Being Security (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9 - Calling For Help

Walking around the arena I can’t think about anything BUT Hannah and her attempts to catch us out! She actually walked up to my sister’s grave after everything she said and placed some recording machine there? On a grave? Screwed up in the head, she is, I swear… Conor and Jack were unusually quiet too as I entered his dressing room, I think they were finally realising how badly this could go for us all if she gets her hands on anything we say or do!

“You should call the police or something!” Conor said to me as his hair and makeup were being done for the lighting test. We’d spend so long out, we’d only got to the arena with a few hours to spare.

“And say what?”

“Err, exactly what happened? That is crazy! She needs to be locked away!!” We all suddenly stopped (minus the hairdresser and makeup artist of course) and I can only assume we all thought the same thing… If we can get her put in a mental hospital, she can’t be crazy to us anymore. Without any more hesitation I walked out of the room and go on the phone to the police.

“Welcome to the Metropo-” I cut the woman answering the phone off as soon as I hear her voice. “Yeah hi, look, my boss rang up a few days ago about a girl who was making up lies about us in the newspapers?”

“Sorry what is your name?” She asked. Good point, should have said that already!

“Sorry, Ella. The last call would have been under Ben Johnson, the manager of Conor Maynard? I’m his security guard.” I hear typing on the other end of the line.

“Of course, got it here. An injunction?”

“Yeah for Hannah?” I said everyone on a first name basis just because I was panicking.

“And what seems to be the problem?”

“Hannah put a recording device or microphone thing in my sisters grave, I can only assume to record us when we went to visit her at the cemetery.”

“She did what?” The woman said, quite unprofessionally. “Oh, sorry…” She clears her throat. “Can you prove this?”

“I was with Conor and his brother, Jack? We’d just bought some flowers from the florist across the street from the ‘Blackmore Cemetery’. She was bent down at my sister’s grave, then tried to make us fight. I put the flowers down and this machine was there. I stood on it cos I didn’t know if it was recording us but I still have it with me!”

“Does the Cemetery have CCTV?” She questioned after regaining her professional manner.

“Err, yes I think so. The name of the owner is Frank, Frank Houston? I have a number for him if you wanted to ask where the cameras are situated?” I paused. Maybe I wasn’t making her seem crazy enough? “You see, she’s been stalking us recently. She’s been trying to find information about us so she can get money out of it! She admitted it to us… Most recently she went onto the gossip channel telling lies about her relationships with Jack and Conor…”

“Right…” She said as she typed.

“I just think it may be best for everyone if her mental health was assessed? I mean no-one would do that, would they? I cant even walk off the path in a cemetery! She dug her hand in the dirt!” I began sounding hysterical.

“I assume PC Nolan is dealing with this? It is his number you called directly.”

“Yes, he was dealing with the injunction… But I’m actually scared for my life now! If she can hide things in graves, who knows what’ll happen next!” I exclaim.

“Right, well I shall tell PC Nolan as soon as he comes back from his outing.” She said.

“Sorry, and your name was? Just for reference.” I quickly remember to ask.