Dire {h.s.}

17

Harry Styles

This morning is only the beginning of her training, and I can't believe he set me out to be the one to actually do it. I don't fucking train new incomers, I watch and judge. The reason for him setting me in charge of her for however long it takes her to finish training is beyond me.

I stalk down the hall over to her room, not even thinking twice about knocking as I just burst through the door. Surprisingly, she's awake, and dressed. She immediately looks at me at my arrival, a bit startled with how I just came in with no warning.

My eyes rake down her body, taking in the clothes the new incomers always have to wear to protect them. A long sleeved black top paired with black leggings. It's simple, but the inside of the material is fireproof, just in case of explosions and what not during different kinds of missions. Her dirty blonde hair is in a high ponytail with a few strands sticking out to frame her face.

"Ready?" I ask, not really caring for her answer.

She nods firmly, before asking, "Are we going to start with driving lessons?"

I shrug my shoulders, "Eventually. I don't know if it's today."

Of course it's today, but I enjoy keeping the optimism alive.

I move my head at the door and she follows me out, before we make our way down to the front of the house. Stepping out through the double front doors, security greet us with nods, but my eyes are only focused on the car parked ahead and ready for us to use for today.

"Seriously?" I say under my breath, staring at the shiny black G Wagon with windows so tinted, they may be illegal. I'm astonished that he would even allow someone inexperienced to drive a car like this.

Ava looks up at me in confusion, probably thinking the same thing.

"Well, these are the cars he'll most likely have you driving anyways." I say, before stepping down the stairs to get closer. I hear her follow behind, her steps gradually getting slower the closer we get to the expensive vehicle.

I open the passenger door for myself. Ava stares at me nervously.

"Go on, we don't have all day." I say, and she takes a shaky breath before walking around the car to the driver's side. She opens the door and slowly climbs into her seat. Of course, the second she takes a seat, she sinks back.

"Adjust the seat and mirrors." I tell her as she shuts the door after herself.

Her left hand drops to the side of the seat and begins to pull on the levers, adjusting it to her level of comfort. Next, she reaches for the rearview mirror, adjusting it to what her eyes can see behind her. The side mirrors are moved slightly, and everything is set.

"Okay," she says, "I need the key."

I point to the button near the wheel, her eyes follow to it.

PUSH TO START

"Oh," she says, embarrassed, as her finger pushes into the button and the engine sparks to life with a roar. She jolts a little, she's nervous. She's acting like she's never driven a car before.

"Okay, do you know which pedal is which?" I ask, a little worried as I watch for her reaction.

She nods sternly, then sends me a glare. "Yes, I'm not stupid."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to." she remarks, rolling her eyes.

We both buckle up and Ava finally pushes the car into drive. The wheels start turning, along with my stomach, and Ava clutches onto the wheel tightly as if she is speeding, but she's only going ten Niall per hour. She looks freaked out, probably because of how expensive this car she's driving is