The Spy (One Direction) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 29

PUBLISHED 6/24/15

Rider's POV

Ocean sat down across from us, taking off her apron. She wiped sweat off her forehead, and attempted to relax a bit. But, she failed to do so, as she was also always jittery like many current/ex spies.

Ocean's real name was Fati, but she went by FZ or Ocean. She used FZ or Ocean when she was on missions. But, she hardly ever used her real name.

She loved food. She was outgoing, yet sensible. She was reliable, and was somewhat like me. She had her long brown hair tied back into a hair clip, and her brown eyes looked exhausted. She was somewhat short, but she didn't mind. She reminded me of a mix, yet girl version of all the boys. She was 17, just like me, and now had a thick, heavy British accent. 

She used to be in New York with me. Then, when her parents died, she was heading back to the organization with Louis and I. Then when we got there, she bolted and left. We were only nine, while Lou was 11 and clueless.

They got him home, to our real family, while McKenna saw spy potential in me. Louis was raised by Mom, while I never saw Dad who worked for the organization. Lou was moved to England to protect him, while I was kept in New York. 

Ocean went who knows where, and that was the end of her. Ocean was the one who led us to the organization, as I was never there before and Ocean already worked for the ISAFA. 

And I became a spy. I always wondered what happened to her.

She sat down, and took a swig of Harry's water. She swallowed, laid back in her chair, and closed her eyes.

"So, how are you?" I asked her. 

"Peachy," she said, taking another drink of Harry's water.

"Hey!" he cried, "What is it with you drinking my water?"

"I'm thirsty," she said, keeping it short, "Your water was sitting there."

She went to take a third drink, with eyes still closed, as Harry pulled it back. Ocean realized it wasn't there, and punched Harry in the left ribs. He winced in pain, and pushed the glass over to her hand. She smiled, and took the third drink. 

A waiter came over, and Ocean opened her eyes. He just eyed her suspiciously. "Who said you could be done?" he questioned annoyed.

"I did," she said plainly, "Is that a problem?"

"Is losing your job a 'problem'?" he mimicked, "Get back to work!"

"Shut up, Austin," Ocean mumbled.

"That's it!" Austin called, "You're fired! It's a game getting you to work."

"Good riddance," Ocean said, "Anyway, I'll take the Chicken Pita with fries. Same for the girl. What do you want?"

The boys ordered, as the guy just nodded, and shot Ocean a look. Then, he spoke, "I'm sorry, Ocean. I shouldn't have fired you. Can you come in tomorrow?"

She looked at me and smiled. "No, I can't. I'm actually leaving Ohio."

He looked taken aback, "What?"

"I. Am. Leaving," Ocean explains, "What? Are you going to stop me, Austin? Do you still think you can control me?"

I was slightly clueless, but I figured Austin was an ex-boyfriend, a controlling one to say the least.

"You can't leave!" he said, "We're not done. You're not done."

"I am, and you're not stopping me," she said.

"I am, too!"

"Look, buddy," Harry said, "Leave her alone. She's clearly not interested."

"And you are...?" he asked.

"Stop," I said, looking Austin in the eye, "She's not interested in you. Now, go do your job."

He looked somewhat intimidated, yet nodded, and followed my orders anyway. In a few minutes, our food arrived. Behind it, a bill arrived for $0.00. I guess I scared Austin a bit too much. We scarfed down our food, and left the restaurant. We headed up to the hotel restaurant, and we decided Ocean would share a bed with me, as Niall had his own.

We both jumped on my bed, and closed our eyes. Before I knew it, I was dead asleep.