Secret Agent Direction || One Direction [On Hold]

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A/N: Sorry I've been out longer than I thought. I was only supposed to be out for two weeks. But never fear this is a long chapter and I have a double update. Enjoy ;)

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Niall's POV~

So far we've done really well for new trainees, at least that was what Charlie told us. Just for the record, I was the worst for almost everythin' else. Harry was really good in gadgets, Lou was good in tracks and Liam was everythin' else physical.

 No surprise there for Liam. We all blame the abs.

Liam as expected, also aced the Technology and Sciences mainly because he was the only one payin’ any attention. Louis did kinda well too, because Liam made him write down notes while the rest of us dozed off.

What? Don’t look at me like that. We didn’t know there was supposed to be a pop quiz at the end of the stupid class. And we were tired, it’s been almost a 36 hours since we’ve had any sleep. That’s a long time, even for members of a boy band.

Undercover class of course was handed off to Zayn. In each new class we were given a situation where we had to think logically and react to the different things given in the arena (which is basically a huge ass room which switches shapes and interior according to the situation given). The situation we got for our first class was really lame. It was about savin’ this guy trapped as hostage in a room. We had to shoot and kick down a few standies and rescue a sack of potatoes with a pair of googlie eyes.

And to think I actually thought we’d be savin’ a real man. Nearly gave me a heart attack there.

Surprisingly, Louis and Harry did extremely well in the IQ class, which was weird because those two were anythin’ but logic.

All I did was ace a shootin’ class which had to be done while shoutin’ profanities and shootin’ like a maniac. And with the only two skills I had , which were shootin’ and eating, the only thing I was lookin’ forward to was the bed and the paintball war at midnight.

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Midnight, I admit came by faster than I would’ve liked.

Charlie, who was already dressed in her female version of the whole secret agent outfit woke us up with a hailer she found somewhere. It was what she called a fashion ‘masterpiece’. It was a long sleeved (and quite tight, I have to admit) white cotton blouse with a peter pan collar. She also wore a tight pair of black leggings.

She looked really good. The girls accordin’ to her; were given a cotton black jacket to complete the whole look as well as knee high black boots. This whole look, compared to the simplicities of our outfit, was quite extravagant and maybe a little over the top. And unfair. Because we want to look like hot models, too.

She handed us off our suits. When asked how she got our sizes accurate, she explained how the tailors were able to go through our closets and exclusively cut our new suits exactly the same sizes.

We felt pretty cool.

But if we knew what we were gettin’ ourselves into, I wouldn’t have cared that much about how we looked.

We walked towards the barbed area of the paintball arena. It was really, really big.We passed a few lasses, who happened to also be rookies. Harry, bein’ Harry wolf-whistled to one of them blonde ones and the only thin’ he got back was the rollin’ of eyes and a pair of thongs hittin’ him on the side of his head. (thongs as in, slippers- not underwear)