Mission: Love (1D FF)

5.

I stepped out and away from the elevator and followed the guy. I heard footsteps behind me, and ignored it. I followed him outside, made a right, and made another right into the alley way. He looked behind him, and saw me. He stopped in his tracks, and turned to me.

"Well, well, well, what's a pretty girl like you doing out here by yourself?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

"I'm not. Hi, Jade Nieman from the CIA. Can I ask your name please?"

"Uh, I don't speak English." He yelled, before running down the ally.

"Damian!" I yelled, putting my badge away and chasing after the man.

I ran for a while, taking twists and turns, lefts and rights, and pretty much going in a complete circle around the city. When I finally caught up to him, we were both panting.

"Put your hands behind your back! Now!" I yelled, pissed because he made me run for thirty minutes. That meant I had to go back and change, my outfit completely grass stained, and torn. I pulled out my hand cuffs from my purse. I wrapped the cuffs around his wrists, and helped him up. Luckily Louis stayed at the hotel, so paparazzi didn't follow him.

Damian was now next to me, and was taking the guy from me. I pulled out my cell phone and called Rhinehart, letting him know what happened.

"I'll take him down to the station for you." Damian said.

I nodded and continued talking to Rhinehart.

"So far, nothing's happened except for this." I told him.

"Well, that can be a good thing. Just keep me posted, I have to go to a meeting. Bye Neimann."

"Bye." I said, hanging up my phone. I sighed, and turned around, walking back down the pavement. I was behind a building, but I wasn't quite sure which one. I walked down the alley way that was next to the building. It was empty, thank God. I got to the end of the alley, and heard the clicking of cameras. I cursed under my breath, and pulled out my phone. I hit the phone icon, and rang up Louis. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?" I asked.

"At the hotel, why?"

"Well, I hear paparazzi, and if they see me walking out of an alley way by my self, thats bad." I explained.

"Ah, alright. Well, could you try and poke your head around the corner, and see what direction they're heading?"

"I can try." I said, leaning around the corner. They were facing away from me, and before they could turn around, I stepped out unto the street.

"Alright, I'm in the street. They were heading the opposite direction, so now if they turn around they wouldn't know. Um, what hotel are we in babe?" I asked into the phone. The paparazzi were now in ear shot, so I might as well use pet names.

"Uh, the Gateway Inn," he replied.

"Thank you. I'm almost there." I hung up the phone just in time for the paparazzi to surround me. They asked a bunch of questions, some completely random like 'why do you wear those shoes'. Other questions are serious, like "are you cheating on Louis with Harry? Is Larry real? Is zany a crack head". And against my will, I have to ignore all questions, unless their about me, Eleanor Calder.

I managed to get through the crowd of paparazzi, and opened the door of the hotel. The lobby seemed warm, slow classical

Music was coming from a grand piano that was in between the main part of the lobby and the dining area. The piano player seemed older, maybe in his 50's? I felt bad, I mean these people had to try and enjoy classical relaxing music with screaming girls in the background. Talk about a vacation ruined.

I walked across the freshly waxed floor to the elevator. I pressed the up arrow, and waited patiently for the door to open. I heard my name being screamed, and I turned around, to find out it was just the fans.

The elevator door opened and I saw three body guards in the elevator. I pulled my sunglasses to my head, and stepped into the elevator. I watched as the doors closed, leaving me alone with the body guards. I pressed the 5th floor button.

I looked to the top of the elevator, and watched the numbers go up from 1 to 5. Something about being the only girl made me feel uneasy. Finally the door opened, and I hurried out, and to the hotel the door. I took out my key card and slid it in, opening the door.

"I'm here." I yelled the no one in particular.

"Hey, what happened?" Louis asked.

"The usual, tracked him down, arrested him and then Damian took him to the police station." I explained, plopping down on the couch.

"Well, later today we're having a hotel party."

"Are you serious? I love parties!" I said.

"Really? Me too!" Louis exclaimed.

We laughed for a minute, before I sighed.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked.

I wanted to tell him, but it was hard explaining it even to my self.

"Nothing, just tired."

"You sure that's it?" He asked, looking into my eyes.

"No, but I don't know how exactly to tell you." I said, trying not to cry.

"Hey, you don't have to say anything. But I'm here for you, even if you just need a hug." He said.

"Thank you," I said hugging him.

"What are fake boyfriends for?" he chuckled.

Authors note: I'm so sorry I haven't written in forever, I was in the middle of moving and everything.

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