Nefarious

3.

^^^highly suggest you to play this song when you see the "*"  (yes I'm using AC/DC music again, what's new)

Natasha's P.O.V.

I slowly opened my eyes to the sun hitting my face. I could faintly hear the birds chirping and the wind blowing. An advantage about living in a hideout miles away from traffic and people was I woke up to this everyday. The blue skies, the amazing view, the gunshots and men screaming. lovely.

However, that peace I was feeling was soon drowned out by pounding on my door and a certain Irish voice. "Nat! Nat! Wake the fuck up!" He screamed on the other side of the door.

With a groan and absolutely no energy to do anything, I hollered back "yeah, yeah asshole! I heard you! Come in". Partially awake, I walked to my bathroom and at the same time heard Niall come in, holding a beer.

"It's 9 in the fucking morning" I say, yawning and pointing to his beer.

"What can I say, water is overrated" he replies laughing.

"Okay well get out I'll meet you outside" I add and watch him as he rolls his eyes.

"Fine, make it quick though, we need to discuss our performance today" he answers.

"Yes Niall, now please leave" I say in haste before I pee my pants. I watch him as he leaves and rush to the bathroom.

As I finish up, I look at myself in the mirror and see the aftermath of last night. The bags underneath my eyes, my pale skin, my puffy face. 

Phew—that really did a number on me.

I washed my face with cold water to get the intrusive thoughts of last night out of my head. I could barely remember how long I slept for. It felt like 7 hours and 7 days had passed, all at the same time. My body felt tired and sore, my head was pounding and my throat was aching. I reached for my cabinet door as I took a headache pill and decided to not let last night get to me. I couldn't have my own issues come in the way of performance day. I couldn't let Niall down.

I changed into a dress and made my way out of my room to see Niall standing in front of my door, now with a blunt.

I look at him as I roll my eyes and say "You do know that it's still morning right?"

"Wake and bake, Nat, wake and bake." He replies taking a long drag of his blunt.

He takes a look at me and his playful expression changes. His eyes scan my face and in that moment I know that he knows. He knows what I did. He knows I let him down.

I look at him wanting him to say something. Anything. I have gotten the silent treatment before and I can't do it again. He means too much to me. I'm so damn stupid, I think to myself.

"Niall... why are you looking at me like that"  I question, trying to cover up the fact that I couldn't keep one promise.

A slap to my forehead makes me wince in pain and look at him.

"Ow! That hurt!" I spoke, annoyed, pinching his arm.

"Ouch! There was a bug!" He hissed now hitting my arm.

I look at him dead in the eyes to see his playful expression on his face again. Those blue eyes lit up, his face returned to his natural, relaxed state as he ran his palm up and down where I pinched him.

"You're so dead" I warn locking my eyes with his.

"Not if you can't catch me" he says one last time before pinching me and running away.

"You have started it now Niall" I scream as he runs and I chase after him.

I spent the day having fun with Niall. He was that friend who made me forget how shit life could be sometimes. Given the fact that he was my only friend. We got some beers, went to the shooting range where I flaunted my shooting skills whereas he couldn't even aim the gun properly. We practiced for our performance and went swimming.

By swimming I mean, he pushed me in the pool, I pulled his leg and he fell into the pool as well. You'd think spending almost everyday with one person sounds boring but with Niall, it was never like that. Considering the fact he had about 27 personalities, everyday was a new day. Drenched, cold and laughing our asses off, we got out of the pool to change before our performance. Niall dropped me to my room and we agreed to meet at the bar in a while. As I closed the door and turned around to get changed, I heard a knock on it.

"Niall, I'm getting changed! I'll see you at the bar!" I holler from inside the room, loud enough so he could hear it. However, instead of a reply, the door gets knocked on again.

Flustered and irritated, sure of the fact that it was Niall, I walk to the door in my towel ready to scream at him.

"Niall! I swear to god if this isn't impor-" I stop dead in my tracks, unable to complete my sentence when I saw who it was.

I see a tall broad frame, those skinny jeans and chelsea boots, a red and black checkered flannel with some of the buttons undone at the top. The long cross chain rested on his chest with a tattoo of two birds on each side. The flannel was folded up to his elbow and his arms were full of ink. Has he always had these many tattoos? I ask myself. Just as I could analyse this man any further, I hear someone clearing their throat.

"You know, as much as I would love for you to ogle at my body, I have places to be. I came here to tell you the directions for the place of the heist" he says in a smug manner.

When I realise I'm staring I quickly move my eyes away from his body and look in another direction awkwardly. I curse myself under my own breath and tell myself to end this conversation before it lasts longer. Before I could do that though, I notice him, now staring at me with his gaze fixed on my clothes. I look at him for a second wanting to ask him why he was staring at me, before I realised, I wasn't wearing any clothes.

I was in my towel.

shit. shit. shit.

"Uh yeah, um, just give them to me" I answer holding out my hand while simultaneously fixing up my towel and hiding behind the door so only my neck was visible.

"What is this? the 1800's? You think I have it written down?" he remarks snarkily.

"How exactly did you plan on "giving" them to me then" I counter putting air quotations on the word giving.

"Did you even pay attention to what I was saying? I told you I would tell them to you, not give them to you. Or were you too busy objectifying me?" He replies irritatedly.

"Jesus fuck-just tell me then" I shoot back.

Before I realise it, he leans in slowly and signals me to give him my ear so he could whisper in it. His breath smelled like mint gum, considering the fact he was chewing it and a strong liquor which I couldn't point out. His breath felt hot against my neck and I felt him approach closer to my ear. 

"Make sure you listen carefully okay?" he says, his cool breath hitting my neck.

"I'm listening" I whisper feeling that if I spoke any louder I would break the fragility of this moment.

"So, from the hideout, you will go 10 miles east, then 20 miles north..." He continues carefully giving me the instructions as I listen to the words come out of his mouth.

He adds "Then, make sure you're listening to this part carefully, alright, after going 20 miles north, take a right turn, and make sure you never come back."

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A/N: omg hi I know i uploaded late but I honestly had no idea where the chapter was going but eventually I got it lol. I also tried a new writing style so hopefully you liked this! ALSO DID U GUYS SEE THE PICTURES OF HARRY AND OLIVIA ON THE YACHT??!*#&*^!T#*(*(*&&^^$%^*)**^^ im crying but im also really happy for them, they both deserve so much<3