Calum's Point of View

I sat on the couch with everyone else, my head tilted on Luke's broad shoulder and my feet on the couch under my butt. Ashton beside me, against the arm of the couch and Michael on the other side of Luke in the same position. Luke's head was on Michael's shoulder and his feet on the ground. Isabelle sat on a separate chair, her legs on the arm of the chair and her head on the other.

We watched the movie quietly, no one spoke. It was an awkward silence, the only sound was the t.v, the chuckle that came every now, and the occasional yawn. I was still tired, not getting any sleep for more than twelve hours does this to you.

It's just hard getting sleep. I feel paranoid and scared. Like something, or someone, is watching me as I lay in the bed. I tried filling the silence with music, but it doesn't work. I helps, but not completely. I usually just take naps throughout the day, but today, I couldn't.

I heard a yawn and I looked around, Luke's eyes were closing as Michael sighed. I'm glad Luke can get some sleep, as well as Michael and Ashton. They don't need to have the same problem as me, they shouldn't. It'll mess up the band and not help Isabelle out one bit. She doesn't need four boys with sleeping problems, she doesn't even need one.

Isabelle. It all happened so fast. I didn't know she existed until the day we met. I didn't even know we were getting a new bodyguard, let alone an agent, who is a girl. I was shocked at first, doubtful even, but I didn't bother questioning. If she's an agent, and was picked to protect us, she must be pretty good.

I sighed and cuddled more into Luke's side, tired and feeling comfortable. There was popcorn and soda all on the table, but I wasn't hungry. I haven't been feeling very hungry since the day I was shot, which was a few weeks ago. I remember it vividly. I can remember everything, down to the last fan I saw before the ambulance doors shut closed.

The light of the sun was blocked out with the blinds and gave the room just enough light, but not too much. I wasn't even paying attention to the movie anymore. Too busy dozing off into my thoughts, daydreams, and memories, to pay attention to the stupid action movie that was on.

"I'm gonna go check up on something," Isabelle said and got up. Gun in her hand as she walked to and then up the stairs. As soon as she disappeared behind the wall, I got a cold shiver.

I felt unprotected at that moment. I felt vulnerable, and not to mention scared. None of us are quite good fighters, and she just left. It was only a few rooms away, but she wasn't in here to watch us. To make sure no one comes and takes us, or worse, kills us.

I curled into Luke's large body even more, and his arm was draped over my shoulders. I was acting like a child in a room full of strangers, but I'm afraid. I was being childish, babyish even. I heard a gun shot and I flinched, not expecting the loud sound.

"Calum, you okay?" I heard someone ask. I felt a hand on my leg and I looked down, Ashton was grabbing my leg, looking at me concerned. "You look terrified."

"I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting the loud noise." I said, half lying half telling the truth. I'm not fine, I'm scared. I plastered a fake smile on my lips and he nodded, believing me.

"It was just the t.v. Isabelle's gun would have been much, much louder, trust me." he said and I nodded, believing him. "Maybe you should get some sleep, it'll probably help."

I would if I could, I wanted to say. I bit my tongue to keep from saying that and starting any unnecessary drama. I simply nodded and leaned my head back on Luke's shoulder. My hands were between my legs and my eyes were focused on the movie, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep.

I watched as the agents fought the criminals, wondering if that's what it would be like to watch Isabelle fight. She explained it to us, how she didn't want us to watch. But I can't help but think it would be cool, to watch a girl fight of big muscular guys wouldn't be just entertaining, but it would  be quite amusing.

I heard the wooden floor board creak, and I looked around, but stayed still. There wasn't anything, or anyone. I heard another one on I sighed, thinking my mind was playing tricks on me. I shut my eyes tightly and then opened them again. And at that moment, I swear to god, I heard a deep, evil chuckle.

"Did you hear that?" I asked, as I sat up. Michael and Ashton shook their heads, looking at me confused. Looking at each other then at me.

"Hear what?" they asked at the same time. I looked around, not seeing anything different about the place. Nothing was different, nobody was there.

"Nothing, it was probably just the t.v." I said, and Michael nodded. He slowly looked away, probably wondering what the hell I'm on. Ashton took longer to look away, his concerned eyes made me feel guilty. I don't want him worrying about me.

"Guys, quick," I heard Isabelle say. I froze, scared to hear what she was about to say. "Someone's here, I need you to hide now."

I couldn't move, my body felt like a boulder, heavy and hard to move. My world stopped and it was hard to breath. They're here. They're coming for us. They're gonna kill us. I'm gonna die today. Oh my god. We're gonna die. "Calum, come on."

I felt a hand being wrapped around my elbow and I was yanked up. I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand covered it. "We have to hide, now." I heard Ashton's familiar voice say. I relaxed a bit, knowing he wasn't going to hurt me. Besides for that killer grip he had on my elbow, that's gonna bruise.

He dragged me up the stair and into the guest bedroom. "Under the bed, now." I did as he was told, hiding under Isabelle's bed, making sure to hide my whole body. He took the closet, making me scared and worried. What if they get me? Or worse, what if they get him?

I covered my mouth to muffle my heavy breathing, but it didn't seem to help as I heard Ashton quietly hiss. "Calm down Calum."

I tried my best to steady my breathing but I couldn't. I was way too panicked and terrified to steady it. I heard glass crashing from downstairs and shouts. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping this was all a dream, no, a nightmare. A terrible nightmare and I would wake up from in bed and go down for a glass of water and talk to Isabelle.

I heard more crashing, but this time, there was also bangs, thumps, and heavy footsteps against the wooden floors. Wait, if I could hear their footsteps that means they're close by. Like down the hall close.

I kept my eyes shut tight and my fist in my mouth. I knew my heavy breathing gave me away, and I was trying to calm down, but I couldn't. I'm in a nightmare right now, I can't calm down. I opened my eyes and saw a shiny metal knife.

I reached to grab it but it wasn't under the bed, it was out in the open. I stopped my hand and pulled it back. I looked around for weapons under the bed, hoping she dropped one on accident, and she did, thankfully. I grabbed a small handgun and held it in my hand. It was heavy, and felt foreign. I've never held a real gun before.

As soon as I brought it closer to me, I saw a dark brown leather boot right in front of my face. I had to bit my lip to keep from screaming. I held the gun close, and hoped to god he wouldn't find me. I didn't know how to use a gun, but I can figure it out, hopefully.

I heard the closet door open, and my breathing stopped. The only thing in my mind was 'he's gonna see Ash. He's gonna see Ash.' I heard a deep chuckle and once again, I started breathing heavily.

My chest hurt, and it felt like I couldn't breathe no matter how many times I breathed in. I was in trouble and so was Ashton. I heard Ash swear at the man, as I guess he pulled him out harshly. I tightly gripped the gun, as I felt an arm grab my shirt.

I gasped very loudly and pulled away from him, making him rip a giant hole in my black green day tank-top. I was a bit too big to be in here, so it would be hard to pull me out like that. I heard a chuckle and a groan. I smiled a bit, knowing Ash was still alive.

"Get out or I swear to god I'll kill your curly haired friend. I'm not in the mood for games." a deep voice said, making me gulp. Crap. I didn't want him to hurt Ashton, so I slowly crawled out. "Stupid friendships," I heard him mutter as I stood up.

I was petrified, unable to even lift the heavy gun I hid behind my back. I was shaking, seeing as the guy looked amused when he saw me. His thin, pink, lips curled into a twisted smirk. He held a knife in his hand, which was held against Ashton's throat.

My eyes watered as Ashton kept his chin up and his hands behind his back. The knife was obviously pushed against his throat hard as Ash had a look of pain and discomfort on his face. I couldn't find my voice. My throat was dry, and I felt like my heart was gonna rip through my chest. One swipe of the knife and Ashton will fall to his knees, dead.

"You're the one Paul shot," the man spoke, seeing the bandage on my shoulder through the black tank-top. His face was in a scowl as he spoke. "He didn't do a good job at killing you obviously."

I swear, my grip on the gun was so tight, the metal must have molded to fit my hand. I couldn't breath as he chuckled at something. With all my power, I pulled the gun from behind me. My hands were shaking, and my eyes were still watery.

I took a step back, which made me bump into a drawer. My knees buckled and I fell on top of it, the alarm clock making my butt hurt. I stood up quickly and the guy chuckled. I was in no condition to be holding a gun. I was shaking, terrified, and it could barely breathe.

"Since when did he let little boys play with guns?" he asked. I heard more crashing and a gunshot that made me jump. I held my index finger on the trigger, ready to shoot at any moment.

I didn't speak. He moved the knife and Ashton scrunched his eyes shut. A large bead of blood dripped from a cut on his neck near the point of the knife. It stained his white t-shirt, making part of the neck line turn red. "What are you gonna do about it boy? Gonna shoot me?"

The question was rhetorical. We both knew I couldn't pull the trigger. I didn't have the guts. I didn't have the courage to kill a man. I couldn't live on knowing I had the blood of another man on my hands. And plus, Ashton was in front of him. If I shot, I'd hit Ashton.

I gulped, trying to water my dry throat. I held the gun firmly in two hands, yet it was still shaky. My eyes watered again, knowing he just cut one of my best friend's neck.

As he removed the knife and pushed Ashton on the bed, I raised the gun to point at him. He stood still, smirk on his lips still, brown eyes challenging me. Ashton pulled his shirt off and held it against his neck to stop the bleeding.

"Shoot me boy. We both know you can't. You're too afraid. Too innocent. I could slash your friend with this knife a million times and still, you wouldn't have the guts to pull the trigger." he said, making my eyes dart to Ashton.

I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't. I tried to muster up as much courage as I can, every bit I had at that moment. He kept repeating 'shoot me', as he spun the knife around his his hand. His voice was teasing and confident, thinking I wouldn't pull the trigger.

I looked at the knife, that had a bit of blood on it, Ashton's blood. My eyes darted to Ash for a second, his t-shirt had a large blood red stain on it, and it still wasn't finished bleeding. I fixed my eyes on the guys again, putting a little of pressure on the trigger.

All of my doubts suddenly faded away, and for a brief second, I felt heartless. I didn't care about him or his family. I didn't care if anyone would miss him. All that mattered to me was he hurt Ashton. He could have killed him.

I still didn't speak, but I let my actions show him what I wanted to say. I shut my eyes tightly as I pulled the trigger. A loud bang filled the room, and the entire house. There was a ringing in my ears, and I opened my eyes as the sounded faded away.

The guy was standing up shocked, as a bullet was in his chest. I gasped and dropped the gun, a loud clang filled the room as it hit the wooden floor. My mouth dropped open and so was Ashton's. I did it. I shot him, right in the heart.

I dropped to my knees, and put my head in my hands. All that filled my head was the fact I had just shot a man. I killed him.

I, Calum Hood, just killed a man.

(It's 3am, please excuse any of my mistakes in spelling or grammar.)