The Spy (One Direction) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 26

PUBLISHED 5/29/15

Rider's POV

"So?" I ask, "Fuck him."

"Fuck him'?" asks Niall, "How?"

"Who cares?" I ask, "He may be my older brother, but I've been taking care of myself for 17 years, I can do it for another."

He just shrugs, and I push him out.

"I have to change," I say, and lock the door.

I put on black leggings, and a black t-shirt. I put on my dad's old leather jacket, and slip on boots. I put my knife in, and gun on my waistband. I brush my teeth, and pull my hair into a Katniss-style braid.

I unlock my door, and walk into the TV room. We were still in the city, and we needed to leave.

"Pack your fucking bags!" I yelled, "We're leaving in three hours! You're not ready, I'm leavin' your ass here."

Next, I stalked over to Lou's room. I knocked on the door, kind of hard. He opens it, and looks at me. He rolls his eyes as soon as he spots me.

"Can I help you?" he spat.

"Why do you have a problem with Niall and I?" I question.

"Three reasons," he says, "One; You only kissed yesterday. It's ridiculously soon. One of you are going to get hurt. Two; Aren't you putting Niall in more danger? Forget that, yourself, too. Both of you are in incredible danger. Three; You're my little sister. I don't want you getting hurt."

Then, reality smacked me in the face. Fuck his first and third reason-only the second one appealed to me. My face went blank. I sigh.

"Just..." I trail.

"HA!" says Louis, and I look at him questioningly, "I was right, and you were wrong!"

"Ta gueule, Louis!" I say in French, which means 'Shut up, Louis!' 

"What?" he asks.

"Oh, I forgot," I say, "I'm the only intelligent one in this hotel!"

He says nothing, and slightly bows his head.

"I truly don't think you understand, Louis," I say, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes," he says, quietly.

"Did anything stop you from going after her? Hm? From asking her to be your girlfriend?"

"Fear," he says quietly.

"Fear of what?" I challenge.

"Fear of getting rejected," he says, "Or fear of her getting hate."

"Do you know what I'm afraid of, Louis?" I ask.

"Why do you keep saying my name?" he asks, "I know you think we're all stupid, do you think I'm gonna forget my name?"

"As said prior, 'Ta gueule, Louis!'" I say.

He sighs, and I know he's confused.

"What I have to be afraid of is someone on the other side finding out, and using him against me," I explain, "I know the people we're dealing with. They won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head. I swear, Lou."

"That's why I'm right," he says.

I throw my hands up in frustration, and walk out of the bedroom. I walk into the living room. I see Liam, Zayn, and Harry, sitting there, with their bags packed. I throw myself on the couch.

"Where's Misty?" I ask, exhausted.

"She left," says Harry, "Apparently she has some unfinished business, with a Chris lad."

I burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" asks Zayn at my outburst.

"Chris was an ex-boyfriend of hers'," I say, "Turns out, he was working for a minor criminal, to get into the system. She's probably going to chop his balls off, and feed them to him."

They looked ghost white ad frightened. I laughed again, and was getting a call.

"Be right back," I say, and walked out into the hallway.

I hit the answer button, and heard breathing on the other line, "Hello?" I ask.

"Hello," said a chilling voice, and it sounded like nails on a chalk board, "How are you?"

"I think you have the wrong number," I say, walking a little farther down the hallway.

"No I don't, Rider," it taunted. I should've hung up, but I was to intrigued, "In fact, I know everything about you."

"Do you?" I ask, amused, "If I don't know you, what could you possibly know about me?"

"I know you've just been tricked," he says, and the voice changes, into Raven's, "I have your boys. Be at 5912 Westover Drive at 9pm tonight. Come alone. You and I both know I will not hesitate to kill them all, starting with your brother, then the blonde."

And then, the call ended. I ran to the room, and tried the knob. I forgot the key. I knocked, and got no answer. I kicked the door in, to reveal an empty room. The boys' stuff was sitting there, and I saw signs of a struggle.

There was foot drags on the floor, and it looked like the boys tried to defend themselves. Their stuff was strewn across the floor, as if the boys had thrown it at their captors, or tried to hang onto it. The couch had claw marks, and their was drops of blood on the floor.

My only question was 'How did I not hear this happening?' 

Then, I did what I never should do. I dropped to my knee, and cried. I didn't whimper, or let a stray tear roll down my cheek. No, I full out sobbed. How did I let this happen? I can't let the boys die! What the fuck is wrong with me?

I stood up, and wiped my eyes. I walked into my bedroom and grabbed belt. I strapped it on. I slipped two guns in, a couple pairs of handcuffs, a few knives. I walked out, and sat at the table, staring off into space. I rested my head in my hands, and watched the clock, as the hours slowly ticked by.