5sos One Shots

Michael BSM - Secret Agent AU

~A/N~ This was requested by Sharz_PunkRock and it's taken forever I'm sorry but I really enjoyed writing it. Also school's back and it's GCSE year so I'm hella busy
Enjoy the chapter!
Leila xx

Michael (21):
You just wanted one night.

One bloody night, was that really too much to ask for?

But in the world of backstabbing, deceit and crime there was no such thing as a night off. Not even for your brother's birthday.

***
"Y/N!" Ashton burst into your room, hopping about happily. "It's Michael's birthday!"

"Oh yeah," you remembered. "I should probably text him."

"Don't just text him, come out to dinner with us!"

You sighed, glancing warily at your high-tech computer issued by Hyperion, the secret agency you worked for. Rumour had it that your rival organisation Erebus were planning something big for tonight, and you didn't want to be off-duty if something bad happened.

But then, you didn't have that much field training. As a result of growing up gaming with Michael, your expertise was in coding and hacking. What were the chances Hyperion would need a 21 year-old hacker if Erebus attacked?

You deserved a night off. It was for your brother.

"Please?" Ashton brought your decision to final and you sighed.

"Fine. Let me get dressed."

***
When you first saw the waiter, things started to go downhill. Up until then you had been laughing with the boys, relishing their company after too long alone, especially Michael. Hyperion encouraged you to spend less time with people outside of the organisation, as Erebus could use them as an asset.

Still, you were allowed to see Michael and you had missed him. But of course, your other life had to get in the way.

"Table for five," Calum bounced excitedly as an amused man in his fifties led you to a secluded booth in the corner, away from everyone else.

It was then that you caught sight of a tiny silver snake pinned to his collar, unnoticeable to the untrained eye. He worked for Erebus.

Suddenly all happiness was replaced by a chill through your spine, not unrecognised by the boys.

"Cheer up, Y/N!" Ashton elbowed you joyfully. "It's Big Cliffo's birthday! We got into this fancy restaurant! We're going to have fun!"

"Yeah," you mumbled distractedly, keeping an eye fixated on the waiter hovering a few metres away. His intentions were unclear, but you knew he wasn't working in the restaurant for a bit of extra cash.

"What's up with the waiter?" Luke asked. "Why are you giving him death glares?"

"Is he your ex or something?"

You turned your harsh stare on Calum, who backed down.

Luke seemed just as indignant. "He's like fifty-"

"Y/N doesn't have an ex because she isn't allowed to date until I'm dead," Michael cut him off. "And I plan to outlive her."

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the waiter had been and swore loudly. He was gone.

"Woah, what's up?" your brother slung an arm across your shoulders, concern etched into his features. "Ever since we walked in you've been a bit... on edge."

"It's nothing," you dismissed him. It wasn't like you could talk to him about your life as a spy, you were sworn to secrecy even from Michael. Anyone could be working for Erebus.

The boys lapsed into light banter while you maintained a constant stream of worried thoughts. Where did the waiter go? What was he doing at the restaurant with you?

There was no way it was just a coincidence, but what could Erebus want with a hacker like you?

Unless it wasn't you they were after.

People at Hyperion were saying that Erebus were planning something big.

Unfortunately, your brother and his best friends were one of the biggest bands in the world.

"Michael, we should go-" you began, but were cut off by four waiters approaching quickly, all of them carrying trays of bread.

"Bread! This is the best bit," Luke grinned, tucking in.

"Wait! No!" Your cries were too late as the blond boy had already taken a huge bite, and immediately slumped forwards with his head on the table. You could only hope he was drugged and not dead.

Ashton and Calum shrieked, while Michael just stared at you in alarm.

"Y/N," he was scarily calm. "What's going on?"

There was no time to explain as the four waiters began to close in, and you stood up with fists at the ready. If guns weren't outlawed in Australia this would've been more trouble, but fortunately it was a fairly equal fight.

Of course, that was without taking into account that it was four against one.

"You can run if you like," the first waiter waved his hand lazily. "We don't need you. It's the band we're after."

"See, the thing is, I'm not just anyone," you gritted your teeth. "I work for Hyperion."

As they advanced, your basic field training kicked in. It wasn't much, but it seemed to save your life as you ducked under elbows, throwing well placed punches and kicks to the groin, using momentum to your advantage as strength clearly wasn't an option.

And you were fully aware of Michael, Calum and Ashton behind you, squealing as they watched you in awe. This was going to take a lot of explaining.

It didn't take long for Hyperion to track you down with trained agents and chains. The four Erebus members were carted off to be interrogated, and you were dismissed for the rest of the night with a 'good work' and possible hint of promotion.

But you had bigger problems.

"Care to explain?" Michael was still eerily calm, but there was a very audible edge to his voice.

You sighed. "There's been some things I haven't told you guys."

"No shit," Calum joked, but you could sense a hint of distrust that sent your guts clenching.

"I'm a secret agent. I was recruited for an agency called Hyperion when I was 19, as a hacker. I couldn't tell any of you, no matter how much I wanted to, in case any of you were part of Erebus."

"Erebus? You mean the waiters that attacked us?"

You nodded. "They wanted to kidnap you, probably for a ransom. You're one of the biggest bands in the world, they could demand whatever price. Honestly, you're lucky I was here."

"Big headed much?" Ashton snorted, then smiled. "I guess we should say thanks?"

"I guess the fact that you saved our lives sort of makes up how you were hIDING THINGS-" Michael began to rage, but you smacked him gently.

"Anyway, now all that is sorted, should we actually celebrate your birthday?"

The chorus of agreements was interrupted by a loud groan from Luke, lifting his head slowly off the table and rubbing his eyes woozily. You all watched him, amused, as he took in the scene around him: tables knocked over, chairs flung across the room, your dress littered with rips.

"Woah," he said slowly. "What did I miss?"

You exchanged a glance with the other three boys. "Nothing, really."