One Direction Preferences

#23 - Your a secret agent and you save him

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Harry: Not too long ago, you were hired by a woman in regards to the safety of international superstar boy band, One Direction. You were to trail the boys without them knowing of your presence. One day, your team got a tip from an anonymous caller, who said that someone was going to target them at one of their signings. Because of this, you go undercover into the line of Directioners at the event. You get to the head of the line, where Harry looks at you, grinning, and says while leaning forward, “Never would have picked a lady like you for a fan.” Despite the near panic you are feeling, you smile back. “Well,” you answer, “haven’t you ever heard that it’s not polite to judge a book by its cover?” You both grin at each other until your earpiece crackles to life, the voice of your boss screaming into your ear, “Agent Y/N! THERE’S A SNIPER IN THE BUILDING SOUTH OF YOUR LOCATION! THIRD FLOOR UP, SECOND WINDOW ACROSS!” With not a moment to lose, you shove Harry from his chair, simultaneously turning while pulling your gun from inside your jacket. You aim for the second window of the third floor and, with a bang, you take out the sniper. The screams of the crowd barely registers in your head as you make a signal to their bodyguard to help you get the singers out of there. What does register, however, is the look on Harry’s face which tells you, without a doubt, that you are a monster - a monster who just took away his innocence and spared his life at the same time.

Liam: Your department of the agency was given a lead in regards to a crime lord called Zazario, who had murdered three of your colleagues on previous occasions and who had set a target on a guy called Liam Payne. According to your intell, the target’s father had been involved with your department, and that had, in some way, pissed off Zazario. To prevent the death of an innocent and to possibly get a lead on Zazario’s whereabouts, you were sent in undercover as an official photographer to take pictures of Payne’s band, One Direction. It takes a few weeks after you make contact with Payne and his band (a few weeks which have convinced you to call the boys by their first names), but one day, you are faced with an attempted assassination. You are standing by the snack table with Niall and Liam, chatting politely to them. “So, uh, we’re all seeing a movie later,” says Liam nervously. “I was wonder- I mean, we were wondering, whether you wanted to come?” It’s the unexpected nature of this question that stuns you for a second, and if you weren’t the professionally trained special agent that you were, Liam Payne would have died. A movement in the corner of your eye prompts you to shove the two boys away and aim your fully loaded handgun (concealed within your massive camera) at the curtains, firing away. Liam and the others, who have gone into shock, suddenly snap out of it when a blonde woman falls out, dead. “Oh my God!” Liam yells, putting distance between the two of you. “Who are you?!” You turn to him calmly, hands raised in a peaceful gesture while you put the gun on the floor. “I’m Agent Y/L/N,” you reply, “and your father pissed off my enemy.”

Louis: Your husband, Louis, was under the impression that you were a painter, and although you can paint well enough, you are better off as the secret agent you really are. That backfires one night you come home from the grocery store and see him tied up to a chair, gagged, with a man holding a shotgun to his head. Louis’s hair is matted with blood and his designer clothes are ripped. But before you even take that in, you have a gun pointed at Louis’s captor’s head. “Hello, Agent Y/A/N,” the man drawls. Without blinking, without making any outward movement, you fire two shots into the man’s head. It takes you about three seconds to calm down enough to run to Louis and untie him, which you do so quickly, with shaky fingers. You pull the gag from his mouth and just kiss him.

Zayn: “Come on, hotshot, just get in the fucking car,” you mutter to yourself, watching as the Malik boy moves to his car. Unfortunately for your patience, he’s talking on his phone, and seems incapable of doing two things at the same time. The reason you are so worried about the kid was the man on the building diagonally opposite where you are stationed, who, according to orders, you couldn’t take down until he made a move against Malik (which was utter bullshit, because you all knew the guy was going to try to take him down). “No, mate, it’s just this really creepy feeling, like there’s someone watching me,” you hear Malik say, and you grin. “More like two someones,” you whisper to yourself. You’re so amused that you almost don’t see your adversary lift his gun. With a muttered swear word and a bang, you shoot him off the top of the building. You wince, waiting for the usual screams to start up from Malik, but, as it turns out, he closed his car door the second that your shot went off. As he drives away, you yell, “Are you fucking kidding me? This happened last time too! What, do I actually have to die for this kid to finally get a brain and go into hiding?!”

Niall: At the point of time when you meet (and save) the kid known as Niall Horan, you are actually off-duty on a holiday in good old London. Being a spy is very lonely, so, with your mum and some of your now-retired colleagues, you go shopping and spend a little of that bonus you earned in Rio. You guys are just about to leave when shots are fired into the air by a group of masked men, who immediately scream for cooperation. Unfortunately for you, you don’t have anyway to take then out without getting in close quarters; unfortunately for them, your old co-worker, Amy, does. Saying, “I can’t do anything, I don’t have the clearance any more,” she hands you the gun. You nod, before taking yourself closer to the main scene, where a strangely familiar blond boy is being threatened with a gun. “Shoot him,” says a man who looks like the leader. The other masked man who has the blond boy at gunpoint looks like he’s about to vomit. He shakes his head, telling his leader, “I can’t do it.” The leader grumbles before aiming his own gun at the victim’s head. He doesn’t get much further than that, because you fire off a shot into the man’s hand and do the same to his leg, downing him in less than a second. A third man fires at you, but you were expecting it and had brought the second man in front of you like a shield before taking down the third man too. “You saved him,” one of Blondie’s mates say. You shrug. “I may be on holiday, but that doesn’t mean I do nothing all day.”