“Accompanying the members of One Direction on their trip is the girls of Little Mix. Both bands put their tour on hold until Perrie Edwards, Eleanor Calder, Carlie Banes, Elizabeth Hearts and Jordyn Milee are found.” The same brunette reporter from yesterday claimed on the television.
“I can’t believe they agreed,” Jordyn whispered in my ear as the screen began showing worried tweets from fans.
After Snake slapped Elle, the boys were pissed. They kept screaming and yelling until he threatened to do it again. After that, the boys silenced and answered all Snake’s questions and agreed to all his demands. One of which was to put the tour for LM and 1D on hiatus. Another demand was to fly to America and wait at this warehouse in Arizona.
I glance around the room to make sure the men weren’t around. Then I spoke in a low tone, “I don’t know how the boys didn’t catch on. These guys are going to send them all around the world!”
“They believe that we would be flown to America over night. That is ridiculous,” Carlie snorted as she scowled at the ceiling.
“At least they’re trying to help us!” Elizabeth proclaimed, silencing us momentarily.
“They want to kidnap them too. Why else send eight people to a warehouse in the middle of a desert? This whole thing is probably about money,” Carlie muttered.
“But we’re famous too! We could pay them all the money they want, I know the boys would do the same immediately!” Elle crowed, tossing her hands in the air.
“I just want to go home,” Jordyn sighs. I nod in agreement.
“Right now, Zayn and I would be in bed watching some cheesy kid show,” I state.
“I’d be over at Lee’s by now,”
“Harry and I would be waking up,”
“Nialler would be clearing my fridge,” Carlie hummed. Elle stayed silent and shrugged.
The door near the TV cupboard opened, and a new man walked in. He had spiked blond hair and a chubby face. He had a platter of fruit in hand. He set it down between the girls and I and cautiously announced, “Like Garret said yesterday, we’re not here to hurt you. It’s not supposed to be you with us at the moment either. Snake just needs answers,”
After a moment of observing us, Blondie added, “Just knock and say “Barnie,” and I’ll take this away”
He walked out the door and shut it again, leaving us alone together. Carlie poked a banana and mumbled, “This could be much worse,”
I nod in agreement and grab an orange off the platter. “We aren’t tied and bound to chairs. We get fed decently,”
“This room is like a hotel,” Liz declared.
“What if I have to pee?” Jordyn questioned.
“We can ask later, I guess,” Elle claimed as she grabbed the banana that Carlie poked. “I’m just famished,”
We ate in silence and knocked on the door as requested to do when we finished. Barnie gave us water bottles and left again.
I glance up at the TV and see a face that makes me choke on my gulp of water.
“Is that Simon?” I crow. Indeed it was. Simon Cowell was talking to the brunette reporter, whose name I forgot once again.
“We have our best people searching for them right now and we can only hope that they’re found quickly ad unharmed.” He wore a guarded expression as he turned to face the camera and added, “Be brave girls,”
