Being Security (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 22 - Hi Barry!

Jack’s POV

A/N Just thought I’d give Jack’s POV a go, just for this chapter because I think it’ll fit well with the story line! Hope you guys like it! PLEASE dont hate me too much for this chapter! And thank you so much for all the votes and comments!!

Ella literally pulled the door off the hinges as she slammed it shut, entering the hotel room. She looked furious, yet so upset. I have barely any idea what happened but I’m already on Ella’s side.

“Oh, Ella!” I say walking over to her and giving her a hug. I expected her to push me away, but instead she leant into my hug and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Why would he do that?” She said quietly into my shoulder.

“I dunno, hun. We’ll find out. I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason!” I said, barely even believing myself.

“Perfectly good reason to get rid of the one person who knows about Barry? I punched him in the face in the first place!” Her voice was muffled by my jumper, her face was pressed into it so hard.

“You’re pregnant, El. He doesn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire!” I said, thinking it seemed like something he’d have thought of.

“Yeah, so? I’m not, like, disabled or anything!” She said, the tone of her voice making me feel a little on edge.

“I know, hun, but you do need to realise you can’t just run around tackling people when you’re like that!” She pulls away from the hug that I had forgotten we were in, it’d been so long.

“I just wanted to finish the tour, Jack. One more week was all I asked of him.” She tried to put on a brave face.

“I know, I guess he just got worried cos Barry’s been released!” I smiled at her, a weak smile got returned.

“I guess. Well, at least we can cheer him on, eh?” She seemed to grow a smile.

“Of course! Now let’s get going!” I smile back, patting her on the head as we exited the room an headed towards the Arena.

Ella stared over at the entrances when we arrived, you can never take her away from the job. She looked slightly concerned about something.

“There’s no-one guarding that door.” She pointed over at the stage door.

“It can only be opened from the inside.” I stated, only knowing this because Conor had told me before.

“And? People won’t knock and it get opened?” She said looking at every face of everyone going into the arena, trying to look out for Barry I assume.

“El, chill. Let’s just watch the show and enjoy it!” I smile, again putting my arm round her and walking in the arena with her before everyone else is allowed in. We take our seats in the VIP section and get comfy, enjoying the quiet before the storm. As soon as the arena doors open, you know the general noise from chit chat will escalate and soon you won’t be able to hear yourself! “El, I’m just gonna make a trip to the men’s, alright? Back in a tick!” I smile as I jump up and walk out of the room, into the toilets that were in pristine condition, being for VIPs. After going to the toilet, I wash my hands whilst humming to myself. A voice makes me jump from another cubicle.

“Jack?” The voice says. I don’t recognise it, but I don’t like the tone of that voice either.

“Err, no?” I say, thinking how much of an idiot I was after saying it. The cubicle opens and a familiar face greets me. Someone I knew stories of but I’d never actually had the luck of meeting.