One Direction One Shots 2

Clandestine Calls (Part 7) ( Niall)

"Liam I swear to god," you whisper angrily, pushing past him and walking into the suite. You continue nagging him as you kick off your tall boots and drop yourself onto the couch. “What the hell are you doing here?"

        Niall and Louis relax themselves and follow after you as Liam closes the door behind them.

"Gahhh, I thought I got rid of you," Niall groans, and you grow confused at the comment. Liam shakes his head at him before turning back to you.

"You never answered your phone," he said in a sing-songy way. His accent was full-blown British again, without a hint of the American that he usually displayed. You were so confused.

"Yeah, because Niall lost it at the— tried to get rid of him?" You turn to Niall, and then back to Liam, then back to Niall. “You lost my phone on purpose?"

        And Niall rolls his eyes as he puts a spoonful of Lucky Charms into his mouth.

"Yeah, pretty much. Needed to get this one off our trail." He turns to Liam. “Why are you even here, mate? If you’re just here to nag me about my girl, then you might as well lea—"

"I’m here to help," Liam cuts him off. Louis and Niall stop eating their cereal for a moment, not expecting to ever hear those words from the only Spy Kid to ever refuse to follow in his parents’ footsteps in all of IIC history. Liam pulls out a little white phone. Ariel’s phone. “I took it before she left. I read her texts; I know she’s here in Paris."

"You don’t know shit," Niall mutters. He’s obviously angry. “You shouldn’t know shit." 

"Do you really think you can leave the agency behind like that, and then just join in to save your little damsel in distress? Espionage doesn’t work like that, big boy," Louis chews nonchalantly as he points to the door with his spoon. “You’re either in or you’re out."

        Liam crosses his arms over his chest as you watch the boys’ mild confrontation. Niall and Louis sat still at the table as they grilled your best friend.

"I just saw her," you blurted out. “Zayn tossed her into a car back by Double I-C HQ. I don’t know where they went."

        They all stared at you for a long while before saying anything. And then Liam opened his mouth.

"We could start gathering intelligence tonight, maybe-"

"Any good agent knows that patience is a virtue," Niall told the two of you. “We can’t just rush into this after she’s been spotted today, that’s not smart. We have to wait."

"Well we have the New Year’s party on Sunday," Louis finally said. “We’ll get working immediately after that. Until then, let’s… just relax."

         And that’s what you did, relaxed and waited. You spent most of your time in the hotel, avoiding the outside and hoping Ariel was safe. Louis would often disappear for hours at a time, as would Niall. But Liam never left your side. He was just as scared as you, fearing the worst when he considered the idea of Ariel being in harm’s way while he could do nothing for about  5 days.

         And Niall was still himself, he’d leave every morning to handle his business before coming back at night to do his woman right. He fucked you every single night, as an almost alternative to speaking. The more involved in work he became, the less he wanted to be involved with you on an emotional level. And that made you, well, emotional. You’d cry sometimes, hurt by the fact that he had brought you to Paris under the impression that you were going to enjoy New Years with your boyfriend. He’d get angry, telling you to stop being a moody bitch and all that. And then you’d make up, make love, and let it go. But once again, Niall had you confused as to whether or not your presence was of any importance to him.