I quietly tiptoe over in an attempt not to get caught. I grab the bag and grab five slices of bread. I put down the bag of bread and I quietly walk back to the boys, all of whom are watching with disbelief, shock and hunger in their eyes. I throw a piece to all of them. Louis eats the bread so fast he gets he hiccups. I see Liam looking at the bread bag. He quickly looks around and gets up. He rushes over to the bread bag and opens it. Louis hiccups.
“OI!” I hear the director screech. I hear a whip crack, “GET HERE NOW BOY!” I don’t look at anything but a fly that’s landed on the wall. I am afraid to draw attention to myself. I hear the whip cracking and Liam’s screams. I close my eyes and try to ignore the sound of my best mate being whipped. I wish I could help him but I can’t, there’s nothing I can do. Louis’ screams have stopped so I open my eyes. It’s never good when a boy gets whipped. There used to be another member of our band when we first went into the X-Factor, Kyle. Kyle was whipped to death while we were practicing for our first performance as a band. Kyle was probably the best singer and dancer out of all of us; we were really upset when he died, even if we only knew him for a short amount of time. X-Factor and the 1D producers basally made Kyle non-existent, which I find even worse than killing him, erasing him from the world.