The Wave ✓

The first

Jess's pov

We were now about halfway towards our tour. It was all sold out, and the stadiums were already packed an hour prior.

The death threats coming my way and the girls hasn't stopped. Like our fans, the death threats are also increasing. The day we all saw the horrific writing about di, was one which terrified me the most. Others brushed it off as a crazy fan or hater, but I knew better.

I am getting more and more threats, mostly directed towards diya, but what I couldn't get was why were they coming to me? It's like there was something bigger behind all of this.

I have decided that today I'm going to tell these threats to the management, so that atleast the girls aren't getting harassed more. Taking my handbag, I went out.

Taking out my iPhone, I called Steve. Our manager.

"Steve herons"

"Steve? It's me jesy. I am coming to the building now and rents we speak. Are you free?"

"Yea. Come to the building. I'm with Paul. Is it fine?"

"Yea. It's some serious matter I had to discuss with you all."

With that said, I ended the call as I made my way to my car. Sitting down, putting the keys to ignition, I drove off to the SYCO building.

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Going inside, I made sure I told the receptionist of my arrival, so she could tell Steve before hand. Going up the elevator I went up to his, or more, our meeting room.

"Steve? " I said, whilst knocking on the door.

"Come in."

With that I went inside the room. Taking a seat in from of him and beside Paul, I started telling them.

"So I will cut to the point. I have been getting more threats now. Somehow these people have gotten my phone number, and are now sending me pictures of wherever I'm going, basically stalking me. And then when I come back to , supposedly,my hotel room, usually I find the room destroyed. The curtains torn, and the walls are covered in the same message everytime. "Diya doesn't deserve it. You girls are worthless and once I get my hands on you, I'll make sure you pay." This is what I have been getting since the starting of tour."

I finished, giving them the pictures in clicked of tye destroyed rooms, and the first picture we had clicked when it happened in my room in our house in London.

Steve was still seeing the pictures, then gave them to Paul. Paul was our main bodyguard, strange as another Paul is the head of one direction's too.

"This is serious then. I would say that these are haters, and about your phone , get a new one and a new number. And we will provide with more security. Don't tell our conversation to anyone. Keep it on the low; and try not to be seen much outside. Now go." He said.

Slowly, I walked out. I had expected this only, but then why was I thinking that it was not enough? This person, whoever it is, it's really clever. That I can tell.

He or she knew what they were doing, but what I think is that they are not doing this for money. Or else they would have already kidnapped me and asked for ransom.

No.

They have an ulterior motive, and I want to find it out before someone got hurt.

I quickly messaged the girls, telling them about the meeting. Not wanting them to be kept out of the loop.

Girls. I have to tell something. I'm getting more and more hate and death threats, and whats confusing and suspicious is that the same one person is doing that. They way he or she sends the messages I can tell. I  talked to the management today. They are getting us all more security, but what I think is that this person, has ulterior motives. You all search about him too. I'll do the same.

Clicking send I closed my phone so to blank out their immediate responses. Will check them later.

Getting into the car, I started driving to the studio where the girls were. It was a short ride, so I took it slow. Suddenly, I saw someone in a typical black ski mask in a bike follow me.

In a way of loosing them, I took a sharp turn to the left into an alleyway. My car's tires skidded but I went along.

The meeting had left me a little paranoid, and the person following me confirmed just that.

Starting to worry now, I tried getting out my phone from my purse; to try call someone.

"Dammit." I muttered as it fell down from the purse.

Turning into another empty street, I looked to see empty warehouses everywhere. It was eerily silent. The only voice coming from my car and the people following me.

Looking in the rear mirror, I saw the biker was joined by a jeep behind him. My anxiety was kicking in, and paranoia increasing.

Suddenly, I heard a beep in my car. Looking at the gas mark; it was almost empty.

"No. No.  Shit" I screamed as it finally died down. Quickly getting out my phone and purse, I got out of my car as soon as it stopped and ran to the closest warehouse.

As I entered the warehouse, I saw it had cartons everywhere. I hid inside a cupboard as I tried to control my breath.

Taking out my phone, I quickly started typing out a message to the girls.

Help me! I'm stuck here in some warehouse in -

I couldn't write more as my phone was snatched from me. Fear crawling up in me, I slowly looked up at the face of my pursuiters.

His face was stretched in a evil grin, as he held my phone in his two fingers. Slowly he opened those fingers and my phone tumbled down, and stomped on it.

With a cry I saw what was earlier my phone, one thing which could save me, now was a pile of metal and plastic.

Not wanting to go down fighting, I raised my hands to fight. But before I could, he had snatched up my wrist and was pulling me out of the closet.

All my cries and wailing were in vain, as he quickly threw me in the jeep, hitting me on the head hard, in the process.

As I recovered from the dizziness coming from hitting my head hard, a cloth was placed in my mouth. I could remember Di telling me about these cloths, and her voice was ringing in my head, telling me not to inhale;

But it was too late. Deprived of oxygen, I took a bug gulp of air, the toxins started working and I slipped out of consciousness.