The Bodyguard (5sos)

Chapter 11

Maeve POV.

"Maeve you bitch! You're favorite person is here!"

I laugh as I hear the sweet words of my childhood friend, Jaide Stone.

"Well get your bitchy ass over here!" I yell back.

I turn the corner to see her calf length jet black hair. She must have dyed it before because there is a sight tint of blue and purple. Jaide has one eye that is pale green and the other is blue. I always found her eyes to be her best feature. She is rather short, only at around four foot eleven inches (4'11" or around 1.5 meters). Her leather jacket hangs loosely around her shoulders.

I'm not a hugger, but Jaide is. She squeezes me tight while my arms are pinned to my sides. I hate it when Jaide hugs me because I'm so defenseless (even though I'm not). When she releases me, I see over her shoulder that all the boys are watching us. Michael seems to have his eyes on her.

"Good to see you Bitch." I tell her.

"You too, Asshole." She responds.

I clear my throat awkwardly, and turn her around. "Jaide, this is Luke, Calum, Ashton, and Michael. Boys, this is Jaide." I push her slightly towards Michael.

She slightly smiles at Michael, and he grins like an idiot. A pink tint flushes her cheeks and she looks to the ground. I have to say, I'm quite the matchmaker. They are going to be together for sure.

"Jaide will be joining us on tour, if I don't kill her before we leave." I mumble the last part.

Ashton chuckles, he must of heard. Some people would consider the way Jaide and I talk to each other as mean, but we're really kidding with each other. That will be something that the boys have to get used to.

I move to the kitchen part of the hotel that we are staying at. The boys have 2 shows here in LA. They had one in San Francisco. I've quickly learned that the boys never really cook when on tour, and I can't live on fast food for a whole tour. I had one of the hair stylists go shopping for me (I paid her back), so I could stay with the boys.

I put a pot of water on to boil for spaghetti as I start to prepare the sauce. I'm making spaghetti bolognese. This is one of my favorites, and I don't get to eat it as often as I want to. I put the spaghetti in when the sauce is almost ready. It smells like herbs and tomatoes and I'm very surprised that no one has joined me yet to steal a bite. I serve a plate for myself and the girls so that we'll get some to eat. Each of the boys gets a heaping amount on their plates. I set all the plates at the table, and bring over the extra chairs so everyone can sit.

"Girls! Boys! Dinner is served!" I yell throughout the suite.

I hear the stomp of feet coming towards me as I sit at the table. Ashton slides into the seat to the right of me and thanks me for cooking dinner. Jaide comes in last with Michael's arm around her. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she blushes.

"This is really good, Maeve." Rhenylyn compliments.

"Yeah, thank you so much for making it." Ashlynn adds.

"Thank you. It really wasn't a problem, I love cooking." I sigh. "I wish I could cook more, but I never really get the chance with work."

Luke asks, "Do you like what you do? Do you ever wish that you did something else?"

I sigh. "I love being a part of the FBI and I loved the Marines. Sometimes I wish it wasn't always life or death, but I love the unknown. I've never imagined doing anything different. I was always fighting for my life, even from an early age. It's always been in my nature to fight."

Jaide snorts. "She once slapped me for taking the last cookie. She'll fight over anything." I shush her before she can tell anymore stories.

"Has there ever been a day where you thought you were going to die? Like a day where you said to yourself, 'today is the day I die'?" Calum asks.

"Yeah, actually. Quite a few. There were some when I was living out in the streets when I was little. When I couldn't get enough food to put on weight. I was basically starving to death. Each day I thought I wasn't going to make it to the next. There was also times on different missions where I accepted that I was going to die while on the mission. I guess I'm not really afraid of death, I've always been close to it." I answer honestly.

Everyone nods in silence and we finish our food. The girls offer to do the dishes because I cooked, and I gladly let them. I sit on the couch, reading a book. Everything is quiet in the hotel except for the running water coming from the kitchen.

"Fuck!" I hear Calum yell from his room.

I walk up to check on him, and he's leaning at his desk with a bottle of black nail polish. I ask him what's wrong, and he says that he keeps messing up his thumb.

"Here, let me do it." I say reaching for the brush.

He hands it to me, and I quickly redo his thumb. I decide that I'll finish the rest of his hand because he seemed pretty frustrated.

"Thanks." He mumbles. "I can never seem to get it right myself."

"No problem, Cal. It can be hard sometimes."

He looks up at me as if he wants to ask me something. I nod telling him to ask his question.

"Sorry if this sounds rude, but why did you come off bitchy when we first met you?"

I snort. "Who says I'm not bitchy now?" He laughs at my comment. "Well, I guess I just don't want to get attached to you guys. I literally could die on this case, and I don't want you guys crying over me. That's one thing I don't want to have happen. I'm here to protect you, but I still would like to live my life."

"You know, being attached isn't the worst thing that could happen." He says softly.

I nod slightly and put the brush down. His words play in my head as I walk out of his room into Ashton's.

"Hey Ash."

"Hey Maeve. Come join me, I'm about to watch Spy Kids." He pats the bed next to him.

I laugh, "Spy Kids? What are you, five?"

"Only at heart."

I climb on the bed next to him, and Jax jumps by my feet. Ashton starts the movie, and I'm practically falling asleep next to him.

He puts his arm around my shoulders and whispers, "You need to get some rest. You had a couple of rough days. I'll wake you up if we need something."

I nod. "Are you sure?"

"Just go to sleep." He shushes my protesting.

I let my eyes close and let the sleep drift into my body.

Right before I let the sleep over take me, I feel a pair of lips on the side of my forehead.

"Sweet dreams Maeve."

Signing off,
Maeve

Awww!! A little bit of Ashton for his 23rd birthday!! Happy birthday Ashton!! I love you so much, and thank you so much for creating music for us all to listen to. It's my escape from reality and I'm so glad to have you in my life (even if you don't know me). Thank you so much for putting up with the fans and paparazzi because I know it can be difficult at times. Thank you so much! Have a great birthday.
Alacazzam.