Chapter 2

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Y/N P.O.V:

"Y/N/N, time to get up love," my dad's voice invaded my peaceful slumber.

"No, five more minutes," I groaned back.

"Y/N/N you're starting your mission today."

"I'm up!" I shouted as my dad chuckled walking out of my room.

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I checked my self over in the mirror before deciding I looked absolutely badass.

I checked my self over in the mirror before deciding I looked absolutely badass

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I walked out of my room to be met by Natasha wiping away fake tears.

"My little girl's all grown up."

"Come on Nat, you say that every time I leave for a mission," I say chuckling at how weird my aunt is.

"And it doesn't get any easier to see you leave," she responds in a sassy tone. "Alright, in all seriousness do you know where to go?"

"Yes ma'm," I respond in a deep voice doing a little salute with it.

"Get out of here kid," she said chuckling.

----Time skip 'cause I'm a lazy arse----

I finally arrived at Syco after a solid three hours. I walked into the lobby to find it extremely cold and empty.

"Can I help you miss?" the receptionist asked me.

"Oh yeah, um Y/N Rogers here to see Simon Cowell," I told her.

"Ah yes, Mr. Cowell's waiting for you. Go to the top floor and it's straight down the hall, last office," she responded kindly. I thanked her then made my way to Simon's office.

When I knocked on the door I was met by a thick British accent welcoming me in. As soon as I stepped foot in the office, I froze. I was met by four gorgeous girls staring at me.

One had piercing blue eyes that found their way into my soul

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One had piercing blue eyes that found their way into my soul. Another was so adorable she looked like a Disney princess with her caramel hair. The next had almost afro like hair that she pulled off o so well. The last had a sort of badass look that said 'don't fuck with me or my friends' but her eyes held a caring and soft look. 

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