The Keepers (Niall Horan FanFic)

Chapter 16-The Secret [Pt. 1]

Author's Note: I am SO sorry this took so long, I promise the updates will come sooner from here on out. And since this and the next chapter is about Aster/Willow (whichever you prefer;) figuring out Niall's secret, they're probably not gonna be the most thrilling things in the world, but bear with me because they're kind of necessary. After these next two I promise things will start to get heated between Aster and her little Irish target. I just thought I'd get the boring stuff out of the way first.

Well...I'm gonna go eat food now. Enjoy :) -D

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I slump down in my chair, big and warn from all those years of constant use. I bought it because it completely envelopes you once you sit down in it. Never having had the luxury of a parent's loving arms to do this, I figured the chair was the second best thing. Not that I'd ever really know. 

But my thoughts are far from my parents as my eyes flick from every small posession I placed on my computer desk, never really staying in one place for long. My mind is racing, running through all the possible reasons as to why I just saw Zayn Malik in an alleyway less than five minutes from this plaza.

 Why was he there? How did he know I was there? What was he doing? I gave too much away. I should have taken out that boy the moment I sensed trouble. No, not taken out. I couldn't kill him without raising a dangerously high amount of suspicion. Wait. Kill him? What am I thinking? Since when do you kill people, Aster?

Well, since never, but...I gingerly touch the back of my head, right where the scar from our first meeting is. Since then, I think, my eyes hardening. Something about that night changed me, which now I'm thinking that's what it was intended to do. Realizing that me employer was more than willing to kill me awakened senses that I had been trained to have, the idea that this isn't just a job anymore. I'm working for a madman who's depending on me, my life and one million dollars as the price for winning. If I lose, well, I'm already aware of what waits for me.

I swivel around, checking the 6 different monitors covering the entries to the plaza, elevators, loos, levels 12, 14, and my own, 13, my front door, and the balconies/stairwell behind my room, making it virtually impossible to enter without my knowing. I also installed motion-sensitive alarms to go off in various places such as my door, each of my windows, the balcony and just outside the elevator, setting them to go off if anyone over or under my or my neighbor's weight limit decides to take a visit. Seeing as I weigh exactly 115 pounds, that shouldn't be a problem, but I had to get the exact weight of my neighbors to insure that they wouldn't sound like a fire alarm every time someone walks off the elevator. Mrs. Figgs was easy since she only weighs about 80 pounds, but Johnson's took a full bottle of drug-induced sleep medicine and all of my upper body strenth.

Precautions, I think, swiveling back around, feeling my brain fry from being in overdrive. I installed all of it, trusting no one to do the job but myself. When you're carefree, you're not focused. They haven't seen the way his eyes look in the moonlight. Only I know the fear he emits.

I sigh, thinking back on the reason why he's my employer, my thoughts finally resting on Niall. Already I accepted to go on a date with him, and yet I know virtually nothing about the blonde-haired blue-eyed boy I'm out to destroy. On a sudden inspiration, I turn on my computer. I think it's high time I found out about my little Irish target.

"No, no, exit," I say, clicking out of each backround check and surveillance camera with each word. I find Interent Explorer and click twice, opening up google. I smile. A Keeper emilinating a target does better research than the FBI.