One Direction's Bodyguard (A 1D FanFic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1

PUBLISHED 1/2/15

I may look innocent, but you're so wrong. You underestimate me, you're on the floor before you know what happened.

I'm trained in 3 different in three different types of martial arts. Since I look innocent, I use that to my advantage. I'm only 18.

My parents were always tight knit with government. Both my parents were lawyers. Neither of them have ever lost a case. They planned on keeping it that way. My parents are one of the highest ranked lawyers in the world. And they were spies. Some of the best. Well, were some of the best.

Then we have my brother, Cameron. We're 3 years apart. He's very protective of me. If I ever go on a date, the next day that guy has a busted nose or a limp.

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Ashley's POV

I grabbed my suitcases. I put them in the trunk of the taxi. Cameron did the same.

"You ready?" Cameron asks.

"London, here we come," I say.

The taxi driver starts towards the airport.

"Ashley, there's rules," he says.

"Seriously Cam? Why should I abide by your rules?" I ask.

"I'm older. Rules; No boys. Don't get in more trouble than you have to. Don't let everyone know that you're in town. I mean, your name is kind of known. Got it?" he asks.

"Sure," I say.

"Now, I'm going to sleep. Wake me up at the airport," he says.

"Ok," I say.

He closes his eyes and drifts off into a peaceful sleep.

****

We finally arrive at the airport. I shake Cameron.

"Wake up you prick!" I yell at my annoying brother.

"Why?" he mumbles.

"We're at the airport you dope," I say.

"What's with all the insults?" he asks.

"You won't get up. I insulted you. You got up. Should I spell it out?" I ask.

"Whatever," he says, rolling his eyes.

I pay the man. We get our bags out of the trunk. We walk onto the airport. We sit down, waiting for our flight to come over the speaker. We sit for a couple of minutes.

"Flight 175 to London boarding now at Gate 27. Flight 175 to London, Gate 27," says the speaker. My brother and I walk to Gate 27. We board our plane.

I sit in the middle seat. My brother sits in the window seat. Soon, a curly haired boy comes and sits down next to me. He looks at me expectantly.

"You're not going to scream?" he asks, puzzled.

"Why would I scream?" I ask, confused.

"Um, I don't know, I'm only Harry Styles," he says.

"Who?" I ask, confused.

"International popstar? Flirt of One Direction? Famous Boyband? Anything?" he asks.

"Big head? Annoying? Should stop talking to me? Ya. All of those," I say.

"Woah. Someone's got attitude," he says.

"Hey Cam? Can I floor this dude?" I ask my brother.

"After we get off the plane," he says.

"Seriously dude? You think this," he says, referring to me, "Can floor me?"