*Jay's POV*
I'll tell you something, these fangirls are good. How do the always manage to find out where we are and follow us? But I do love the Fanmily, without them The Wanted would not be The Wanted. I stopped and signed autographs and took some photos, everything was going great until, one fan jumped the gate, then other, then other, until we get to where we are now, running down the street like loonatics while being chased by 200 screaming girls. We turned the corner sharply and as we gained a lead on the growing mass of girls, I noticed 2 girls with their back turned, both putting something into a car. They only turned around when they heard the screams and when they did a look of horror was evident on their faces. We got closer to the girls, and the horror only worsened. I bet they didn't expect to be walking into a warzone... hahaa..... warzone....get it?! Anyway, I thought the girls would move out of the way and just watch as 5 hooded figures ran from 200 fangirls. But noooooooo, they had other ideas, clearly, because They ran infront of us and away from the girls. Wow, just WOW!
*Natalie's POV*
I knew that Tara would just stand there, so I grabbed her hand and dragged her along with me as the 7 of us ran front the crowd. We had gained a good lead on the girls, so we slowed down and discussed what to do. Eventually it was decided that we would run into a shop, pick up the first thing we could find, and then run again into the changing rooms and hide in there until it was safe to escape.
We are currently hiding in a changing room in New Look, we all shared to save room and of course me and Tara shared. Something I forgot though, I'm claustrophobic, so and soon as I had spend 2 minutes in that small, square space i was panicking. I couldn't breathe, I lost my focus and let darkness engulf me.
*Tara's POV*
Shit. Shit, shit, shittery, shit. I forgot she was claustrophobic, shit, what do I do? Silly Tara, how could I forget my best friend was claustrophobic. I shouted the boys from their changing rooms and moments later I heard 5 pairs of feet trampling across the floor. As I carried my best friends lifeless body out of the changing room, all the boys mirrored an image of shock on their faces. Jay looked the most upset, he looked broken.
"What happened?" A voice broke the silence.
