Simon Cowell's POV
"Performing at Madison Square Gardens, with your best friends is a dream come true! But, for the british-irish band One Direction, it was a nightmare! For 4/5 had DEATH THREATS hanging over their head! By who? Mr.X. Part of Mr. X's plan was writing poems and predicting to kill the boys and one to die on his own. Briefly before the boys went on stage, a suspect was arrested for being Mr. X. So, who is he? A 16 year old girl. The fans in the first rows were searched and two were arrested for having a concealed gun in their possession. Though NYPD has not released details on who these girls are, we will keep you up to date!"
Brian turned the television off, stopping the newscast, and sat two file folders down across from me, and one in front of me, "Our absolute best are on their way up to meet you and look over the folder. If you would look over this extra and make sure everything is correct." He said while handing me a folder.

After a couple of minutes two girls walked in. A blonde and a brunnette. One was dressed in a black leather jacket, a black tank top, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. I think she likes black. She had blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail. The other one was dressed in a gray tank top, kahki cargo pants, and tan boots. This is their best protectors? They are girls.

"Hey, Brian! What's up?" The blonde one asked while taking a seat infront of me, and the brunnette sitting to her right side.
"Girls, this is Simon Cowell, he is the founder of British-Irish Boy Band, One Direction. As you have heard, there was an incident, which you can read about in the folder, at the Madison Square Gardens concert. Mr. Cowell asked for our best protectors, and you guys are it. Look in the folder for the poem written by--" The door opened and in walked my five boys, "Please sit down. I was just explaining to Alex and Sam what has been happening. I am Brian Richard. Founder of this company. This brunette is Alexandria Gomez, and the blonde is Samantha Gentry."

"You call me Samantha and I will be the one to kill you. It is Sam." The blonde, Sam, said.

“Same here with me, you call me Alexandria, I will cut your nuts off! It’s Alex!” Said Alex, the brunette one.

Sam's POV
"Okay, the five of you boys sit down, and let Alex and I go through this folder." I said, turning towards Alex, "Mr. X was a sixteen year old girl? That wrote poems about killing the boys? Wow. She Has some imagination."
"Her and another girl were arrested at MSG for possession of weapon. But Mr. Cowell would like some extra help and we are the best in the states, but he would also like you guys to train the boys in self defense, and the boys bodyguards in protecting, and as that will take a couple months, you will be packing and leaving on tour with them to England." Brian said looking at us.
"few weeks ago, you all doubted me.
I proved you wrong just by saying that
Haylor would be spotted in public and
Payzer would get back together on Dec. 2nd
In a few hours
One will leave
One will get shot
Two will admit
One will commit
All when the lights disappear
Worry about the one who'll wear blue,
has plenty of tattoos, and received the most boo's.
Forget about all the jokes,
the one who smokes,
and the first who spoke.
be prepared, my dear,
tomorrow it will all be here.
tick tock goes the clock that will end it all.
Don't be surprised when you see the curly one fall.
I'll be in the crowd close enough to touch,
but no matter what you do it will not be enough.
If all goes as planned,
all will be dead.
tick tock one direction,
you will lose your head.
the birds will no longer be living.
his once alive lips will once be blue and cold.
the Irish one will no longer be able to breathe.
Maybe shot or not.
While daddy will have the arrows point him out of this boy band one direction.
that will be no more by tomorrow's performance at MSG. Toodle do.
the one with the birds on his chest wont be flying much longer.
they will reach their gloomiest 'moments' MSG tonight
the boys will come on stage
preparing to sing
however one won't,
with me in the wing.
the one with curly hair
and emerald green eyes
such a pity it is
to see the doom arise.
he'll get ready to start
as i load my gun
quick shot to the head
..
the boy will soon be done." I finished.
"That chick has some problems." Alex said after a moment of silence.
"Brian, we will take the job, but we have rules, and since Mr. Cowell and One Direction are both here, now would probably be a good time." I stated getting up from my seat.
"Agreed." Brian replied while closing his folder shut. I stood and walked over so I was standing at the head of the table. Alex joining me.
"Boys, I am Sam, and she is Alex. We have rules but it is to keep you guys safe. Okay? If you have questions wait till the end.
Rule 1: Do not call us by our real names around fans.
Rule 2: Listen to what we say.
Rule 3: Do not get an attitude with either of us.
Rule 4: Break any of the rules, you have to deal with an angry me, and that would not end well."
"Girls, I hate that this is the only way we can use your services, but in order for us to have you on tour, you have to be dating one of the boys. Is that okay?" Simon asked.
"Who is dating who?" I asked
"Well, love, you are my new fit girlfriend." Curly said.
"Ah, Styles. Here is a rule for you, try anything. I will chop your man hood off. Understood?" I asked with an innocent smile on my face, as he slowly backed away.
"Miss. Alex, you would pretend to be my girlfriend." Niall said.
"Sweetheart, I am 19. Don't call me Miss. Makes me feel old to have a title, and that works for me. But the rule applies to you too." Alex said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
"No disrespect to the two of you girls but do you notice they are girls and have smaller arms than us? We would be protecting ourselves and them." Liam said
"If you believe that, follow us." I said walking out the door, and to the elevators.
Once in the elevators, all nine of us, I hit the 17th floor, and the elevator began to move. Once we arrived to the grey and red color schemed floor, I walked down the right hallway to Alex's and mines classroom. We teach self defense. I opened the door as the fake fighter exited the locker room.
"Ah, Bradley, you ready to fight? We have to prove that just because Sam and I are small doesn't mean we can't handle a heavy task.”
“Ah, let me guess, boys thinking you’re not strong enough? You’re too small? Haha their reactions will be priceless!” He said getting the rest of his team to come out of the locker room. Six men come out of the locker room, with th appropriate clothes on. Like some small pads to stop from any eternal bleeding.
"Well, boys," I started,"This is our class room. This is where we teach self-defense. Many guys walk in here thinking that we don't know how to protect ourselves and others we are assigned too. Now if you would please take a seat on the bench right there, and enjoy the show."
I walked up to Ben, the biggest of the six guys. A year younger than me, and hot as hell. He grabbed my right shoulder and spun me around putting me in a head-lock. I quickly grabbed his wrist grabbing it while pushing against his elbow with my other hand. During the pain i was inflicting on him, I slipped out of his arm, and was standing behind him putting enough pressure to cause tears to come to his eyes and him fall on the floor. Alex was just in the process of flipping the second biggest guy over her shoulder.
Andrew came up behind me and grapped my neck, trying to use pressure points. Which gave me a free crotch shot, and I took it bringing him to the floor, and pinning his arms down and pretending to snap his neck, so he wouldn't get up. By the time I got up, there were only four guys on the floor, the other two ran back into the locker room, which caused Alex and I to fall into a fit of giggles.
"My country road take me home. Take me to the place where I was born. My country road take me home. Back to the place where I come from. My country road take me home. Take me to the place where I was born.My country road take me home. Just how long have I been gone? Lord take me home, Lord take me home."
My phone started ringing in my black book bag. The ringtone that always remineded me that my life should be back home. The ringtone, that put me in the past, of the restless nights in the country, being on the mountain with a camp fire blazing warmth in the cold November nights. Laying in the back of a Toyota Tacoma with 12 in lift. Counting the stars while laying in the bed. I made it to my phone just as it was starting the first verse.
"Hey momma!" I answered cheerfully.
"Hey sweetheart, how are you?"
"I am fine. Great actually. Loving the job. I have a big one that I just recieved today. But I can't go into much details." I replied happy to hear the voice I grew up with.
"That's good. Maybe you can come down sometime soon. We can sit and talk over a nice big glass of homemade ice tea. You know you should come see grandma."
My smile quickly faultered. I quickly looked around the room to see if anyone was watching me. They seemed to be in deep conversation with each other about how Alex and I aren't how we really seem to be. I quietly stepped outside into the hallway. I looked down the hall way making sure no one else was out there.
"How is she?" I asked wanting the honest truth.
"She misses her granddaughter. She talks about how you were the one who kept her strong. She seems to be getting weaker. She told some cashier in Wal*Mart that her granddaughter is a ultimate fighter, and can kick any boys ass. Then started talking about how her granddaughter always talked about all these wild adventures with each other, and they wouldn't stop going on the adventures until time called her name. By the time we left the cashier was in tears. She misses you."
By this time, I had tears freely streaming down my face. And I was deffinatly one not to cry.
"I will try to surprize her or something. Some how."
"Alright. Well, I am sure you are busy. So I will talk to you later tonight. I love you, dear." And with that she hung up.
I wiped my face, hoping that it hasn't looked like I have been crying any time recently. I slowly opened the door, and heading to the bench which held my back pack and jacket. I was going to go talk to Brian and Mr. Cowell about making a stop in my home state to see my family before we left. I am alredy missing out on everything else with my family so it isn't much to ask.
"I am coming with you so do not even try to sneak out that door." Alex spoke loudly making all eyes look at me.
"I just have to ask a quick question to Brian and Cowell. Then we can go do something else." I stated halfway out the door.
As I waited for the elevator, I felt another presence behind me. Before I had the chance to turn around, I felt the hand grasp my shoulder. I quickly grabbed the wrist and flipped them into the now open elevator, and pushed the person against the wall. A split second later, I saw that it was Harry. I quickly let go, and immediatly started to apologize.
As we walked into the elevator everyone was talking as I kept to myself. My family was on my mind. Alex didn't have to worry about anything when it came to family. She hated hers. And when she got word that her mother died last year she laughed at the funeral, during the entire service. Her grandmother finally asked her to leave. So she waited for them at the cemetary. After they put her mother into the ground, and put dirt on her casket, she spit all over the dirt and danced on top of the grave singing 'THE WITCH HAS GONE TO HELL, LET THE SUN COME OUT!' Which was sorta funny but very disrespectful.
As we got to the door, I closed my eyes before walking in. I slowly opened the door, everyone behind me started piling in. I slowly walked in and looked Simon Cowell dead in the eye and said,
'If you want me working for you, and your band, then let them come home with me to visit my family before you wisk me away to England. If not, then you can take you band and walk out now."

Notes

My friend Jamie and I are cowriting this story. We also have it posted to wattpad.com other than that this story shouldn't be anywhere else. Thanks!!
-Tayler Grace xx