Secret Agent Direction || One Direction [On Hold]

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Niall's POV~

"Now let's get a move on." Charlie said, finally getting up. I waved the postcard in front of her face. "What?"

"Aren't we goin' to search for the bombs?" I asked her. It didn't really seem to make sense to me to crack somethin' as big as this open and leave it hanging.

"Simon wants us back at the espionage. We're coming back later, they've found out about us and the other boys have already retreated."

She placed a finger on her lips and carefully led me to the door, making sure to turn off the lights. The pile of men outside our door were hard to get around but we made it without them wakin' up or else we would've been in a shitload of trouble.

The tunnel seemed just as endless as it did when we came in a few hours ago. One glance at my watch and I discovered that it was almost 5 am. We have been here for a long time, but my body surprised me as I felt as awake and refreshed as ever.

It had to be the pumping adrenaline.

Nobody bothered to stop or corner us and I silently prayed to the Lord that no one was waitin' for us at the entrance. Thankfully, this did not happen and the arena was completely empty and not a single soul was in sight.

We retreated back to our Ferrari without much hassle, despite last night's events. And Charlie fell asleep along the way but that was probably it.

***

"You two have done an excellent job, securing the location of the bombs." Uncle Si praised a blushing Charlie and me.

The boys nodded appreciatively and sleepily might I add. The more I looked at them, the more I felt like all the action I've had with the mission slowly took its toll on me. I yawned and yawned while Charlie tried to tone hers down. 

"I'm glad that this has been secured, since our other mission was a complete epic fail."

"You may take a well earnt rest, but only for a few hours before you will all go up and running again to secure the location of the main and key bomb. Studying this bomb may be the key to stop the other bombs." Uncle Si finished and nodded to the rest of us, taking the postcard from Charlie's fingers to examine it further, not that there was much to examine.

Our return to our dorm was wordless, passing by the other dorms which were filled with early morning chatters.

With a push of the lock, we landed into our beds and I actually let Harry hold me like a teddy bear- just this one time instead of pushing him off the bed like I always do because its an embarrassin' position to be caught dead in.

At 10 am, we dutifully had to wake up though and continue our classes. It felt like high school all over again, minus the homework- like it made any difference.

Shooting range went by just as hectic as always but with somehow less energy, except Zayn's of course- he had been goin' on late night missions for three years already. I was jealous of how adapted he was to these types of surroundings. And I wanted to be like him.

 The weight and intensity of our mission last night had finally shown its true colours during physical activities. It hurt like a bitch.

"Boys? Assemble please." I remembered Charlie calling us together that night. We were just trying to get some sleep, for God's sake.

"Tonight we are only being requested of one mission. Teeny weeny one that could never go wrong." Charlie said.

We looked over at each other, completely nervous. It could be anything and anything put in our hands could go wrong no matter how much anyone said it wouldn't.

"We're going to fly to America and try to convince their president to delay their conference until the time is right." She announced.

"Why America?" Louis asked blankly. "America isn't the only country going to the conference."

"Well, for one thing, we have the strongest bond with America. Second, though Britain is the venue, the predecessor for the conference was America so generally, America issued the conference in the first place. If we can possibly find a way to convince the president to send an urgent message, they might relent." Charlie finished.

"As if five guys from a boy band would be able to achieve that." Harry scoffed.

"Ah, but you're a Syco agent for now. Or did you forget that?" Charlie said.

"But still-"

"Britain is counting on you. You are going to save the world."

"But-"

"We leave in half and hour. Ready on gear, weapons in secured places, route will be confirmed. Move out." She ordered and we are left with no choice.

***

"Undercover, Harry. Keep your hair in the fucking beanie." Louis said.

"It's going to ruin my hair." Harry hissed at Louis. God, these two.

"I don't care, we might get murdered by a hoard of hormonal teenage girls."

Charlie had forced all of us into random clothes in hope of possibly making us look normal. Each of us had a beanie on the top of our heads, t-shirts and baggy jeans and aviators. We also tried to avoid any speaking while walking through the streets.

Though it was 8 pm, the streets were still considerably packed, especially with teenagers on dates and outings.

"Did you all secure the gear?" Charlie asked, pushing herself through between me and  Zayn.

"Yeah, it's so uncomfortable." I complained, scratching my abdomen. The vest was fucking heavy and the weapons weren't a joy to be brought around in the minute pockets; the end of the guns were warm and the edges were sharp.

 "Who cares if its comfortable or not? I know I don't." Charlie said.

She had been flustered since last night. But Louis just blamed it because she was nervous about meeting the president when she looked like shit. Heck, we all looked like shit.

"We're almost there." Charlie said, checking her phone for like the millionth time. The last time Harry had tapped it, we found tons of celebrity numbers, way more than what we currently have in our contacts so it was quite an impressive sight.

"Who are they picking up anyway?" I asked Charlie. She mentioned the limo being needed to pick someone else up before they can pick us up, but she didn't mention who. Of course, being the bossy and impatient person she was, she insisted we walk through the 20 blocks to reach the limo.

"Who's this person anyway? The queen?" Liam scoffed.

"No, but you'll be worshipping him like one." Charlie said.

"What do you mean we gotta go to America!?" A man cried.

"Is that-" All of us gasped. Holy shit.

"Yup."

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