Paul's Assistant

Love and War... But Mostly War.

I'm bored tired and have writers block so... Sorry this escalates so quickly.

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Chapter Twenty-Four

Love and War... But Mostly War

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One, two, three, four...

It's funny. Since the guys came along, Paul is making them do the pre-training workout.

Five, six, seven, eight...

Harry's hair flopped everywhere when he did jumping-jacks. He thinks he always looks good? Puh-leez.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve...

Liam needs to look at something other than my ass. Seriously, Zayn's eyes are about to burn through his skull.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...

I don't think Louis needs to do this. I don't crush him or something, I can just tell that none of this is challenging for him so why should he?

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty...

"Okay everyone, you can take a seat now." Paul announced.

I sighed in relief and walked with the guys over to the bench. "Except you Emma. We gotta keep your heart rate up."

I moaned and Louis laughed. I glared at him and kicked him hard in the shin. "Agh!" He shouted.

I turned on my heel and walked over to Paul. "Now, we're gonna start by-"

The door swung open and a huge man came in. "BITCH WHERE ARE THEY?!" He shouted in my direction.

"Excuse me sir but we're in the middle of-"

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! WHERE ARE THOSE BOYBAND PRICKS?!"

His eyes shot up to where the guys were shoving eachother through a door. "YOUR GONNA FUCKING DIE!!!" The man shouted as he started running towards them.

I stepped in front of him. "I'm sorry but you're gonna have to leave." I told him.

He leaned down really close to my ear. "Listen here beautiful, we both know that you can't stop me. So, just get outta my way and no one gets hurt... Well, not you at least."

He shoved me out of the way and I hit the floor hard. "I'm sorry. I thought I asked you to leave." I said softly before jumping on his back and slamming my fist into his temple.

The guys weren't completely through the door yet so they all (except Zayn) were gawking.

I jerked his head to the side and jammed my elbow into the bottom of his neck. After a few more hits the man collapsed and was vulnerable to kicks, which I did.

Several kicks to the stomach and a punch or two in the jaw later, he was out.

Blood smeared across my cheek from when he got in a few face shots, but it wasn't much.

I look up to see all the guys (even Zayn) staring like idiots. "Congratulations Emma, you've completed stage one of your training." Paul's voice echoed throughout the room.

My head turned so fast, I swear I gave myself whiplash. "What?!" I spat.

"We had a volunteer sign up to get the shit beaten out of him. It was all a part of your training."

I fast-walked over to him and placed my hands on my hips. I stood there, two inches in front of him, until I cracked. My hand met his cheek with a painfully loud snap and the guys gasped. "You sick twisted BASTARD!!!" I shouted. "I beat the shit out of that man thinking he was going to kill KILL them! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO THINK THAT SOMEONE IS ABOUT TO KILL YOUR BEST FRIENDS AND BOYFRIEND?! No, you don't! Because you don't have a dumbass for a boss! I KNOCKED OUT A COMPLETELY INNOCENT MAN JUST TO GET PAST SOME STUPID TRAINING STAGE?! No." I turned on my heel and walked out the door, leaving the still-shocked guys back in the training center.