Live While We're Spies (A One Direction and Jonas Brothers Spy Story)

Chapter 5

Nothing much really happens until the end of the chapter. But what happens... well it happens.

Waking up with a hang over is never a fun experience. And this time was not different than any other time it had happened to me. Well… that wasn’t completely true. I didn’t tend to wake up quite so miserable from the hangover.

I groaned, pulling the blankets closer and snuggling up into the bed I was on. Despite the pounding headache and general misery I was dealing with, I had to admit that the bed was incredibly comfortable. It was so soft and… un couch like.

That was weird though. I hadn’t slept on an actual bed in ages. The agency paid well, but with college, rent, food, and utilities to pay for all by myself, I hadn’t been able to afford a bed yet. My parents had been kind enough to gift me one of their old couches, but I’d declined any more help since then. So why was I suddenly so comfortable?

I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the little bit of light that was entering the room through the windows. That was new too. I didn’t tend to sleep in a room with windows. I was fine with a room that was completely dark when the lights weren’t on. But even without the window, the room I was in didn’t look familiar at all. It was littered with dirty clothes and other assorted items.

What worried me most wasn’t that I didn’t know where I was, it was that I couldn’t recall to how I’d gotten there. I faintly recalled Nick bringing back to the agency and us running into the Directions… after that was a bit blurry. Hadn’t I eventually agreed to let them get me to my apartment though?

This definitely wasn’t my apartment, that much was for sure. From the looks of it, the dirty clothes belonged to a male. I didn’t have a male roommate. Hell, I didn’t even have a female roommate. I lived alone, not even a pet to keep me company. So that even furthered my suspicions that I’d either forgotten or had been unconscious to some key events from last night.

I let out a grunt, deciding it was best if I got up and figured out exactly where I was. Uncovering myself from the warm confines of the bed I found that I was still fully clothed in the getup the agency had made me wear for the mission. That was good, at least. It more than likely meant I hadn’t made any mistakes or been taken advantage of in my drunken state. That was a comforting thought.

I sat up, swinging my legs over the bed and planting them on the floor. The carpet was soft and cushy, much nicer than the worn out crap in my apartment. Whoever owned this place had the money to make it a good deal more luxurious than mine was. I sort of envied them in a way.

Forcing myself up I began walking towards the door, carefully avoiding stepping on anything that might alert anyone to my being awake. I had no way to be completely sure where I was and thus I had no idea who might be on the other side of the door. Stealth was an important part of being a spy and being one for as long as I had, I found the task of getting to the door without being noisy to be quite an easy one.

I gingerly placed my hand on the door, slowly turning the knob and pulling it open. Not a squeak to be heard, that was very beneficial to me. Peaking out into the hallway, I found that there was no one to be seen. Things were going quite well for me.

Soon I was quietly and slowly making my way down the hall. I’d closed the door as gently as possible, careful to make sure it didn’t slam behind me. The hallway had about three doors other than the one to room I’d left. What was behind each door, I decided, wasn’t important at the given moment.

I found myself at a staircase, happy to see that it was still carpeted. The carpet was cutting down on any possible noise I could make. I found myself being very grateful for the quality of this place as I made my way down the stairs. Once at the bottom, I found myself in, what was obviously, a living room.