Rebels || h.s.

8

-Blair-

•••Two days later, 5:00 p.m.: Ruins Border•••

So, yes, I'm here, putting my life in danger. Why the hell am I? I have no clue.

The two days after I agreed to doing this were complete chaos. Presently, Ash and I were in a fight because she could see no logical reasoning for me to go risk my life to satisfy some document. I wasn't able to tell Connor or Kaleb about the agreement in person, so Connor was mad at me because he heard from random strangers. Kaleb didn't care. He was mad because Ash was upset.

Sam and Niall were out of town, but Niall did text me once he found out. He and Sam had been pretty supportive on the subject, which was a nice change.

The next day after I agreed to be a representiative I signed a contract, met my body gaurd team and rehearsed word for word what I would say in all the circumstances that chould show any possibility of happening, but there was no way at all I'd actually remember it.

So, yes I'm here, putting my life in danger. Why the hell am I? I have no clue.

"This is bullshit! Why the fuck would I put my life in danger!" I hear loud yelling from down the hall.

"Paul, we all are understanding people, just kindly release me and all will be good. " The same deep voice carries through the warehouse.

"Ed, mate help me out here!" A curly hair boy yells as he is carried by a tall, buff security guard.

The tall, curly haired boy is push down in the seat across from me. I'm feeling quite claustrophobic in the small warehouse office. As Government soliders line the oppiste wall the boy continues to yell like a spoiled brat.

"Fantastic." I mutter under my breath while rolling my eyes.

"Lets get on with this, shall we?" One of the people in suits say.

As meaningless words travel through the room, I completely zone out. I feel really stupid sitting here. All the training leading up to this is stupid. I'll sign the sheet of paper and get out. There's not much to it.

Instead of falling asleep, I start to look around. My gaurds are lined up behind me. The boy's people are lined up behind him. There's like ten people in suits and everyone in the room look bored out of their minds. Some gaurds are listining and some are fighting sleep, even though it's well into the afternoon. The curly haired boy in front of me is staring at... me.

"Why are you staring at me?" I state in an offended tone.

Silence falls over my out burst.

"What?... I'm not staring at you. I'm trying to sleep during this stupid ass whatever you call it." He says nonchalantly.

"Well then why don't we break for dinner since no one is intrested?" The suited man slowly states after more silence.

Everyone starts to file out to the room. I make my way out only to bump into someone.

A low, raspy voice wispers to me, "Don't you think if I were to stare at someone, she'd be good on the eyes."

I find myself completely offended as he smirks and cuts infont of me.

"Ass."

•••

After about a half hour, we all return to our previous positions. All I can do is glare at the unknown boy infront of me while the talker continues.

God, I hate how he could just stand there and smirk. I bet he has absolutely no respect for the actual reason everyone's even gathered. As I continue to glare at him, he continues to smirk. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. He wears all black, but not like me. He wears a black faded band tee, black skinny jeans and black boots. His hair is in dismay as if he just woke up. The only color comes from his bright green eyes. Tattoos lace up his arms. You can tell he thinks he's all that, but being carried on top of some buff guy's shoulder at the begining begs to differ.

Like what you see. He mouths across the table.

As if. I mouth back.

For some reason, he gets a kick out of my response and slightly tilts his head back in a silent laugh. All I notice is his dumb dimples becoming more promenant.

He mouths back what seems to be Carrie.

What? I mouth in confusion.

He draws H-A-R-R-Y out on the table.

I nod back mentally laughing at how bad a mouther he is.

What about you? He asks.

Why do you care?

"Am I interupting something here?" The suited man asks.

Both of us shake our head. My first instinct is to laugh, but soon I realize he got me in trouble. Damn it Blair! You're representing the Uprising. I resume my glaring. Harry looks at me confused seeing how fast my mood has changed.

The next hour or so is filled with Harry trying to break my stare. But through the same next hour or so, I can't help but smile at the disturbance infront of me.