The Spy - A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter Thirteen

Hey guys! Quick update, huh?

I thought, after letting you wait for so long, let's give you a quick update! So here it is!

Chapter Thirteen!

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Chapter Thirteen

Louis' POV

I watch her as she puffs her cheeks up with air and releases it, obviously bored. She's been reading through papers for hours already and she isn't even halfway through. Zara helped her with the first part, but had to leave for some meeting, so she has to do it all alone. "Babe, you really need to take a break." I plop down onto the seat next to her and look at the mess of papers on the table, then at the neat piles on the ground next to her chair. She looks at me and shakes her head.

"I can't take a break right now."

"Why not?"

"Because I have to read all of this through as fast as I can." 

I take her hand. "Just a short break. You won't be able to stay awake if you don't take a break."

She lets go of my hand and strokes my cheek. "But Louis, I -"

"Just short break, love. Just lay down on the couch for a few minutes."

She sighs, but nods. "Just a few minutes." I smile happily.

I take her hand again and lead her to the couch, letting her plop down next to the lads and I sit down next to her, putting my arm around her shoulder.

"So being a spy isn't always shooting at each other and doing backflips while fighting with crazy bad guys." Niall says and she nods, smiling a bit.

"Yeah. It's mostly this kind of things, and sometimes we get to fight. Even though we're children, we have to do all this kind of things grown-up spies do."

"I always thought being a spy was more exciting than reading through papers the whole day." Harry smiles at her.

"Me too. When I agreed to become a spy, I was really young and had only seen series on tv, where being a spy is only fun and fighting with cool gadgets and tricks. Then I had basic training and that changed my opinion about being a spy. I tell you one thing, it's not always fun."

"What did you have to do?" Zayn says, sitting up in curiosity.

She takes a deep breath and starts summing up a complete schedule she apparantly still knows after six years. "You're ten years old, it's winter and you have to sleep in an unisolated, wooden building with a thin sheet on you. You get up at a quarter to six in the morning, have a cold shower, get dressed in the same wet, dirty clothes you have to wear the whole hundred days, run the assault course, which is extremely muddy so you basically are muddy all day, breakfast at seven, physical training until nine, school with lessons like espionage, you learn a foreign language that suits your race, you learn about weapons and you learn survival skills, at two o'clock you run the assault course again, lunch at three. Four o'clock physical training until six, then get back at the building and shower, mostly cold and seldom warm water. Wash your clothes and let them dry, clean and polish your boots. Dinner at seven, half past seven until half past eight homework, then brush your teeth and lights off at a quarter to nine. Sometimes trips off the campus for survival training, and at the end, you go somewhere to another land with extreme warm or extreme cold weather for the last test that lasts a few days. It's absolutely horrifying. They always search for tiny mistakes so they can punish you, don't give you food, let you sleep outside in your underwear and that kinds of things. But that's why they do it. Once you've been through basic training, you aren't scared of anything anymore, so they can send you on missions and you actually know what to do in all kinds of situations."