. They all nod and suddenly I'm pushed on stage by a crew member. I nervously walk towards the couch sitting between Louis and Harry. "Hi." I say quietly.

"Hi Samantha, so, how old are you?" The interviewer asks with a hint of jealousy in her voice. "I'm fourteen turning fifteen in August." I say. We sit there answering stupid questions until she asked something I wasn't expecting.

"So Samantha, what's your opinion on the threatening calls to the boys and the disappearance of Paul?" I sit there shell shocked. I look up to Harry, he gives me a reassuring and a slight nod. I quickly think up a convincing answer. "I'm scared for Paul, I hope he's okay. Frankly, I'm surprised the directioners haven't  found out considering how smart they are. I'm also worried for Harry and the boys, I hope her doesn't hurt them. I would die without them." I look up at the boys with tears in my eyes earning 'awe's' from everyone in the room and Louis and Harry pulling me into a hug that turns into a dog pile with me at the bottom.

Once we pull ourselves onto the couch again the interviewer asks, "Harry, what's it like having a fourteen year old in the house?"

"It's hard work but we pull through."Harry smiles down at me. "Well if you even need some help you should give me a call." She says winking at Harry handing him a piece of paper presumably with her number on it. I notice the uncomfortableness in Harry's eyes and decide to be nice and save him. "I don't need a babysitter, I'm fourteen not four!" I spat. The interviewer gives me a death glare that if looks could kill I would be dead ten times over. 

"Well that's all the time we have for today. Say goodbye!" She says. We all say goodbye and the boys go backstage but I stay on for a bit to watch the crowd leave. Then I see the man I saw out Simon's window. He's staring at me and begins walking towards me. This won't end well.


I start walking backwards towards the green room. Nobody payed attention to the man even tough he's pretty hard to miss, he's HUGE. I run over to where I see Harry and Louis talking. I pull on Harry's sleeve until I get his attention. "The man, from the window, he's here, we need to leave, now. I whisper in his ear. He nods, "You find Liam and Zayn, Louis and I'll get Niall." We split up. Where was Liam and Zayn? I couldn't find them anywhere backstage. Finally I see a quiff in the sea of heads. "Zayn!" I scream getting his attention. "Get to the door immediately, where's Liam?" I say out of breath. He points me to Liam standing in a corner talking to some girl. "Liam, Harry says we need to leave now." I say trying not to show my anxiety. He somehow read my eyes and understood. He went ahead of me after I told him to wait for me in the van.

I looked around a bit to see if I could find the man but couldn't see him anywhere. When I was about to give up my back was slammed into the wall. "If you care about One Direction and Paul you'll pack up and go home." He said before walking away. I ran after him but once he turned a corner it was like he disappeared. Weird. My back was killing me and there's no doubt in my mind my arms were bleeding where the man dug his nails into them. I pulled my sleeves over the cuts and pulled my best neutral face trying not to show my pain.

I got in the van to see five boys with worried expressions. "He must've run off, I didn't see him." I say, refusing to tell them anything. Louis starting driving home while I looked out the window holding back tears. It was an understatement saying my arms and back hurt. Especially when Niall pushed Harry and made him fall on my arm making me wince. Zayn seemed to notice. "Are you alright Kendal?" He asked, already knowing the answer. I just nod and turn back towards the window, a single falling down my cheek. He didn't seem to believe me but let it go nonetheless.

When we got home I went upstairs to examine the damage. I went in my bathroom, locked the door and threw off my sweater. I gasped at the sight of my back. My back was covered in bruises and my arms looked like they should be in Saw 3. I washed off the blood and bandaged up my arms, letting out a small sob from the pain. I pulled my sweater over my bruises and went downstairs.

All the boys were watching 'Doctor Who?'. At seven the phone rang and the boys faces' turned a ghostly white. "It's him." Niall screamed. "I'll get it." I said. I answered the phone and put it on speaker.

Tick tock goes the clock

The sour passes nine

Tick tock goes the clock

Twelve hours 'till you die

 Then he hung up. I pressed redial but there wasn't an answer. So I called the operator. 

"Operator, how may I help you?"

"I was wondering where a certain phone is." I told the operator.

I gave her the number and waited for to tell me.

"The last call had taken place near Big Ben." She said rather annoyed.

I hung up and walked towards the door. "I'll be back in an hour, if not, call the police." I walked for about ten minutes I came across a man yelling at some one over the phone at the corner of Ninth Street. He shot me a dirty look and I kept on walking. Soon I came to Big Ben, there weren't a lot of people around. I walked around a bit until I felt someone put something in my pocket. I looked around to see who could've done it but found no one was out on the street. I took out the object to see a crumpled up piece of paper. I unfolded it, it seemed to be a page from a file apparently on me. I began to read, as I did my breathing got faster and faster. How could they know? Nobody knew. I crumpled the paper and put in pocket. I began to run home. I've never wanted to find someone so badly.




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