Agents | hs (SLOW UPDATES)

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Ambers POV:

I knocked on the door for the third time. Finally, a voice rang out.

"Come in."

Harry pushed open the door to reveal President Obama hunched over his desk, sun shining on his dark skin, sweat forming on his forehead.

"President Obama?" I ask and he looks up.

"You must be?" He asks and Harry speaks

"We are the extra protection you required." Harry explains and he furrows his eyebrows for a moment, then nods and his features visibly lose tension.

"Thank you." He smiles kindly and I smile a little back.

"Just doing our job sir." Harry speaks, sounding only professional, not an ounce of emotion.

"Well, I guess you have been given the blueprint? And the opening times?" He asks us, unfazed by Harry's blunt voice.

"Yes, thank you sir." I reply, trying to sound genuine. I was a tiny bit excited to be seeing the president right now, but I couldn't let other people know that, otherwise they might think that my emotions control me.

"Have you met your head of operations? Zayn Malik?" He asked us and we both nodded. "Thats good, because he will assign you to your first shift."

"And where is Zayn?" Harry asked, rather rudely

"In the security room. You'll find it on the blueprint." Obama answered kindly, ignoring Harry's attitude.

"Thank You." I told him, and then we walked out. When we made it to the corridor, Harry stopped and took his blueprint out of his pocket.

"This way." He said, already walking down a corridor. He was acting like such an ass.

"You didn't have to act like such an ass to the president." I tell him. I was surprised that I even cared. Normally it would be me being the ass, but Harry reminded me of my older brother. My older brother was an ass, and I reminded him often. He used to have such an uptight attitude, and care about himself, but he was the perfect brother.

Harry looked at me with a smirk, "I wasn't acting." Memories of my brother flash through my mind, and I look away. Gee what is wrong with me. I can't let anything distract me from my mission, especially not my stupid feelings.

We continued walking in silence until Harry stopped in front of a door and knocked impatiently. The door opened to reveal a security guard.

"Agent Styles?" He asks, and then looks at me, "Agent Blackthorn?"

We both nod. "We are here to see Zayn Malik. so move." Harry speaks indignantly, and the security guard makes an annoyed sound but steps aside. I look around the large room filled with screens, until I spot Zayn standing in front of a guard, listening intently, a frown etched on his face with his hand on his chin.

I roughly pull Harry in the direction of Zayn. Harry rudely coughs, and Zayn looks at him, mildly amused. "Why are you here?"

"President Obama sent us here to receive our first shift information." I say, before Harry can rudely reply.

"Oh." Zayn purses his lips. "I didn't think that you would get straight to work."

"Well we are." I say, my jaw set firmly.

"Well, section C needs extra security I guess, but tomorrow I will have a proper assignment." He tells us and I nod. "I expect you to be at Section C in around 15 minutes. Oh, and don't forget your earclips." He adds, noticing our bare ears. I nod, and Harry and I walk briskly out of the room, and back to our room.