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8. Aislin Gauthier

First of all: Aislin is pronounced like (Ash-Lynn) .

The more you know!

Here you go.

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Youth - Daughter

Liam ran down the pathway, his phone in his ear. Sweat beads gathered on his forehead and rolled down the side of his face; mixing in with the blood from his enemies. The ringing tone came from his left ear and with each ring his patience decreases. "Come on, come on.." Liam muttered under his breath, he continued to run down the pathway.

His heart skipped a beat when someone had already picked up the phone, "L-Liam?"

Niall's voice followed by his screeching scream rang through the small speakers of Liam's phone. "SHIT, LOUIS YOU FUCKFACE! THAT FUCKING HURTS!" Niall shouted into the speakers followed by Louis' voice. Liam lets out a sigh before ending the call and running into an alleyway, he push open a door and runs in. He goes up the flight of stairs before he enters through the second floor. He runs down the hall of apartments before going into resident 202 and kicks open the door.

The screams of Niall growing closer to Liam's hearing. "LOUIS, I SAID THAT FUCKING HURTS!" Niall shouted. Liam opens the bedroom door to see Niall on the bed with Louis knelt down beside him and a plier found on his right hand. "Hold fucking still. It's almost out!" Louis gritted frustratingly. He was growing impatient of Niall's weeping and whining.

The plier in Lou's hand dug into the skin once again, before Niall let out another scream and pushed Lou's hand away. "NIALL, WE WON'T BE ABLE TO FINISH IF YOU KEEP ON BEING A FUCKING BITCH!" Louis screamed, getting up and running a hand through his hair. He looked up, finally taking notice of Liam. "Thank fucking goodness, Payne help me tame your whining bitch." Louis said to him before he quickly ran to Niall's side and grab a hold of his hand.

"Good; distract him." Louis said before he got back to his previous position, cleaning out the bloody plier and attempted to aim for the injured shoulder. "Where's Edward?" Niall muttered under his gritted teeth. "Back at the HQ, I'm sorry he did this to you." Liam reached out to caress the blonde's cheek gently. "Yeah well, I'm going to shoot his fucking brains out the next time I see him." Niall said before letting out another scream.

"Shh shh, babe calm down. Don't move, the more you move the more it'll hurt." Liam attempted to calm his lover down, grabbing a clean towel on the nightstand and wiping off the beads of sweat that gathered on Niall's forehead. Niall let out a weak chuckle, "that's what she said."

Liam smiled at his childish joke. It was always Niall that would crack a joke even in a situation like this. "There, finally its out! Now you can finally stop being a whiny shithead Neil." Louis said, grabbing a cotton filled with Betadine to disinfect the wound before wrapping it up with a bandage wrap and leaving the room with the aid kit.

"Go get some rest, it'll make you feel better in the morning." Liam said to Niall, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Will you cook me choco-chips pancakes?" Niall grinned before his eyes starts to droop. "Yes, of course." Liam chuckled softly, kissing his irish man once again and standing up. "Sleep tight." Liam tucked him in and left the room.

He finds Louis sitting by the dining table, engrossed into his laptop as he typed away. Liam walked over to the open kitchen, pulling open the door of the fridge and taking out a bottle of water. "Pass me a beer," he hears Louis say behind him. He goes to grab the bottle of beer and closing the fridge's door and walking over to where Louis is, setting the bottle next to his laptop.

Liam sits across from him and opening the cap of the water, taking a big swig from it. He then hear Louis chuckle, he looked up and furrowed his brows. "What's so funny?" Liam asked, curiousity overpowered his body. "It's just hilarious, isn't it?" Louis spoke. "Just an hour ago we were shooting each other's heads off and here we are now, openly speaking to each other like we're best friends."

"Well did't we use to be best friends?" Liam questioned watching Louis take a swig of his beer. "Use to - we aren't anymore." Louis pointed out before setting his attention back to the screen of his laptop. "You look really engrossed in what you are doing," Liam commented. Only to have Louis hum in response. "Whatcha' doing anyways?" Liam asked.

"None of your business," Louis answered. His eyes not tearing off from the screen as his fingers worked swiftly on the keyboard, it was like he mastered the art of typing but it was no lie either. Liam knew that he had always been a computer whiz and an intelligent tech geek. "Let me guess, you're probably hacking into a system or programming something." Liam guessed confidently. "No, you're wrong Payne." Louis told him, his fingers never seemed to stop moving.

"Then you're doi-" Liam tried to guess another idea but only to get cut off by a dagger plunging deeply right next to where Liam's hand placed onto to the wooden table. "Just shut up Payne, just because you're dating Niall and I promised him that I won't kill you doesn't mean that I can't injure you." Louis stated before slamming his laptop shut and getting up, grabbing his things before leaving Niall's apartment.

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Marcel walked down the halls of Edward's penthouse. He fixed the glasses on his face before walking towards to what he guessed was the guest room, he had visited the penthouse only a few times in his entire life because he had always been staying at the staff-house the cafe required for him, that and also because he hated the atmosphere that it carried.

He had left his favourite cardigan the last time he decided to give it a try to stay here for the night, but changed his mind the next morning; complaining on how noisy and loud the sounds that were booming in the HQ below them.

He opened the door and walked over to the desk area where he finds his red cardigan slung over the back of the chair. "There you are, how can I be so clumsy to have left it." Marcel whispered to himself only to be greeted by a groan. He froze in his place for a couple of minutes before he slowly turned around to look at the bed; where he heard the sound coming from.

His eyes jumped out of its sockets when he finally noticed that he wasn't alone, "el ganso." He mutters under his breath before the stranger moved into a different sleeping position, causing Marcel to let out a yelp in surprise before running out the room. He ran down the hall only to bump into a hard figure and fell down, landing on his bum.

"Marcel?" Edward's voice rang through Marcel's ears. Marcel quickly got up on his two feet, "why is there a lady in your guest room?!" His eyes quickly dart over to the bandage that was tightly wrapped around his upper torso, the suit jacket hugging loosely against his back. "Oh please, don't tell me you went on another heist?!" Marcel crossed his arms over his chest.

"I did not went on another heist!" Edward exclaimed before walking past him and continue to walk to the direction of the guest room, pushing the door open. "Then answer my question: whose that?!" Marcel pointed the lady that was now wide-awake and sitting up on the bed.

Marcel froze again on spot, before putting his pointed finger away. "Sorry, that was rude that I pointed at you." Marcel quickly apologized.

Edward rolled his eyes, "what is your name?"

He asked before the red-head's eyes widen to scoot back on the bed, getting as far as she can away from him. "I asked you a question," Edward asked, growing impatient by the minute.

"What is your name?"

He asked again, stepping closer to the red-head, but she didn't answer. "You better answer my god-damned question or I'll regret bringing you here in the first pla-" Edward clenched both his fists and jaws tightly, moving closer to the red-head who cut him off from his threatened words.

"Aislin, my name is Aislin Gauthier."