A/N Hey, I'm sorry the first chapter sucked): ...I needed a start to really get into the story. Please review, it would be much appreciated. Keeping In Mind This Is My First Story..But, Dont Worry..Have Really Good Chapters Already Written..Just Have To Write The Majority Now :(
I stared at my phone. I heard Dylan breathing heavily, his head on my shoulder. The text was frightening, and yet; I couldn't click away. Who was this 'Gunman' what did he want with me? Panic washed over me. How. Did. He. Get. My. Phone. Number? My internal panic was disrupted my Dylan shouting for his dad, Ian.
"What, what is it?" Ian said, concern displayed in every corner of his face. Dylan grabbed the phone from my hands and tossed it to his father. He read it quickly, before calling the rest of his family into the sitting room. He forwarded the text from my phone to his and then deleted it from my inbox. "Danielle, it seems the Gunman has decided to make himself known again." A hand flew to Dylan's mothers face. The rest of the boys exchanged fearful glances and groaned. "Josh, will you alert the police please?" the second eldest nodded and walked out of the room. I just couldn't wrap my head around this. I listened intently as Ian explained who the Gunman was and what he was doing. "The Gunman is essentially a stalker. Swearing revenge on my family and leaving a string of empty threats and police calls in his wake." Danielle walked over and placed her arm over my shoulders. It wasn't until then that I knew that I was shaking. "He's a stalker." I processed the information. "But, how did he know about me coming on tour with you? How did he know my phone number?" I asked, my voice cracking towards the end of the sentence. "I don't know." He shook his head. "I honestly can't answer that." I felt another set of arms around me; I turned my head to see Mike, comforting me. But, really I knew that they were the ones who needed comforting. "So what does this mean?" I tried steadying my voice. I walked to the window, replaying the last ten minutes in my head.
Why would anyone want to stalk this loving, kind family? Why would anyone want to threaten this loving, kind family? It just didn't make sense to me; big stars got stalked. Big like, A-list celebs got stalked. But why them? Why me? What could I have done? I shook my head and placed a hand on the glass. I sighed and closed my eyes, it seemed impossible. Just, un-real. "Abi, would you like to go home and pack?" I whirled round to see the Johns family stood in a line, all of them with their arms folded across their chests, like a barrier between them and me. I was freaked out, really freaked out. But what annoyed me the most is that, Dylan hadn't said one word to me since I got the sinister text. "What?" I asked, dumbfounded that they still wanted to spend the next year of my life with them. Even though, I may have dragged them deeper into the world of The Gunman. "Well, don't you want to come any more?" Dylan asked, this time he really did look pained. I walked forward and took one of his hands. "Of course I still want to come silly, it's just..." I trailed off, not wanting to look any of them in the eye. "Just, what?" Paul questioned me. Crap, now I'd have to some up everything I was feeling in this moment. "Don't you think that me coming would put you in any more danger?" I asked, trying not to be blatantly obvious that I'm crapping myself over this. "Abigail, you will not be in any danger." Dylan pulled me into a hug. "I promise." I felt nervous, of course I would still go on tour with them; but I wouldn't feel at ease.
The nods and words of promise melted away at the sight of ice blue eyes bearing into my face from across the street.