She's our bodyguard?!?

She's our bodyguard?!?

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I'm Lenna Vick and believe it or not, I'm One Direction's new bodyguard. I know, it's pretty hard to believe since I am an 18 year old girl who knows nothing about said band. I landed myself, alone and moneyless in London since my father decided it's time I got re-located. The reason for my re-location is because my dad, the world famous C.I.A special agent, Mark Vick, has always been weary that one of his enemies would make a move towards my family, putting us in danger. Turns out his worries were correct. Jack Hill, one of my fathers first enemies sent his men to attack us in the middle of the night. Of course, we took them down, but it was difficult. So I ended up jobless and alone in London, that was until I saw an ad to become a bodyguard for some band. The job as stated that I would be the personal bodyguard that never left their side. Well I knew I was good at kicking ass so I interviewed, flipped some guys around, and got the call from Mr. Cowell himself congratulating me on getting the job. Now what am I supposed to do?
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"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked as I looked ahead at nothing, focusing on feeling his breathing on the back of my neck. "Never," he whispered. "I'll be here until you get tired of me." He was holding me in his arms, with his back to the wall of my bedroom. Both of his arms were wrapped around me, and I could see the prominent cross tattoo on his right hand. I had had another attack, feeling like the world was caving in on me. As soon as I felt that familiar pang in the bottom of my stomach reaching up to my chest, I would call him. Almost immediately, I would hear a knock at my door. He would always drop what he was doing if he received a call from me, telling him that it's happening again. He would be on my front step, always, with a few pints of ice cream and comfort. He was my rock. He was my sedative. My cure.

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