I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you (One Direction)

Chapter 16: Because

As the great actress I was, I acted as though I hadn't notice what was in her hands, instead, I placed all of the puzzle pieces in my mind together:
*Perrie and Zayn broke up roughly a month ago.
*The attacks started 3 weeks ago, as did the threats.
*Perrie was at the concert when the first attack happened, and nobody checked her for weapons.
*At the gym, I saw a lock of blonde hair, and Perrie has pink, but the girls said she had been changing her hair colour a lot, recently.
*She had been acting 'strangely' and the girls thought she was keeping a secret.
*She had a gun in her hand. 

All of the evidence I had lead directly to Perrie being the attacker, but I was a thorough spy. I couldn't blame Perrie unless I knew it was her for sure, even though I was pretty positive it was. Why else would she just carry a gun around with her?

Perrie and I returned to the stage area to see the boys and the girls waiting to go on stage. I slipped next to Zayn, and noticed Perrie give me a very subtle, but irritated, glare.

"Robyn! You made it!" Zayn whispered into my ear, sending shivers race down my spine.

Of course I made it, who did he think I was? "I wasn't just going to miss five megahot boys singing and prancing on stage, was I?"

"Ooo, you think we're mega hot, do you?" Zayn whispered into my ear again.

I just laughed at him and gave him a bear hug, earning an arm to slip around my waist. I loved this, Zayn holding me in his arms. I felt so safe, so special. It wasn't every day you got to be friends with super stars. Especially hot super stars. Whenever these boys touched me, hugged me or even smiled at me, I got the most weird feeling. My stomach filled with butterflies- no, birds. Hawks, even. But, I couldn't help but feel as if I was being more drawn to Zayn, and I didn't know why. I didn't know whether it was the way he looked at me, or if it was the way he laughed with me. He was mysterious, hard to read, and I liked that.

"One Direction, you're on in 15!" A man called from behind us.

"Good luck kisses?" Louis asked, pouting. " Proper Ones?"

His adorableness had reached a new limit. "Ok," I replied.

I gave them all massive kisses on their cheeks and big hugs before they skipped on stage, as happy as ever. I loved how they adored their fans. All they did was talk about them. They cared about them in so many ways, and it was truly adorable. They realised how lucky they were to have such amazing fans, and not a lot of boy bands were as grateful as they were.

I walked over to Little Mix and watched the boys singing, "NaNaNa" before Perrie excused herself and left.

Spy mode activated.

I also excused myself once Perrie was gone and followed the sound of her high heels, which were clanking down the hallways loudly. Once we reached the end of the hallway (me being hidden in a rack of clothes) Perrie stopped and looked around her, checking for any sign of human life, before walking through a door labelled "KEEP OUT!"

Oh Perrie, you little rebel.

Opening the door, I couldn't help but feel a little bit sad. I thought I was on a short break from this mission.

I peeked through the gap of the door to see a small room with a brown, leather sofa and a TV opposite, showing the boys on stage.

Well, I needed a plan. I looked around the room and I suddenly got an idea. I must admit, it wasn't very smart, but it would've had to do.

I grasped the keys from the key hole in the room and shut the door quietly before locking Perrie inside. I threw the key into the corner of the corridor because if I had the key, people would've known that I had locked her in.

Anyway, I ran down the corridor and went straight to Little Mix's room. Making sure noboy was inside first, I strolled in and went straight to the first handbag I saw. I looked inside and found a phone, but I realised it wasn't Perrie's because the lock photo was a picture of Leigh-Anne with, who I assumed, her boyfriend.

I ran to the next hand bag and noticed that it wasn't Perrie's straight away because the hairbrush inside of it had redish hair.

I looked around the room some more, finding make-up, pictures, clothes and some very kinky underwear, whilst the TV was blasting the images and sounds of the boys on stage. Finally, I came to a conclusion:

Perrie wasn't going to keep her bag in their dressing room if it had guns and knives, would she?

An instant image of Perrie in the small room popped up into my head, and I realised that she had the bag on her.

I went to slap myself but realised another thing... She definitely didn't have the bag with her when I had found her walking about, because she had the gun in her hand. That meant she must've kept it in the locked room!

In frustration, I span on my heel and turned to walk out the room, but was stopped by a frightening sound.

Slowly, I turned back around and looked at the TV, to see the boys on stage... But they weren't singing and dancing like they should've been.

They were crowding around one single figure, that was lying on the stage floor.

Floods and floods of screams replaced the silence that had momentarily taken over.

Men pounced on stage from different directions and ran towards the body on the floor. It was the body that always made my legs weak. The body that gave me shivers whenever it looked at me. The body I had quickly grown to fall for.

And as I watched the body lay on the stage floor, I became speechless.

Because I had failed my mission.

Because my friend looked lifeless.

Because on the floor, laid Zayn Malik.

And in his chest, laid a bullet.