Saving: Protecting: One Direction *UNDER MASSIVE EDITING*

FOUR

FOUR

--JACK--

A dull knock sounded at my bedroom door, startling me slightly as I flipped through the papers that recorded the boys' entire lives. "Come in," I called absently, casually clicking out of the security camera program on my laptop. Cameras had been placed all over the house, all of which I had access to view anytime I wanted by simply clicking an icon on my computer screen. The door opened and shut in an almost timid sounding way, and a moment later the edge of the mattress dipped down. I looked up to see the one named Zayn sitting there, uncomfortably fidgeting with something in his hands. "Hey," I said, surprised, and moved to be sitting-instead of laying-on my bed. "Hi," He replied, quietly, but smiled nonetheless. "What's up?" I asked.

"I just wanted to check in, to see how you are," He replied with genuine concern in his light brown eyes. "I'm fine. Great room," I replied, gesturing around. The room itself was gigantic, the size of what my entire Virginian apartment had been. King sized bed, walk-in closet, my own personal bathroom, a balcony that overlooked the woods. It was showy, over-done, and all-around impressive.

Now here's where the creepy stuff began. The closet was fully stocked with clothes my size, and somehow all my personal items from my apartment in Virginia were here. A picture of my family and me sat on the night stand, with my clock beside it in the exact way that it had been situated in my house back in the states. I had profiled stalkers less accurate.

Zayn smiled. "I'm glad you like it." A nod and small beam was my answer. A silence set in, in which it was obvious he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how to say it. "I brought you something," He finally murmured, and handed me a CD. "Oh, you didn't have to," I said, not taking the music. "Really, it's no problem. I don't know what kind of music you listen to...but I thought you would like them. They're an amazing group," Zayn said. I took the CD from him. It was from a girl group called Little Mix. "That's my girlfriend," Zayn said fondly, pointing to the only blonde girl. "She's pretty," I said with a smile. "I know," He said, grinning widely.

"Thanks for this, I'll definitely listen to it," I said, and actually meaning it. "Don't be a stranger, Jack," He said with a grin, and walked quietly out of my room. Chuckling slightly, I lowered myself back onto the blankets. Just how much of a supportive boyfriend he was was actually really cute. Music began to play as soon as the disk was in my laptop, a serious sounding song called 'DNA'. I rolled over onto my back, flipping through Harry Styles' pamphlet without really reading it. Four hours of reading, and I had barely managed to read through Louis's entire life. Needless to say, I knew much more about that boy than I wanted to.

An aggressive yawn overtook me, making my entire body quiver. I'd been awake for almost forty-eight hours, and the exhaustion was beginning to become overwhelming.

"It's in his DNA, it's in his DNA-"

The words on the paper were blurring. I rubbed my eyes, but suddenly the words became ants that ran around the page.

"And he just takes my breath away, br-br-breath away-"

Lead weights were attached to my eyelids, weighing them down. Maybe if I just laid my head down for a moment...

"I see it in his face, nothing more to say it's in his D-D-D-DNA..."

But what exactly was in his DNA, I wouldn't find out for a good few hours. For that moment, sleep claimed me for its own. For a few blissful moments, there was nothing but a spiraling blackness. Then, as suddenly as the first booming of thunder in the most furious storm, a face appeared. A man, huddled over the dead body of a child...a child I had been too late to save. He looked up and saw me, with my gun pointed right between his rat-like eyes, and grinned. Grinned. He was overjoyed that I had been too late. He knew he was going to prison for the rest of his miserable life, but he didn't care. He accomplished what he had set out to do, and for a bonus, got to see me telling the parents that I couldn't save their only daughter.

I could tell you all of the horrid memories of truly terrible, evil, people I had dealt with over the past year. But to tell you would be worse than any horror movie you could ever watch. I had lived through these events one time too many, but to relive them every time I closed my eyes...sometimes it was almost too much. I knew I was dreaming; knew I was asleep. The memories flashed violently and no matter of sanity could keep me anchored to reality.

A hand touched my shoulder.

My feet hit the ground, and my arms were swinging in an accurate punch before I even realized I was awake. It took only seconds before I realized I had the boy named Niall slammed against the wall with my hands around his throat. "Oh my God," Horror coating my voice, I quickly dropped my hands and took a few steps back. Niall's eyes were dilated in fear, his shoulders tense and stance ready to be hit. "Niall, I-I'm so sorry, I-" Stuttering through my sentence, I tried to explain to him that this was normal for me while trying desperately to apologize. In that instant, Niall did the thing I least expected him to do.

"That. Was. Awesome!" He screamed in his Irish accent, eyes and stance relaxing and becoming excited with energy. "How did you do that? Can you teach me? Aw man! You're like a ninja or something! C'mon, We've gotta go tell the lads about this!" With that, he grabbed me roughly by the arm and ran out of my room, dragging me behind him. "You'll never guess what Jack just did to me!" Niall screamed, running straight into the living room and stopping right in front of the others, who were spread out one of two couches.

"I don't think we want to know what you did with Warner," Harry commented, wiggling his eyebrows at me in a perverted way. "Watch it, Styles," I chirped back, but was too used to Michael, Will, and Spencer making dirty comments to really get embarrassed by Harry's lame attempt. "Jack just beat me up! It was awesome!" Niall shouted, ignoring Harry. I was coming to learn that this boy only had one volume setting: louder.

"And you're proud of that?" Louis asked, giving Niall a look like he'd gone insane. "Duh," Niall answered, "it's not every day that you get beat up by an FBI agent." I had to admit, he had a point. "Well now that that's over, I'll be back in-" I began, trying to go back to my room, but Zayn cut me off.

"Oh, Agent Wa...Jack," He corrected himself, "There's a big party the lads and I have to go to tonight, at a club in downtown London. We're supposed to tell you about these kind of things...right?" I felt a stab of sympathy for him and the rest of the guys. On top of having to be worried about some insane killer trying to assassinate them every time they left the house, they were now being forced to live with a girl FBI agent that was supposed to watch their every move. Not to mention that the rules were no reversed, and a girl had to protect a group of guys. (The feminist in me was rather smug about this.) That had to be a big blow to all their egos.

"Yeah, thanks for telling me," I replied, throwing in a smile for good measure, "I'll have to go with you guys, but don't worry, you won't even notice that I'm there." I turned; already bracing myself for what would surely be the long night ahead, surrounded by a bunch of drunken A-list celebrities. All I really wanted to do was curl up in my bed with a good book and sleep for the next three months. But as always, my job came before everything else.

"You can hang out with us, if you want," Liam said to me, jumping off the couch and hurrying to cut me off before I disappeared down the hallway. His warm brown eyes were sincere, kindly. I gave him a dry smile.

"You're sweet, but the point of my being here is to watch over you all in the dark. If people knew I was protecting you five, it'd defeat the purpose."

"Yeah c'mon Liam, think a little bit," Louis teased, chucking a pillow at Liam's head, which I nimbly caught, seconds before it touched his hair. Liam gaped. "Well, I'll be seeing you guys at this party, then." I said, handing the startled Liam the pillow and continuing on to my room. Just before I disappeared from their sight, I distinctly heard Harry remark, "That's some girl."