The Keepers (Niall Horan FanFic)

"...That's what they call us, The Keepers. Those of us who're a constant threat to those who's faces never weild an imperfection, who's bodies never hunger for something they want but can't have because what they want, they do have. The famous. The wealthy. The most powerful people on the planet, whom we hold in the palm of our hands. Our ability to find things that are meant to never be found makes us dangerous, brash and just as powerful as those we're meant to destroy. We go undercover yet make ourselves overt enough to float onto the radar of our next victim; once we have their full attention, the game is entirely in our hands. Much like the trapping of an unsuspecting animal who doesn't realize it's walking straight into a deadly, well-practiced snare; wait a couple days, give people time to come to their senses and, if everything goes as planned, a certain name will be plastered on the front page of every single paper in London, the secret released and spreading through the air like a toxin. Another best-selling People, another career destroyed. It's who we are. It's what we do. We discover your secrets and sell them for a price that includes your career and your spot in the well-oiled machine of the Classes of your world, which for most people is equally equivalent to their life. We know who you are. We know what you've done. And that's why they call us The Keepers."