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

Chapter 2

PUBLISHED 1/8/15

Ashley's POV

I wake up to my brother yelling at me.

"It's 8am, Ashley. Pack. Here," he throws me an outfit. This is going to be a lot of work. I throw my stuff into my suitcase.

*****

I finally finish packing. 10am. I get dressed in the clothes Cameron gave me. I pull my hair into a bun. I put it in a Yankees cap. I put on sunglasses. I put make-up to make my facial structure look different. Like a boys.

*****

It's now 11:55am. Cam and I go wait outside for the car. "You could be my brother. You are my brother. Your name is Aiden. Simon text me. Although, I'm not sure how he got my number," he says.

"Ok. I'm Aiden Teddy. I'm 18. I'm Cameron Teddy's brother. He's 21. We're One Direction's bodyguards," I say, to no one inparticular.

"Yep. That's your character. Here's the car," he says.

We lug our bags into the trunk. We get into the car. "Hello," says the driver, nicely. "I'm Josh."

"Hi Josh," says Cam.

"Hi," he says to me.

"Oh, hi," I say, in a manly voice.

We continue to drive in silence. We arrive.

We get out of the car. "The maids will bring in your bags shortly," says Josh.

"Thanks," says Cam.

We take in the whole scene before us. It's not a house. It's a mansion. There's flowers lining the outside of the stone path. There's little fountain out front. You could only see part of the back from the front. It's a beautiful seen. "C'mon Aiden," says Cam.

We walk to the front door. We knock. Simon's before us. "Aiden, Cameron," says Simon.

"Hi," I say, in my manly voice.

"C'mon," says Simon, gesturing for us to come in. We do. We see five boys sitting, watching TV. "Boys, meet your new bodyguards, Aiden and Cameron Teddy," says Simon.

Just then Harry's eyes and my brown eyes lock. I try to break our eye contact, but it's like he put me in a trance with his green eyes. Cliché, right? He breaks eye contact and looks at Cameron.

"Where's your sister? You know, the one who smacked me?" he asks Cameron.

"To busy hiding the body of the guy who told her she had a nice ass," he says.

"Fair enough. Simon, what are we going to do with the little, wimpy, bodyguard? What damage could he possibly do?" he asks.

He turns to look at Simon. As soon as he does, I floor him. I push his arm up so I could break it if I wanted to.

"Now, where's the bathroom?" I ask, getting up, dusting myself off.

"I'll show you as long as you don't floor me again," says Harry.

"No promises," I say.

He gets up. He starts walking up the stairs. He points to a door. I go in. I do my business and walk out. As soon as I do I feel someone staring at me. I'm used to this. It's the feeling before the enemy jumps out at you. I turn around. Harry staring at me.

"Can I help you?" I ask him, annoyed.

"You know what's funny? You look just like Cameron's sister," he says.

"Well, I'm her brother," I say.

"I know. Are you twins?" he asks.

"No," I say. "Why do you have so many questions?"