Fighting for One Direction

Let me just explain, my name is Emely. I'm 18 years old and work for what you can call some sort of S.H.I.E.L.D- sort of. I don't know what it's called, just that my boss name is Nick. He actually raised me.

Well my mom was working for them as some super cool awesome ninja agent for years, but on the way she fell in love with some guy, gotpregnant and when I was born, he killed her. So actually my dad killed mom. And I didn't even get the chance to get to know her. I was just a baby without parents. I just know she was a wonderful woman everyone loved. It's really funny how different a mom and daughter can be. No one likes me, except nick. The other agents make fun of me sometimes and yeah.. I'm not like mom. Not at all.

Since mom was killed and dad nowhere to found, Nick had to take care of me. And he's cussing pretty much, if you'll wonder where I got that from.

I'm currently on a mission. I'm dressed up ass Catarina, a girl who buys drugs from these two Russians and well, she didn't pay them for a couple months, so she (me) ended up tied up in a chair in a old factory and I'm right now working on getting the hell (you see? Cussing -blame Nick-) out of here. The plan was actually to sort of kill them, but being me I failed, but I'm not done, not yet. And if I take too much time, Nick will probably send someone after me to carry the spills of me home. Something like that.

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"So, Catarina" the fat Russian drug dealer said, with his awful Russian accent. "You owe me 300 bucks" his assistant smirked, what a dickhead. Ugh.

"You know what happens when you don't pay me money back?" He walked around the chair, getting me uncomfortable. "Punishment" his red headed assistant slowly said, threatening me. Oh wow.

"Hey, I was going to say that" the boss said. I laughed at them. "Don't laugh at me!" He snapped, and slapped me across the face. My face turned 90 degrees so I faced the dirty factory wall. It hurt. Much, my gaze wandered around the walls. "Now. What should we do?" He looked at me. "Should I give you more time? Should I cut of your thumb? Or should I kill-" he was interrupted by the classic 'Marimba' signal coming from his assistants iPhone.

"Hello" he mumbled. After a few seconds he frowned, his face written in confusion. It's 'her' boss, wanting to talk to her for a minute?" He looked at his boss. "What?" He was also confused. I already knew it was Nick. Stupid dickheads. "You heard me. It's her boss" I zoned out after that, until the ugly fat, alcohol smelling Russian put the phone to me ear as I pressed my shoulder to keep it in place.

"Hello Ems, you there?" He asked. Well duh. "No" I laughed. "Well, I sort of need you in about half an hour. Can you make it?" He needs me? Very interesting.. "I don't know, I'm working- wait a minute". I made a 'sprint' and turned the chair while I stood up, hitting the Russians assistant. At that point the ropes loosened and I reached for my gun. I actually knocked the assis- no, let's just call him Dickhead and his boss Mega Dickhead. So I actually knocked Dickhead out, he laid on the cold cement ground, bleeding from his nose.

I reached for my gun, watching the Mega Dickhead reach for his. Well he wasn't fast enough, I pulled the trigger and shot him straight through his brain. He tilted backwards, stumbled and fell down a floor. I heard his heavy body hit the 'cold hard ground'- jeez I'm really staring to sound like Taylor Swift. Oh well.

I put one hand to my forehead, feeling the droplets of sweat. I put my right hand in my pocket and took out my phone, plugged my headphones in and listened to a Top List. The Monster by Eminem was playing as I ran down a ladder, and out of the disgusting old factory. I jumped into my car and head over to the headquarter. I paused the currently playing track and listened to the radio. 'We just got the terrible news, the famous British boy band one Direction has been kidnapped this morning. The police won't tell anything in more detail, but the band is nowhere to be seen, kidnapped for sure' the woman paused. After that some weather rapports I actually didn't care about. It's always a shitty weather in England.

But who would kidnap a boy band? Isn't it pretty ridiculous? Or.. It's pretty smart actually. Hold them as hostage, give them back for money, and then be richer than Obama. Sounds really good when I think about it. Why didn't I think of that before? I parked outside the dark building and locked my car.

I put my brown messy hair in a pony tail, that it wouldn't win a price for.. Well, I don't really care right now, I've already killed a drug dealer, and forgot to kill his assistant, fuck! How could I forget? Gosh...

I stepped into the elevator and was one floor away from Nick as the elevator stopped, one second after the lights were out. Not again?!

I'm really tired of this shitty place. Sure, it's not cheap, it is very well built but the electricity, well it's very shitty. I got stuck in the elevator last week too, it took them the whole night to get me out. Can you understand? A NIGHT WITHOUT ANY FOOD. I forced Nick to buy me a pizza after the incident. I think I'll do that this time too.

As I don't know how long I'll be in here, I better get comfortable. I sat down, leaned my head against the wall and stared at the ceiling. As I was about to fall asleep I saw a 'frame'. Isn't it an opening? In the time of a few seconds, I was standing up, my fingertips brushing the ceiling as stood on my toes. I could barley touch the ceiling, oh that's why you need high heels, well.. I don't like heels. I'll break mine or someone else's leg, I'll probably trip on my own feet, being the embarrassing girl I am!

I managed to lift the lock and lift myself up, and was now standing on the roof, there was a ladder to my left so I just used it to get up, and opened something what looked like a door. I held on the the ladder as I almost fell, trying to open the doors I kicked it open and jumped out to find myself in the reception. I've always wondered where this door leads.. Now I know for sure. I made my way over to the staircase, walked for another minute and walked into Nick's office.

Tired and sweaty, i stood in front of his desk. "What took you so long?" Seriously?! "If it wasn't for your shitty electricity I'd be here ten minutes ago. I got stuck in the elevator" I snapped. "You owe me a pizza" I smirked.

"What do you want anyway", as I asked that I saw a creepy smile cover his face.

"I want you, my dear friend, to find One Direction".

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Uh so this is like my first fanfic, and English isn't my first language.. So no hate please :P

My name is Helena, and I love Oreos.. I turn 14 march 1:st and I live in Sweden. I'll update as soon as I can, but maybe once a week? If this even is something to continue working on. Hope you like it, give me some response? Rate and comment please, love you! :-)