Suddenly our dressing room door swung open and Niall ran in, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it, blood covering his hair, face, clothes and arms.
“Oh my God!” Gabby screamed.
“Niall!” Luke sobbed.
“It’s real!” Niall cried, hysterically, “It’s real, it’s nuts the whole place is just….. insane! We’re gonna die!”
“I’m too young to die!” Luke shouted, running for the door however stopped as Niall collapsed in front of him twitching.”
“Niall!” I shouted, running forward as Luke dropped to his knees beside him.
“Help!” Calum shouted.
“No!” Michael hissed, “Shut up don’t let anyone know we’re in here!”
“The purge,” Niall whispered, “One night a year, all crime….. is legal…….you have to….. t-try to…..survive the night.”
“Niall, you’re gonna be okay!” Luke cried.
Suddenly, Niall let out a bark like laugh and sat up, wiping streak of blood off his cheek and licking it.
“Ketchup anyone?”
“You dumb shit!” Michael shouted, taking a pillow off the couch and whacking him repeatedly over the head with it.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Calum cried, “That’s not funny!”
“Oh it’s fine!” Niall laughed, “There is no purge.”
“How do you know?” I demanded.
“I did my research.” He laughed, “Look it up, the kid who started the rumor was some bored little punk on twitter that already got busted, your precious 5STD Famdamily are fine.”
“Ni, I thought you were dying!” Luke cried, rubbing his eyes.
“You thought wrong,” Niall laughed, “You should have seen the looks on your guess faces!”
“Get out of our dressing room.” I snapped.
“Get off my tour.”
“Niall.” Grace sighed.
“Yes, Gabby.”
“I’m Grace.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
Rolling my eyes I watched as Niall backwards twerked his way out of the room singing loudly, “I’m beginning to feel like a rap God, rap God. All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod.”
Following him to the door Grace slammed it closed behind him.
“I don’t know whether to be relieved or pissed.” Calum sighed.
“Speaking of piss,” I replied, “I’m taking one.”
“Don’t you dare knock my towel on the floor.” Michael warned.
“I can’t make any promises,” I called over my shoulder, chest light with relief as I made my way into the bathroom, however no sooner had I finished…. You know…… taking care of business, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling it out, I scanned the name.
Mr.v@gmail.com
Confused, I tapped the text, opening it and nearly dropped my phone in horror at the sight of a picture of someone wearing the most horrifying mask I had ever seen.
Scrolling quickly past it I looked at the message beneath.
The purge is fake, that is true but what I said, I still will do.
Part One Hundred And Ten
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