Secret Agent Direction || One Direction [On Hold]

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Niall's POV~

A.N: Crazy idea from a dream. Will play a part in later chapters.

 I am so hungry. I miss Nando's, and my bed. My darlin', sweet bed. But mostly Nando's.

We have been trainin' non-stop ever since breakfast, I'm hella' tired. There ain't nothin' better than just nappin' in my bed with my phone and admiring all the sweet tweets (hey, it rhymed) from all the fans.

"Niall? Earth to Horan?" 

Charlie waved a hand in my face, her other hand wavin' the piece of paper with our schedules on them.

"I'm tired and hungry." I complained to her, leanin' my head against her shoulder. God, she smells nice, I don't care if this looks weird cause she's like six inches shorter than me.

She shrugged me off, giggling.

"We just ate, and you guys have shooting ranges now." she informed, pushing my head up. I groaned.

"Shooting? Shooting? WHERE?" Louis yelled. Typical Louis.

"Right now. Follow me, boys." Charlie said, gesturing for us to follow her with the 'come here' finger and we followed her in a straight line. Zayn was at the back cause he already knew the way to the range.

"So, like we're shootin' real people? Or like, birds?" Louis asked, jumping up and down.

"No, we're shooting standies." she replied, laughing.

"And it'll be like loud?" Liam asked. She nodded again and again.

"So, this is one of the most important practices out of all the others because this could actually be like- determining your life and death. Harry's already mastered the gadgets and I have to say he did the best- so brownie points on that, Agent Styles. And I expect all of you to be experts on this." she rambled.

Liam raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"Do we have to like, nail it the first time?"

"Of course not, took me a few years just to be able to shoot the slightest bit straight. Tell em' Zayn." she ushered.

"Shooting's one of my weak links, and I've been in the agency for three years." Zayn confirmed.

I hope it's not as hard as it sounds like.

Once we got to the shootin' range, we lined up along the long counter, with glasses blocking us from the next person.

"Now, put on the headphones and goggles on and just, don't take em' off." Charlie instructed.

"So, when do we start shootin-"

"CRAZZZZYYYY MOFOSSSSS!!!!" I yelled, shootin' madly and randomly across the row of cardboard standies, you know with the cool, side gun thing where you turn the gun sideways- LIKE A BOSS.

"Wow." Harry said simply.

I took off the goggles to admire my handiwork. 

"Great job, Nialler. You hit- no bullseye. Terrific." Liam said, thumpin' my back encouragingly. 

All I did was made a few- correction a hell lot of holes all over the standies, completely missing all of the targets, which was placed on the chest of the standies.

"Oh come on. Why did the bullets hit the rest of the standies' body and not the chest. Talk about unfair." I groaned.

"Come on, leprachaun, I'll show you how it's done." Charlie instructed, pinching my cheek. I wiped my cheek.

"You are so adorable." She commented and I rolled my eyes. Although I did still blush.

"Maybe- maybe, maybe, maybe... maybe-"

"Shut up, Louis." Liam cried.

"Maybe- mate, maybe-"

"Shut up, Lou." Harry said, tryin' to aim.

"May-"

"You say that word one more time, I'll bite your ears off." Zayn growled, shootin' the standies, missin' the target completely. I smirked to myself.

"Okay, now. Your hand should go like this, around the gun. Those sideways shit don't really work, they're just for show. Now, like this-"

She put her arms around my shoulder and guided my fingers. 

My face feels so hot right now. A girl is teachin' me how to hold a gun.

I feel so embarassed and the awkwardness was killin' me.

"NIALLER!! TRY SAYING THE CRAZY MOFOS LIKE, REALLY SLOW. TRUST ME!!" Louis yelled as loud as he could and everybody took their headphones off.

I nodded to Louis and just for the fun of it, I tilted my head a bit, put on a pair of sunglasses from my back pocket and aimed.

"Crazy mofos." I breathed and shot.

IT FUCKIN' HIT THE FUCKIN' TARGET!!!!

I did my Irish jig and everyone laughed.

"Again, again!" Harry yelled.

"Crazy mofos." I repeated and shot. It hit the target again. (A/N" Cliche, but it's our Nialler, so this makes him seem so adorable)

I did it again and again and again. Hits the target every time. 

"How in the world did you do that?" Charlie asked, still gaping there- a bit stunned.

She took off her goggles, shaking me by my shoulders.

"Teach me how to do that." She growled. I had to admit, she really did scare me then.

"Babe, I can't teach you that. It was purely- Crazy mofo, swag." I replied, sliding the sunglasses down a bit, making her laugh.

"And pure talent." Zayn cried and jumped on my back so I gave him a piggyback ride.

And that is how we shoot, kids.

Crazy mofo style.

A.N. I will not be updating for a while.

Explanation in my message.

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