Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah. No, I do not own, quite obviously. Haha

So, who's excited for chapter nine? I'm not, I'm nervous! Haha ;) Am I making you think something special is going to happen? Who knows, I haven't written it yet :P

OMG, today was soo cold, and tonight is meant to be even colder. 1 Degree :O I don't have a heater in my room either. I'm dreading going to bed haha.

Thank you everyone for your amazing reviews. They keep getting better with each chapter, and I cannot believe the amount of them I have gotten. Seriously, when I first started, I was expecting maybe half a dozen at most. Not this much! :) you guys are the best!

Who else remembers in one of the first episodes how something happened, and Kendall was like 'Hockey Pucks!" instead of swearing. Haha.

And finally, I've been trying to get this chapter loaded for a few hours now, but ffnet won't let me for some

Chapter Nine awaits ye young'uns.

Heart beat thumping, legs running, Kendall ran. Clasped in his cold hands was the object from the pool.

"GUYS!" he bellowed as he came skidding to a halt in the open plan living room.

His three friends were by his side instantly, Logan bumping into Carlos and knocking him over. As the short boy was climbing back to his feet, Kendall held the object out.

"A camera?" James asked, taking the small piece of technology. "Are we taking photos?" a comb was in his hand, brushing his hair into perfection. Kendall shook his head, refraining from rolling his eyes.

"It fell in the pool," he said, out of breath. His three friends eyed him warily.

"You stole someone's camera?" Carlos asked, "Cos that's really mean,"

"No," shaking his head, Kendall told them what happened. Looks of understanding appeared on his friends faces, and Carlos apologised. Patting him on the shoulder, Kendall turned to Logan.

"Can you find out what's on it?" It was Logan's turn to roll his eyes.

"Sure, it's not difficult, take the memory card out, and place it in the laptop. A blind monkey with half a brain could do this,"

James snorted, "Yeah, that's why he's getting you to do it,"

Glaring, Logan brought the first picture up, gasping.

"What? What is it?" Kendall asked desperately, looking down at the screen nervously. His friends peering down as well.

The first picture was of Kendall reclined by the pool, the guys with him. As they scrolled through the images, they all felt their skin start to crawl. No matter where they were, there were photos. Even times when it was just the four of them.

They stopped dead, as they came across a photo of Kendall in the shower, bottle of shampoo up to his lips as he sang.

The four boys stared at each other, fear shining harshly in all their eyes.

"Oh, my god, you can see the person's shadow!" James exclaimed, leaning in, and pointing out the shadow that fell across the bathroom.

Kendall started pacing, head bowed.

"How could I not see this? How is this person doing this? There wasn't anyone in there!" he felt so violated, not understanding how anyone could possibly be this dangerously good at stalking him. He had never felt so much fear in his life.

It was as though the same thought hit all four boys at once, as they were all suddenly peering around the room, looking for someone he could possibly be taking photos. But all the doors were closed, curtains shut. There was no possible way that anybody was able to take any photos.

The laptop beeped.

Logan rushed over to it, discovering a new email. He opened it and saw a picture of all four of them, obviously taken just then.

All four of them squealed, jumping to each other.

"Anywhere, anytime," Logan read out from beneath the image.

"Oh, God, oh, my god," Kendall was hyperventilating. He crashed to his knees, shaking his head violently. Was there anywhere safe?

Logan knelt before him, resting his hands on Kendall's shoulders.

"Calm down, Kendall, don't let them think they affect you so much," he tried to soothe, knowing it wasn't going to work, but surprised when it did. Kendall rose to his feet shakily, and stared around the room again, looking for something, anything, that could indicate a camera of some description, but he found nothing.

"Whatever, let's talk to Gustavo tomorrow. He will sort this out… Wait, where's Freight Train?"

"Gustavo had to borrow him for a bit, said he'll be back to pick us up tomorrow morning for rehearsals," Carlos said quietly, feeling awfully uncomfortable.

"Where's somewhere we can go, that they won't be able to find us?" Logan asked suddenly, just wanting to get Kendall away from any cameras.

"Ooh, I know!" Carlos exclaimed, smiling brightly. He ran into Kendall and Logan's room, and appeared moments later, motioning them in.

Kendall was shocked to see a full made blanket fort, ready and waiting. Carlos passed out torches and a ball of Cheetos and ushered his friends in before him, before pulling down the flap of an entrance.

The four boys made themselves comfortable on cushions on the floor, grinning at each other. It was so childish, but it made them feel free and safe.

Logan pulled the camera out from his pocket and began inspecting it.

"It's one of those new waterproof cameras, you can upload the image straight to Facebook and everything," he muttered, half to himself, half to his friends. His friends stared at him. Glancing at them, he shrugged, "what? I thought I'd find out what we are working with,"

"Sure, whatever," James growled. Kendall looked at him, frown creasing his brows.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked his tall friend. James stared at him, looking so very guilty.

"This is all my fault," he whispered. Kendall's mouth fell open.

"No! Don't even think that!"

"How could I not, Kendall? If it wasn't for me wanting to be famous, and pushing you all into this, none of this would've happened. You'd be safe!"

Kendall smacked the back of the boys head, glaring at him harshly.

"Don't be an idiot, James. If we didn't really want this then none of us would be here, so, don't start the guilt stuff, because it's pointless, and none of us are going to blame you for it. So, don't even start," his voice was menacing and serious, and James just nodded looking down, the guilty look not disappearing though.

Their eyes flew to Logan when the boy whistled suddenly.

"What? What is it?" James asked loudly, but was hushed by Carlos, who turned to Logan.

Logan, however, didn't say anything, just held something up in his hand.

"Is that a chunk of hair?" James asked and Logan nodded, passing it to him.

"That's… It's Kendall's hair!" the tall brunette exclaimed, staring closely at the lock of blonde hair.

Kendall's hand flew to his head, running through, looking for a missing lock of hair. He felt like face-palming when he realised how ridiculous he was.

"How do you know?" Carlos asked, leaning in to inspect the hair himself.

"Who else is at Palm Woods with hair this particular shade of blonde?" James asked.

The other three boys snickered slightly at how girly James sounded when he said that. James rolled his eyes at them.

"Seriously, guys, this isn't a game,"

Kendall felt his heart drop at those words, remembering the message and phone call.

"We know that, James," he muttered, looking at his hands sadly. James sighed, reaching out and rubbing his friends arm.

"I'm sorry, Kendall, this is just killing us all,"

"I know,"

The four of them sat up for a while, talking, but slowly, each drifting off to sleep at different intervals. Kendall, being the last one awake, turned off all the torches, and pulled out his phone. He didn't remember feeling a vibration, but there was a new text there all the same.

Seven… Eight, stay up late

He didn't sleep a wink that night.