You make me crazy

OHH NO ITS NOT FINISHED YET!

“Stay here,” he yelled at me running over to the game.

Minutes later I heard the theme song to the beginning of the game. “On your mark, get set, SHOOT!” the voice on the intercom bellowed.

Loud gunshot noises filled the room everyone started shouting encouraging words to Niall and Ryan. Only minutes later the crowd erupted in a roar as Niall won. He walked over to me and picked me up by the waist and twirled me around.

“Congrats,” I giggled as he put me down kissing my cheek.

“It was worth coming then, wasn’t it?” he asked laughing at me stumbling a bit because I was dizzy.

“Yup,” I giggled grabbing onto his hand, which he held out for me.

Bringing me close in his arms I looked around and noticed that everyone had left and it was just us left in the room. Niall brought me to his chest wrapping his arms tight around me. I brought my arms around his neck with my bag on my wrist. Slowly he leaned forward and started kissing me. Quickly I responded to his kiss and at the same time I unzipped my bag grabbing the rope out of it before dropping it to the floor. Niall pulled me in close taking over my lips with his, dominating the kiss.

I pulled back bringing my arms with me wrapping the rope his neck. With the speed of light and without him noticing at first, I leaned back quickly choking him; falling back I fell flat on my but; pulling Niall down on top of me dead.

As fast as possible I pushed him off me and jumped to attention. I moved the body behind the game. Dusting myself off I put everything back into the bag I had brought with me.I pulled my phone out to check the time.

It was almost four in the evening and I had to also had to cook Zayn dinner.

I exited the room making sure that the coast was clear, when it was, I noticed the whole room was empty and there were no cameras. Running to the door I sprinted all the way home and rushed upstairs into my bedroom. I ripped the bag of weapons out from under my bed and stashed the rope into it. Feeling dirty after having that dead stone, cold body on top of me, I decided on having a shower to make myself feel better.

Half an hour later I emerged squeaky clean. Walking out of my bathroom I stepped into my bedroom I noticed that my windows and French doors were open. The curtains were swaying with an invisible breeze blowing them. On my bed laid a manilla file, Justin must have been here. Slowly I walked towards my bed being cautious that he may still be here in my room. I moved quickly to my bed grabbing the folder off it, as I picked it up a piece of paper fluttered out. With my spare empty hand, I picked it up. It read:

Great job on completing the task.

Here is your next task. Do it

well. Also nice singing, in the

shower.

                         - Justin XX

“That bastard,” I thought. How dare he break into my room just to give me the next task! I was furious! He’s going to get it.

In a rush I got dressed and grabbed the files. I sat at my pale faded desk. As I opened the file, my only hope was that it wasn’t Zayn.

The file read:

Name: Louis Tomlinson

Hangout: Scarline Race Track

Location: Just of the motorway exit 7014

Deadline: Wednesday

There’s a race Tuesday night

Not believing that the next ‘target’ was my best friend’s boyfriend, I walked downstairs. I can’t hurt Arwyn like that! I can not kill Louis. It’s just something I can’t do.

Whilst having a mental argument with myself, I started to get the food prepared, for dinner with Zayn. Knowing my mother wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. I started to make my favourite, burgers, I only make these when my mother isn’t home, she hates the taste and smell of them.