The Girls Of One Direction

Chapter Seven: Eleanor Calder

Two of the seven men paced the room as Perrie squeezes my hand tightly. I don’t remember much of the ride here, none of us do. I only know that it’s sometime around noon. Liz sits on my right and digs her nails into my arm. Carlie is chewing on her nails with a panicked expression and Jordan bounces her legs repeatedly. We watch the two men for minutes as they glance to us then back at each other.

“W-what do y-you w-want from u-us?” Perrie squeaks, shocking the other girls and I. The man with the shoulder-length, sand colored hair and gray eyes smiled pleasantly and hummed cheerfully, “We don’t want anything from you, sweetheart.”

“Then why are we here?” Jordan questioned in a strong tone, her legs bouncing faster now.

The other man was bald, dark stubble tickling his chin. You could tell he had done some time in prison due to the large snake tattoo decorating the back of his head. He had cold eyes and a body-builder’s stance.

“That’s none of your business!” The man barked, causing Liz’s nails to go deeper in my flesh.

“You t-took us. W-w d-deserve to k-know?” Perrie cries and the snake man turns his evil gaze to her. Grey eyes pushed snake man back and sighed.

“We don’t want you girls. We want your boyfriends,” He stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Carlie cleared her throat and muttered, “Why?”

“Do you really have to ask that?” Grey eyes teases.

“Yes, I do. I mean, the only one who probably cares is Zayn,” Carlie snaps and Perrie lets out a whimper at his name.

Snake man gets a wicked smile and opens a cupboard that was behind him and grey eyes. He turned the television that rested inside it on and flipped through channels until he got to a new channel. There was a brunette reporter standing in front of Perrie’s apartment complex.

“Zayn Malik, a member of the boy band One Direction, called 911 at 6: 30 this morning. He had come home to find his and his fiancé’s apartment trashed; his fiancé Perrie Edwards missing,” She announced steadily.

Zayn was shown on the screen, his eyes red and puffy and his hair a mess. He spoke with a slight waver in his voice, “Perrie had done a “girl’s night” with Elle, Jordyn, Carlie and Liz last night. She had the boys and I go to some random hotel while she wanted to have personal time with the girls.”

Zayn paused and took a deep breath. I waited impatiently for Zayn to speak again but instead it went back to the reporter.

“Perrie Edwards, Carlie Banes, Jordyn Milee, Elizabeth Hearts and Eleanor Calder were declared missing at 9 am. Police have solid proof that the girls were kidnapped: the trashed room and a videotape that was found in a camera resting on the counter.”

The screen switched to an officer wearing a stern expression. The caption under him read, “Andrew Jones”.

“The video showed five men entering the apartment by force. Ms. Edwards was pushed into the wall, a rag being placed over her mouth and nose. You heard the girls yelling and a pink bowl flew into the camera’s vision and hit one of the men on the head.

“Someone claimed they saw the “Style’s girl” and then left the camera’s view. More screaming was heard and the girls were putting up a fight. Plates were being smashed, bowls being thrown, the whole nine yards. Then we see them each getting dragged out the door.

“My question is how somebody never noticed this ordeal. How do you miss five girls screaming and being dragged from an apartment complex?”

My lips trembled as I realized what that meant. Somebody who lived near Perrie was in on this.