One Direction's Bodyguard (A 1D FanFic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 6

PUBLISHED 11/3/15

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Ashley's POV

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I awoke to to Jack softly shaking me. When did I fall asleep?

"Ash, wake up," he whispered, "We're at the boys house."

I groggily sat up. I looked around, and indeed we were. I hurriedly jumped out, and bolted towards the front door, Jack following behind me. Before I knocked, I turned around to face him, "Fuck off."

"What?" he questioned dumbly.

"Screw you," I say, turning around to knock, as he catches my hand.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asks, spinning me to look at him.

"A lot of things," I say, "But none of which have anything to do with you."

"Quit being sarcastic!" he snaps, "I should've left you with Reed."

"I would've gotten out without you," I say, "Now, can't you and Reed leave us alone?"

"You really don't get it, do you?" he asks, looking startled.

"You people keep beating around the bush!" I yell, "Can't you just be forward? I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Idiot!" he calls, "Your parents are alive, and in hiding. Reed knows, and so does the rest of the world. He thinks you know where they are, and who has the keys."

"The keys to what?" I ask, pressing him.

"The cellar," he says, "The one under your old house in Virginia when you were ten. It was a spy cellar. It had all your parents' work. Reed would love to have that. Anyone would. And a lot of people are trying to get their hands on it."

I let it all sink in.

He then cornered me, "No one's home. And we both know you know everything. You wanna tell me where your parents are? And where the key is?"

"If I knew," I started, "I still wouldn't tell you." I pushed him off of me. "Now, while you still have your balls, I would get in that car, and drive far, far away from here. And if you go anywhere near those boys, their families, or my family, oh, God, so help me, I will kill you. And you will die a painful death."

He nodded, and stalked off to his car. I let myself in the front door, "Boys?"

I heard a muffled reply, and followed it into the living room. The boys arms were all patched up, and Cameron had a bandage wrapped around his torso. The TV was on low, and I immediately felt bad.

"I'm so sorry," I said, feeling bad.

"You're sorry?" Harry asked, "Look at you!"

"You look bad, compared to me," Cam intervened.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing shorts, which were practically ripped to shreds. My shirt was dirty, and ripped as well, and I had a cut across my left ribs, which had stopped bleeding. I had dry blood on my arms and legs, and felt crappy.

"I feel fine," I lied, "Why don't you guys go to sleep? I'll watch the house."

"It's fine," Cam interjected, "They'll go to sleep, and you can, too."

The boys nodded, and headed towards their rooms. I sat next to Cam.

"Are you alright?" I asked him sympathetically, "I know it's all my fault, and I can't apologize enough. It's all my fault."

"Ash, it's fine," he says, pulling me into his side, as a brother-sister gesture. I but my head on his shoulder.

"When's it going to end?" I ask.

"When's what going to end?" he asks.

"Not being able to trust anyone," I start, "Everyone crossing you. All these enemies. Everyone wanting to kill us."

"Soon," he says, squeezing me hopefully.

I nodded my head, and comfortable against him. I closed my eyes, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

"Oh, she's the same," I heard a voice say.

I was tied to a chair, and couldn't move. I've been in this position many times before, but this time was different. My stomach was doing flips, I couldn't feel my legs, and I couldn't shake the feeling something was off. Really off.

Someone approached me, and they had nearly black, mysterious eyes, with a tint of green. He had blonde hair, up in a quiff. He had a prominent jaw, and a face with little stubbles where a beard would grow. He was Fin Reed.

He circled around me, like a hawk circling his prey.

"It's been a while," he says.

"So, here she is," says a voice that sounds familiar, but I just can't put my finger on it, "We're going to kill those boys."

"Oh, we will," he says, smiling a grimy, creepy, smile.

My eyes shot open, as I look around. I was in bed, and it was light out. I walk downstairs, and smell pancakes cooking.

I greet Harry, as he was cooking. He slid me a plate, and I dug in.

"These are good," I say, smiling.

"I used to cook," he explains.

"Cool," I say, smiling.

He digs in as well, as we sit in the peace, relaxing.