One Way or Another (Niall FanFiction)

(A/N): Hi guys! Okay so this is my first fanfiction, I read some and i thought I should write one as well ;-) Again, this is my first fanfiction, so bear with me if I get some stuff wrong... Enjoy! :-)

As I settled myself in the comfy red chair, I let the familiar surroundings sink in. I was in my boss’s office. The boss’s office. It was cozy and spacious. It reminded me a bit of The Godfather. It had a large desk in the dead center of the room, a bookshelf filled with an abundance of large and dusty books that looked to be about 100 years old, and a large flat screen facing the desk.

I had been waiting so long for this day: the day I finally got my first mission as a field agent. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always wanted to become a strong and intelligent woman; so a spy, basically. After I did all the research that could possibly be done, I decided I wanted to become a field agent. Obviously it wasn’t easy to get all the way to the top, but I was now and I wasn’t letting anything, or anyone, bring me down. 

“Ms. Thompson?” said a gruff voice. I immediately whipped my head around to see my boss, Mr. T, walking in with several files and documents under his plump arm.

“Uh- hello Mr. Tweed. I received your email this morning to meet you at your office at 7:00?” I stuttered out.           

“Yes, thank you for doing as I asked, Barbara. Now, lets get down to business,” he stated formally, as he sat down behind his large desk setting down the papers.

“Yes, sir.” 

“Alright, so you might have assumed from my email that I am assigning you yet another mission. Now, we both know this will be a much harder and more time-consuming mission, as you are now a field agent. This means that you’re going to have to go under cover to look into it and dig up as much information on the subject as you can. Because you are one of the youngest field agents the agency has seen in a very long while at 20 years of age, I think this mission would suit you best.” 

Millions of questions sped through my mind as he said all this: When is it starting? How much time would it take? A month? 6? A whole year? And why does it suit me best?

Mr. Tweed seemed to notice my anxious expression, because he threw one of the files he had under his arm onto the desk in my direction. 

“You’re going to go undercover to bust a drug dealer. His name is known by many all around the globe, and he sleeps around a lot as well.  We have been trying to get enough proof to finally bust this guy for more than 2 years, so you will have to be on this mission as long as it takes. His name is Niall Horan.”

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Niall Horan? That’s a bit of an odd name. Sounds like it could be from Scotland. Ireland maybe? I was now driving back from the CIA headquarters in Washington DC on my way to my apartment in Maryland. I kept thinking about how this guy managed to be literally famous because he sells drugs.

I mean, why would you want fame from selling drugs anyways? This kid’s fucking loaded, I bet. And who would want a life that’s consumed with selling stuff that kill you? He must be really damn idiotic to do this.

I pulled into the underground parking lot of my apartment building and parked into my spot. As I walked my way to my apartment, my mind wandered to my meeting with Mr. Tweed. 

He had said that I had to pretend to be one of the many women that this Niall guy slept with. He said that of course if I wasn’t comfortable with sleeping with him, I could just make up an excuse to leave or something after I got some information on him. My mind had began to wander to the many plans and schemes I could do, when he suddenly looked at me straight in the eye with the same serious look on his face he had when he came in earlier to meet me here.

 “Look Barbara, I want you to know that this is not the first time we have tried to capture this guy using the same technique we are asking you to use. Many agents have failed at attempting to pursue this mission because they let their own feelings in the way. They let him in on their mission plans thinking that nothing bad would happen because they’re ‘in love’ and a bunch of that bullshit. This guy is great at manipulating women and is sure to do the same to you. Basically, you cannot allow yourself to have any kind of emotion for this guy except for hatred, because of what he does. Is that clear?”

Obviously I am not going to let some druggie ruin my reputation here at the agency. I know of the many women that have lost their jobs because of a slip like that on many occasions. But not to me. I don’t care who this guy thinks he is, he’s definitely the one to be going down.

“Yes, sir.”