The Spy (One Direction) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 16

PUBLISHED 3/5/15

Rider's POV

I follow their gaze. Directly to my badge. Sons of a bitch!

"I knew it!" yells Louis. "You are a spy."

"I wish," I say, pulling my shirt down to cover it. "It's a fake, piece of plastic. My dad got it for me when I was a little kid, before he died. I held onto it ever since."

I start to 'cry,' at the memory of my 'dad.'

"Louis!" yells Liam. "You made the poor girl cry."

"Liam, it's fine," I say. "He didn't know."

I say, wiping my 'tears.'

"She's lying!" says Louis. "She is a spy. I'll prove it."

"Louis," scolds Paul. "Enough of your crazy assumptions."

"Fine, let's settle this, once and for all," says Liam. "Scarlett? Can I see your 'badge'?"

"Just, be careful," I warn, unclipping it from my belt. I hand it to him.

The badge has ISAFA printed on the front. My name, age, level, and class are engraved in the back.

"Why does it say Rider Elizabeth Tomlinson, Age 17, Level 10, and Class A?" asks Louis.

"It's my 'fake identity'," I say. "All spies have one. Can I have it back now?"

Liam hands it back to me. I clip it back on. I give Louis a glance, telling him to drop it.

"So, how many concerts do we have in NYC?" I ask.

"Three," says Harry.

"We can't stay in the same place for a few days," says Louis, basically taking the words out if my mouth.

"Why not?" questions Zayn.

"Well, if we have this dude after us," says Louis. "We have to run. Not stay in the same place for three days, waiting for him to come kill us."

"If management thought it was a problem, they wouldn't of planned it like that," says Liam, adding his two sense.

"I honestly don't think management understands what kind of danger you're in," I say.

"What about the danger you're in?" asks Niall.

"I can very well handle myself," I say.

"How?" asks Louis. "You're a girl, and the youngest."

"So?" I question. "I could still beat all of your asses."

"Let's test that theory at the hotel," says Harry.

"Do you guys really want a rerun of Laser Tag?" I ask, mockingly.

"Ya," says Zayn. "Well have a little fight at the hotel."

"You boys will not fight with Scarlett," scolds Paul.

"Paul," I say. "If they honestly want what they're going to get, I'll give it to them. Well, there's about 6 more hours of flying. I'm going to sleep."

I close my eyes. I drift off into a restless sleep, worried about someone attacking at any moment.

**********

I open my eyes. I see the boys, sitting there, talking to each other.

"Se il vous plaît, boucle jusqu'à, l'avion atterrira sous peu," says the speaker.
(Please, buckle up, the plane will be landing shortly.)