The War Of One Direction

"Boys." It was Paul. "Yeah, Paul?" Zayn looked up from his phone, as did the rest of us. "Boys, something bad has happened. Really, really bad. This isn't a joking matter, so don't try to tell me it is." There was a small silence. He seemed really serious. I broke the shocked quiet in the room. "Paul? What's going on?" I could hear my own Irish voice echoing around the place. "Look, I can't really tell you much now. What I can tell you is that you are all to pack a bag and get ready. We're getting the first plane back to England." "Paul-" "Jump to it, boys!" He sounded so anxious that we all jumped fast.