The Bodyguard (5sos)

Chapter 6

Maeve POV

The boys have sat me down in the kitchen where I am currently eating fresh salmon. They have something to tell me, which is a bit concerning, but what can I do. I have to be here for them. I guess.

Ashton and Calum walk in and they sit next to me, exchanging nervous glances to one another. I roll my eyes as I stab my salmon.

Calum clears his throat. "Um, Maeve, so you know how we are on tour right?" He asks this so anxiously I don't even know what they could possibly be telling me.

"No, really?" I answer sarcastically.

He nods a little. "Yeah. Well we are touring with another band."

Ugh. More people to protect.

My ears perk up. I hear six pairs of feet behind me. My hand instantly falls to the knife that is resting in my boot. I take it out slowly, pretending to scratch my leg. I'm about to chuck it behind me when I hear,

"Not her again."

A smile breaks out on my face as I turn around to see the one and only Harry Styles. My hand falls to my left hip where my 1D tattoo is located. It's the old 1D logo with the number 12 written underneath to represent the year that I protected them. I like to get a tattoo for all the cases I do or important moments in my career.

"What's up Haz?" I ask as I shake his hand.

He responds with nothing much and moves out of my way so I can greet the rest of the guys. Niall, Louis, and Liam are there, but not Zayn. I know that he left the band and everything, but it would've been nice to rant in Arabic with him.

The boys all seem genuinely happy to see me and I can say the same. Even though they were pains in the ass, they were fun to be around.

"Hey guys, I have to show you something." I exclaim.

The hem of my shirt is pulled away from my skin revealing my tattoo. One Direction has not seen it yet because I was not allowed to get any tattoos before 2015. I promised them that I would get my tattoo for them, and I kept my promise.

They all fawn over the tattoo, but Niall asks "What about the one on your forearm? The guitar. What does it stand for?"

This leads me into a conversation about all my tattoos that I have collected. I start with the anchor on my wrist. It reminds me about my marine days. It's the smallest tattoo that I have, but it has the biggest meaning.

The next one I talk about is the water color guitar on my forearm. This is honestly my favorite design that I got on any of my tattoos. If I didn't have this life, I would probably get a tatt in this design. This one represents the time I did with Ed Sheeran. He loved working with me and I was very very young at the time. He looked at me as if I was his younger sister, not a secret agent. I would do anything to talk to Ed again, but we lost connection due to my work.

On my right hip is my 1D tattoo which I already should them. On my left hip is a simple 9 mm handgun. This one has probably the worst reason why I got it. My holster rests on my left hip. I was a little tipsy when I got it, but I still love it.

On my right foot, near my ankle, I have a small Swiss Army knife. This one represents the first time I learned how to use a weapon of any sort. Knives are also my weapon of choice. Guns kill people too easily, knives give a chance. Don't get me wrong, I will kill if necessary, I just prefer not to.

I have Jax written right below my left breast, under my heart. I fucking love Jaxon so much. He's been my favorite dog that I worked with so far. Very well behaved.

I also have the word Amnesia written in handwriting. This was taken from 5sos's Amnesia song. It's on the back of my left shoulder. I haven't told the boys about this, and I don't like to think about it while in their presence. This one reminds me of my marine days when I would listen to it non stop. I felt alone during this time.

The four Aussie boys all gasp when I show them this one. I bite down on my bottom lip and close my eyes. Tears well up in my eyes as I think of the events associated with this tattoo.

"Go go go!"

I sprint crouching down to avoiding getting shot. My eyes pop up to see my partner Adam. He is nineteen and my guide for fighting as a marine. He has icy blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that's in a buzz cut. Adam is supposed to be clean shaven, but he has a little bit of stubble covering his chin.

We reach a field of long grass and he yells "Check our six Ave!"

Adam always knew my name is Maeve, but in the battle field, he calls me Ave. I don't know why, but it was the perfect nickname.

I turn and squat to the ground setting up my gun in one motion. I shoot at the people following us, some dropping in the process. Adam's back is pressing up against mine. A smile spreads across my face. He's there for me and I'm here for him.

"What happened to him?" Calum asks softly.

I allow a tear to slip down my face. "He passed away that day. Took a bullet straight to the brain. Killed him instantly. No pain what so ever. Or so they say." A shaky breath slips from my mouth. "Adam was my first love. And my only. I felt safe around him. He was way to young to die."

A pair of arms wraps around me. I feel seven more follow suit. Suddenly, I'm in a group hug with One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer.

I really wanted to add 1D to this story. I think they will add to the plot.
I also wanted to add this chapter mainly about the tattoos because it shares more of Maeve's background to the story.
this chapter is a little longer than normal I think. I wanted to give you guys a longer chapter as a present because it is my birthday today. I hope you enjoy!
Alacazzam