The Contest (A One Direction/ Josh Devine Fanfic) (Officially Finished)

Chapter Nineteen - Who's J?

Chapter Nineteen

Caitlyn's POV

I groaned and turned over in the bed. WHOA! I almost fall off the bed and clutch my chest. Damn. About had a panic attack. I slid off the bed, stood up and looked at Amanda, Perrie, and Taylor laying on the bed. How we were able to fit on this bed, was beyond me. I looked down and saw the boys laying on the floor. I groaned, knowing I won't be able to sleep. A phone screen lit up across the room. Leaping over Zayn and Harry's bodies, I reach the phone and pick it up. It's my phone. I look at the time: 2:34am. Jeez. I swiped the little arrow across the screen, unlocking it, and noticed a small red one by the Messages app. I opened it, wondering who the hell would text me. Oh. It's Mom.

Hello love! Just wanted to say hi! I hope you'll come home for your brother's wedding. It's in a week! Let us know! He'd love to see you! Your dad and I miss you! Hope you're having a lovely time in Paris. Love, Mom.

I smiled. I couldn't believe my brother had the balls to ask Carly to marry him. She was perfect for him. I texted back that I would be there and locked my phone. I decide to see if Dani was up. This hotel was creepy enough and I didn't want to wake Lou up, just cause I was freaked out. I opened her and Liam's bedroom door a bit, "Dani?" I whisper. When I don't hear anything, I opened it up a bit more and glanced at the bed. It was empty. I walked in and closed the door with my empty hand, clutching my iPhone tightly. I peeked into the bathroom, "Dani? You in here?" I push the door open a bit, using a spoon I found as some sort of a weapon. I breathe a sigh of relief and then giggle at myself. What would I do with a spoon? Spoon the killer to death? Wait, why is there a SPOON in Liam's room? Dani must use spoons. 

I pulled the covers off the bed and still no Dani. You never know, she's a dancer, so she is pretty skinny. My phone vibrates and I wonder what my mom is doing up. I slide the arrow across again and check my messages.

From: Unknown

Hello Caitlyn. Lovely to see you're awake. Love the zebra print pj's and red is a good color on you btw. :) Wondering where Dani is, ey? Wondering where Liam is? Well if you EVER want to see them alive, you WILL follow my instructions. Don't  you even bother running to Louis. I will find out and if I do, Liam will be gone as well as Dani. Scared yet? I hope so. Ready for the instructions? Text me a mere 'ok' when you're ready. -J

I gasped and looked down at my pj's. How the hell did they know what I was wearing? I did a full 360 around the room but no one was in there. I checked the balcony and it was locked. Freaky. Wait they have Dani and Liam. Shit. Who did what to put us into some deep shit? I text back an 'ok' and begin to wonder who it is that screwed up. I walk into the bathroom and wash my face. I look into the mirror, and groan. My phone vibrates again and I read the text.

Good. Glad to see you're on board. No one gets hurt. First, of course, you won't tell a soul, you already know what happens if you do. Two, you will change into the clothes that are on the bed. Three, you will leave the hotel and get into a cab, #248. It is waiting for you. Four, you are to text me before you get into the cab. Hope the clothes fit. -J

My head snaps up to face myself in the mirror, and I race out into the bedroom. Sure enough there is a black shirt and pants waiting for me. I check the sizes and sure enough it's my size. How the hell does this person get in and out so quickly? My answer is met by the semi open bedroom door. I peek out and from the snores heard throughout the room that they were still asleep. I hear the hotel door make a click and I leap over bodies to get to the door. Flinging it open, I look left and right just in time to see someone turn the corner on my right. I race down the hallway towards the person. I turn the same corner just as the mystery person glances up at me, eyes wide, and dashes into the elevator. I run to it, reaching it just as the doors are closing. The person waves at me, "Goodbye." I heave out of breath. I'm not used to running around at 3am.