My name is Eleanor Calder. You might know who I am. I model, but millions of teenage girls knew me as the girl who dated Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. Yeah, I said dated. No we did not break up. How are we not together if we didn't break up? He died. Louis Tomlinson died. As well as: Niall Horan Liam Payne and Harry Styles. You may recognise them as well. As well as a girl named Danielle Peazer, my best friend. Also Liam Payne's girlfriend. Dead. Gone. There one day and gone the next. Deceased. Get it now? Not in complete shock? One other thing, did you notice that there was one missing from the list? Someone who is usually mentioned? Someone by the name of Zayn Malik? Well he's still alive. Right here next to me, right now. He says hello. This is our story of what happened when One Direction died. The world will never be the same. I guarantee it.

SUMMARY IN THE FIRST PART!

He picked me up and held me in his arms. I tried to break free, but his grip was too tight. I did what I had to do. I elbowed him in the gut. He dropped me as he cried in pain. I fell to the ground, but jumped right back up, and ran. I turned the corner, reaching big gates. Two more boys were chasing me, wearing black hoods, masks, and dressing in complete black. I ran up and over the gates, thinking I got them. They ran over the gate too, catching up to my speed. I ran faster, but was stopped by another man. I almost ran into him, and stopped. I turned around, ready to run, and bumped into another man’s chest. The two boys who were previously chasing me caught up. Following behind them, the one I elbowed in the gut. I turned around, looking for help. They were surrounding me in a circle. “HELP!” I screamed.