Spy vs. One direction?

Meet Austin

Hey guys, I'm trying to get into the habit of updating more! But I have something to tell you. It seems that I accidently screwed up the order of this book. Dont worry I fixed it. One of the chapters (The concert) was moved after a chapter that took place after the other one (FIRE!) So if it was confusing for you, you could go back and reread it. If the mix up happened after you had already read, well just ignore this and get to reading this chapter! :)

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Austin's pov.

"AUSTIN! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE! IM NOT GOING TO DRIVE YOU TO SCHOOL!" My mom yells. I don't know how she pulled off that worried mother at the hospital. She's always like that, around other people. Luckily my dad wasn't here, so it wasn't as bad as it could be right now. He's at work in the morning.

It's all an act, around everybody. At the store, at school, and the hospital. Everywhere we go, she acts like a loving parent. But if nobody's around, she act like a jerk. When we have fights, she says she never loved me. That I was a mistake. She doesn't apologize either.

I get up and do my usual routine. My mom yells at me to hurry up because she'll be late for "work". I'm about to walk out of the house when I see it. I turn my head to the TV and I see it.

The news was on and them I realize my fears have come to life. The fire, the hotel, the boy band! It's all real! Everything! It wasn't a dream, it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. It was honestly all happening.

"GET OUT OF THE F**KING HOUSE! I HAVE A CLIENT COMING IN TWO MINUTES! I DONT WANT HIM SEEING YOUR FACE AN KNOWING I'VE GOT A KID!" my mom swears.

I scramble out of the door and run to my bus stop. They bus comes trudging around the corner, polluting the air with its horrible black smoke. The ugly yellow, run down bus stops abruptly, as if it didn't expect me to be here.

I can all ready tell today is going to be hell by the looks on the kids faces when they see me at the bus stop. I climb the steps and the bus driver gives me a questioning look.

"Are you ok, son?" the 60 year old man asked me.

"Yeah, just peachy." I say. The man shrugs, immune to my sarcasm.

I take my seat, alone, in the fourth row. I glumly stare out the window, with little interest. I feel a sudden added weight to my seat and turn around.

A girl sits there with a wild smile on her face.

"Did you meet them?!" she asks excitedly.

"Meet who?" I ask.

"Meet One Direction, you idiot!" she replies, still smiling.

"Oh... Yeah. I did." I say, and return to staring out the window.

I hear a squeal and turn around. The girl is still there and is smiling even wider, if that was possible. I notice that many other girls where listening in, and now where squealing too.

"Are you freaking serious!" she asks, still just as hyper.

"Yep. I met all 5 of them." I say, still not animated.

"Did you get an autograph?" she asks.

"No, I walked out." I say.

Her face drops and the usual nosiness of the bus silences. You could have heard a pin drop if it weren't for the stupid clanking of the buses old rusted gears.

"You... walked.. out! On One Direction?" she hissed.

"Yeah," I sigh, hoping this will be over soon. Luckily the bus jolted to a stop, at the front of the High School, just in time.