Operation One Direction

Gun Shots

 When you mourn, you're suppose to cry and lock yourself in your room until the pain goes away, but not me, well at least I can't. I have to stay strong as I still am on the job. I can't let my uncle's death effect my work.

I was up at the crack of dawn today getting dressed in my usual spy clothing. I didn't feel like putting my jacket on so I just left the room in my black tank top and black leather pants.

Walking into the kitchen you could feel the tension. It wasn't bad tension like, I'm gonna slit your throat, but it was more like I don't know what to say, tension. I sighed as I smiled at Liam who seemed to be the only one up at this hour.

“Morning, Payton.” Liam said as he nodded my way.

“Morning, how was your sleep?” I asked as I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

“It was okay, how was yours?” He asked as worry filled his eyes. I didn't really sleep well when my uncle just died, but I wasn't going to confess that.

“It was good. Slept like a baby.” I said as I chuckled dryly taking a sip from the bottle. The cold liquid running down my throat. As it washed down I could feel the cold spread through my body, making me shiver and then it was gone.

“That's good, I guess.” Liam said nervously as if he didn't know what to say. His eyes falling to anything else.

“Look Liam, don't feel bad for me. It was bound to happen sometime, rather now then never, right?” I said as I shrugged my shoulders. The monster of grief was clawing it's way at my throat, but I swallowed hard trying to keep my emotions inside.

“That's horrible to say, Payton. You deserve to feel terrible, your last relative died.” Liam gushed as he grabbed my shoulders turning me to face him. His eyes were filled with sadness, hurt, and worry. Something I hate to see from people. I don't need to feel terrible it's my body, my emotions.

“Don't remind me.” I grumbled as I ripped my shoulders from his grasp. I grabbed the water bottle and turned back to a concerned looking puppy, Liam. “Now I'm going to wake up Harry, he said he would take me to the gym.” I said as I stalked out of the kitchen and back up the stairs. I knew Harry didn't stay in my bedroom last night, because well my uncle just died and I'm a girl. There was probably only one place he would be.

I walked down the hall and silently opened Louis' door. There they were cuddled up together under the blankets. Harry's mouth slightly agape as soft snores were emitted from his mouth. Louis' leg was slung atop the covers, crossing over to Harry's side of the bed, as his arm was slung solemling across Harry's chest. They act so gay sometimes, I actually believe they are, but they're not. They just have a very strong relationship and you can see that. I looked around the room and noticed a bull horn in the corner near Louis' suitcase. Why he had it? I have no idea, but I'm going to use it. Sometimes people need a rude awakening.

I stalked soundlessly over to the bullhorn grabbing it and turning it on. It was a pretty nice one and not one of those cheap ones you get from like the dollar store or something. I climbed on the bed and started jumping up and down as I screamed into the bullhorn.

“Wake up you lazy, butts!” I yelled into the bullhorn as I continued to jump up and down. Louis was a light sleeper so his eyes immediately shot open, but Harry was a deep sleeper and was still sleeping.

“Payton, what the hell are you doing?” Louis grumbled as he snatched the bullhorn from me, turning it off and throwing it to another side of the room.

“Well there's a lot of things I could be doing, but instead I'm waking you butts up.” I said as I stopped jumping and fell in between the two boys. I let out a small giggle as I smiled my normal fake smile and looked into Louis' bright blue eyes.