Coldness

Intro

I don't own One Direction at all. Pure Fanfiction

Have you ever wanted something so bad but knew you couldn't have it no matter how hard you tried?Have you ever wanted to grasp on the one thing you truly wanted but knew outside forces would never let you have it? It all seems right in front of you but really it's so far away. I know. I feel that every day and every empty hour. If you knew what I wanted you would understand why I felt that way.

I just stare at what I want. It's all I can do. I can't actually have it. I can have anything I want, anything in the world. Except that what I am staring at. 

 I'm one of the richest men in the world. I have one of the biggest houses a man can own,  have my own private ten acres of land, a nice pool and hottub, a fancy dining kitchen. My house is everythng any man would want. I have a house that a rich man would want. I'm quite proud of it in fact. I've worked hard for it, though I can't take all credit for it without thanking my men and their boys. It wouldn't be fair not to mention them.

Still they haven't gotten me what I really want yet and no matter how hard I try or work for it I still don't seem to have them. Those five boys from overseas. Those five boys that appeared on X factor and got famous through that stupid singing insecure reality show. If it weren't for that show the boys that I so desperately want wouldn't be so famous and I could easily bring each one of them home to me. I could own each and every one of them. I'm talking about One Direction of course. The boy band that brought boy bands back. I still don't understand how they could have brought back boy bands. Boy bands died in the nineties. Oh yeah I guess they got famous from that irritating song (What makes you Beautiful) Thanks to that stupid song they're even more famous and all the girls want them.

Thanks to these bitches there is even more security protecting them which means it was going to be a lot harder to get in close contact with One Direction. These guys were protected everywhere they went. They had people around them twenty four seven. I couldn't risk any witnesses. It's terrible. All I want to do is take each one home with me but I can't just do that, especially if I don't want to risk my own life. It's all those bitches fault. I hate them for it.

I hear my phone ring and pick it up. It's one of my men who works for me named Joe. He tells me One Direction is in America and they are doing a show in Chicago and it's a rather smaller theater but the show is sold out. He tells me his idea on how to capture them. I listen and think it is perfect. Maybe I will get what I truly want after all.

Once he is finished telling me his ideas, I tell him to round up the rest of the crew and be prepared to go to the show which is in two days. We will need all the time to prepare for what we are about to do.