Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 22

*Louis's P.O.V*

I didn't know which one was worse. The fact that we're leaving the responsibility of killing Daniel on Marie, or how absolutely hot Marie looked in her dress.

She entered the kitchen on heels that gave her a good 4 inches. She was sporting a very tight, mini black dress, that she described as the "slutty club look." Without saying a word, she rolled up the bottom of her dress, until only the end of the gun was visible. She secured the gun to the strap around her leg, and then rolled her dress back down.

"Impressive. How can a dress so tight not show the gun?" Harry wondered aloud.

"I have my ways," Marie replied with a smug grin.

So it seemed like she was gaining her confidence back. That's good. If she expects to kill Daniel, she's going to need all the skill and confidence she can get.

I guided everyone outside the house, and into the van that we were being driven to the club in.

"Remember: NO ESCAPING, kill Daniel on the rooftop, throw his body off the west side of the building, and keep up your acting skills," I repeated for the millionth time. I just wanted to make sure that this information would be stuck in Marie's head.

"I know, I know," she dismissed me, adjusting her wig.

Her usual golden hair, was replaced by a short, blonde, bob wig. We didn't want Daniel to notice Marie right away, so we gave her a little disguise.

Everyone fell silent for the rest of the car ride, until the driver announced that we've arrived at our destination.

*Marie's P.O.V*

I inhaled sharply the minute I walked into the club. It's like all the other faces were blurry, and the only one I could see clearly, was Daniel's.

I could only see a sliver of him, but I knew what he was doing. He was sitting at the bar and drinking an alcoholic beverage, waiting.

I knew he was waiting. He had to be. He knows everything. He knows that One Direction will be in the same club as him. In fact, he probably already knows they're here.

"Are you coming?" I hear Harry say to me, making me realize I had just been standing frozen in the club entrance like an idiot.

He had an arm stretched out, waiting for me to link arms with him. As much as I didn't want to even touch Harry, I reminded myself to keep up my acting skills. So, I put on a fake smile, linked arms with him, and we made our way to the bar.

Harry leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You've practiced your accent right?"

He was referring to the British accent I don't have. The boys wanted me to get rid of my American accent, and replace it with an accent like theirs instead. Niall's Irish accent was out of the equation, so Harry, Louis, Liam, and Zayn made me practice theirs.

"Yeah, but I don't think I'm too good at it," I replied back in a British accent.

"Not too bad. Not too bad at all," Harry chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, but kept the smile on my face.

My heartbeat quickened a bit as we neared the bar. Harry let to of my arm, as Louis motioned for the boys to move away from me before Daniel could see them. So, they migrated over to the dance floor, but could still see me.

When I finally reached the bar, I tried keeping my cool. Daniel was right next to me. He was literally RIGHT next to me.

"What can I get you, miss?" the bartender asked me.