My Lucky Strike

Chapter Two

*Harry's pov* 

Well, this is just heart breaking. Liam is a mess, dealing with the break-up, Zayn is off-the-walls- drunk somewhere, and I was now losing to Niall and Louis in our third round of bowling. 

"FOR NARNIAAAAAAAAAA" Niall screeched and let out a battle cry, running over to our lane. He went a little too far, and slipped on the greased lane, groaning, he rolled over to face me. I was laughing my arse off, nearly on the floor. Louis was literally on the floor laughing, his hand that was holding his phone was shaking from the laughter, after he took the picture, he walked up onto the platform where the tables were. Liam was mourning still, slouching with his arms crossed, I could see the red in his eyes from here, poor lad. 

I set down my bowling ball on the rack and walked over to Louis, who was holding his phone in front of Liam's face. Liam showed no emotion, he just chuckled fakely. This is going to be a long recovery....

Be-Beep

My phone rang in my back pocket, less than a second later Louis' and Liam's went off, Niall was walking up the stairs to our table, and his phone went off as well. I looked down at my phone, a message from an unknown number. I unlocked my IPhone and read the message

I'm back.... Life isn't as it seems anymore, is it? You thought these were your golden years, didn't you? Well, that my friend, must come to an end. YOU won't be seeing much of me and my workers, so... don't watch your back.

Watch the ones you love.

~X

I looked up from my phone, shocked. It was him, her, whoever the hell X is. He's back, this isn't good.

"D-did you get it too..." Louis breathed, I could tell by the look on his eye, he was scared shitless, so was Liam, and Niall, and frankly, me. 

"'Watch the ones you love''" I quoted, what could that mean?!?

"Guys. Where's Zayn." Liam said worried. Then it hit me, we all love Zayn, and he's no where to be found. This isn't-

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I loud scream came out from the game area of the bowling alley. I exchanged looks with each of them, then we all ran.

*Charlie's pov* 

"Okay, fine. Yes Dad, okay! geez! I got it!" I yelled into the phone, getting out of my car and slamming the door behind me. I can't believe he is making me do this! Watch over One Direction... I don't like One Direction, at all. I think they're over ratted, and their fans just ruined them for me, their music is okay... it's just those fans will come at you with knives! It's nasty! (A/N; Insulting myself, #happens) I straightened my bag on my shoulder, which consisted of mints, lipglass, two cell phones, an earpiece (to get back to my father and his workers), and a gun. I know, I'm so badass (note the sarcasm). 

Looking at my appearance, I look like a total loser highschool girl. I was wearing old converse, tan shorts, a red polo with the Bowling Alley's logo on it, and I was wearing a blonde wig, glasses and braces. Oh this should be fun, Friday night in this.

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It's been two hours, two freaking hours of giving people their food and cleaning up after these lazy bowlers. My life actually sucks right now. One Direction hasn't shown up yet, so I was leaning against the counter staring off into space, not being disturbed by people for the first time. 

"Mandie! Go to table five and see what they want!" My "boss" Jack yelled from the kitchen, I almost didn't reply, I'm still not used to the fact that I have to use a fake name... 

I was making my way over to table 5 when I heard a manly scream. I turned around to see two people in all black, holding a guy with a Varsity Jacket, Zayn will probably be wearing a Varsity Jacket Simon's words ran through my head, and once they finished, I was sprinting, and jumping over people to get to Zayn. The men in black looked at me like I had three head, but they soon caught on. The third man who was simply watching, raised a gun. I gulped, where did I put my bag?!?!  I looked around, and then I saw it under one of the tables, (I hid it in the bowling ally so It would be easy to get to in a time like this). I ran over and slide under the table and got out the gun, the guy's gun was no longer pointed at me, instead it was pointed at four boys, one with curly hair, one with flat brown hair, on with spiky brown hair and the other with brownish-blond hair. 

Okay, it's time to do my job. I ripped off the fake braces and the wig, letting my dark hair fall down on my shoulders. I took off the glass and pointed the gun to the third bimbo and black (my clever nickname). 

"Charlotte, it's been so long." The man breathed with an evil grin.

"Let the boys go, and nobody gets hurt" I said threw clenched teeth. How the fuck did he know my name?!?!

He chuckled "You really think a girl like you can beat me! oh sweetpea, you really should learn" 

"Step. Away. From. The. Boys." I said with more force. The five boys were all staring at me, with scared looks. The rest of the bowling ally was on the floor covering their heads. 

He strutted over to me with a smirk,  just then four more men in all black came in and grabbed the rest of the boys. "Make me" He said into my face. My nose scrunched up in disgust. He smirked in triumph, I took this time to make a move. I kicked him hard, right in the gut with the full sole of my sneaker, he flew back and hit his head on a wack-a-mole game and was knocked out. Wow, I'm better than I thought.

"Who's next." 

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Well damn. She's bad ass. 

This isn't going to be an all action fan fiction, it'll settle down a litte.

Hope you guys like it xxxx