HARRY"Harry, we have to go now!""I can't Lou, I have to find Gemma and my mother.""I'm sorry Haz, but we have to leave .I'm sure Paul has them. But we don't have much time. We need to get to safety." I nodded as Louis grabbed my arm and we ran. I had no idea what was happening. One moment we were on stage, performing our last song of the evening when people suddenly started screaming. Everything turned into instant chaos; they had looks of horror as they began to run and climb the stage. The girls were no longer screaming because they finally saw us play live, but because they were scared. I could see them, especially the little ones, crying as their dads carried them on their shoulders as they tried to find a place to keep their daughters safe. I was stunned for a moment, looking at the sudden commotion in front of me. I came back to reality when I felt Louis grab my arm and that's when we started running. My thoughts were confused. I couldn't think clearly. The first thing that immediately came to mind was my family. I knew there was a special area just for our families in the public area but I forgot where it was. That meant they were still out there. I closed my eyes and prayed for their safety. My thoughts were mainly for them. They might get hurt from the stampede, for heaven's sake! "Go! Go! Go !" I heard Josh's voice behind me as he pushed me forward. I looked at him and could see beads of sweat and a look of panic on his face. He looked back and gave me a weak smile as he placed his hands on my shoulder, urging me to move faster despite the overcrowding backstage. Louis released his tight grip on my arm and then... middle of paper...some. Some were simply infected with the virus from the Schmidt laboratory. Well, I called it Shit Lab. When I got tired of looking at them, I went back to my room and looked for books to read. I ended up taking Fifty Shades of Grey. Gemma was kind of a fan of this series and I didn't understand why. I secretly took the book and put it on my shelf without her knowing. Well, at least she's not here to bother me for reading this book. Before I could finish the first chapter, I jumped when I suddenly heard a loud bang from the kitchen downstairs. It wasn't an ordinary sound, so I went to check. I grabbed a crowbar that I always placed next to my bed and slowly made my way to the kitchen. The beatings did not stop. It was our back door. Someone or something was hitting him furiously. With the crowbar held firmly in my hands, I held the doorknob and opened the door..