Isabelle's Point of View

I sat on the couch, my legs crossed and my gun in my hand. My laptop was on the coffee table, showing me every room in the house, Garage, attic, basement, living room, their bedrooms, the kitchen, hell I had one in the bathroom just in case. I even had them outside the house, in the backyard and the frontyard, I even had them on the side of the house.

It was late at night, maybe around one or two in the morning, and nothing happened. I had a cup of coffee on the table and I played with my gun to keep me entertained. I heard footsteps coming down from the stairs and I quickly stood up, gun already pointing towards whoever it was.

Soon, I saw the black haired boy walk down, not noticing me. He walked into the kitchen and I heard a sigh and the faucet running. I walked into the kitchen, waiting for the boy to notice me. After awhile, I decided to just talk to him first. "Calum, why are you up?"

The boy jumped and grasped his chest, obviously showing me I scared the living shit out of him. His eyes were widened and his bandage had a small red dot in the middle of it. Blood. "I was gonna get a drink, what are you doing up?"

"My job." I said and he nodded. He eyed the gun in my hand, looking afraid. "I'm not gonna shoot you Hood. My job is to keep you from being killed, not kill you."

"That's what the person who shot me said." he said and I raised an eyebrow. "A security guard, told me to follow him to the back, so we can get away from all the girls. A gun was in his pocket and yeah."

"'And yeah'? Calum I need to know who it is and what happened now." I said, and he looked at me, eyeing my face. "I need to, ask him some things."

"Are you gonna ask him things or are you gonna put a bullet through his head?" he asked me. I chuckled and put the gun in my backpocket.

"I'm gonna question him first, we'll see how it goes from there." I said, half lying. I was gonna question him, but as soon as I got what I needed, I was gonna put a shiny metal bullet through his skull.

"Okay," he said and I motioned him to follow me. I walked to where I was sitting before, quickly changing the screen of my laptop so he doesn't get weirded out. I'm tired of explaining why I need cameras in every room in the house, including the front and back yard.

"I need his name, first and last." I said and he nodded. He told me his name and I searched him up, not on Google, but on my company's library. It's this thing where you can find out almost everything about a person, down to their ancestors. It comes in handy during times like this.

"That's him." he said, pointing to a man. He was bold and buff, with a sleeve tattoo and pierced ears. He had an expressionless face on and his eyes were a dark brown.

"He still working here or did he get fired for shooting someone he was to protect?" I asked him and he scratched the back of his head.

"He's still working here," he said, his voice afraid and nervous. He was scared of this man, and I knew it. "I didn't tell anybody besides the boys and management. So everyone else is still making stories up about it."

"Don't worry, I'll get him. He won't be here to put another bullet in you." I said and he nodded. "Now, don't you have an interview or something like that early in the morning tomorrow?"

"A meet and greet actually," he corrected me and I nodded. "It's where we sign things and just say hi or hey. Take a pictures, and sometimes fans give us things."

"Okay. So you need to go to sleep. I'll wake you all up when you need to be and I'll make sure no one kills you while you're asleep." I said and he sighed.

"I can't," he said, rubbing his arm with his other hand. "I can't sleep. It's hard to sleep now,"

"Why not?" I asked him as I closed the internet tabs, making sure not to have the cameras pop out.

"I just, I can't. I've been jumpy and paranoid, so I can't fall asleep. It's hard." he said. His voice held sincerity and I could tell he really was afraid. "I keep feeling like someone's gonna take me in my sleep. And on the rare occasions I do sleep, I have these nightmares where someone finds us and kills us, and stuff like that. I usually come sown to get a drink and listen to music or watch neflix until it's time to be up."

"No one's noticed?" he shook his head. "Interviewers never saw the bags under your eyes? Fans haven't seen them? Boys never seen them?"

"Make-up." he simply said and I nodded. "Hides more than you know."

"Listen Calum, I know you're afraid, but you need to sleep. I'm not gonna give you warm milk and read you a bedtime story, but I can put a bullet through whoever trying to hurt you. So, I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about tonight, or while I'm here. When you wake up, I'll still be here, and I'll make sure no one takes you or the other boys." I said and he nodded.

"Okay, I'll try to sleep. Can't promise I'll get any though." he said. He leaned over and his lips came in contact with my cheek.

"Calum, lips off my face." I said and he nodded. He pulled away and I told him a quick goodnight as he walked up the stairs. I went back to my laptop, looking at the cameras.

Nothing strange seemed to be going on. Windows closed, boys sleeping, boxes not moving, no movement, besides when Calum was tossing at turning. I may not like him, but that doesn't mean I don't care. I don't want them ending up six feet under in a wooden box with people crying over it. And I won't have that happen, while I'm with them of course, can't promise after that.