Maylee Ivanov is a simple 18 year old, going to college, bla bla bla the usual 18 year old life. But her job? She's a professional assassin, her Aunt is her boss and life is swell.
When she was in high school she was best friends with no other than The Harry Styles, but after he preforms at the X-Factor they lose touch and forget about each other for three long years. May soon gets a new assignment,
How will she react when she finds out Harry's her next victim?
I sit up straight and turn around in my seat, “Zayn, shut the fuck up.” I give him a blank stare.
He smirks, “Aw, is little Maylee mad.”
I look at Harry who’s eyes are wide, with a smirk on his lips. He knew I hated being called Maylee, he was the only one who called me Maylee, he only called me that when he was being serious or caring. I only allowed him to call me that. It sounded wrong coming out of Zayn’s mouth.
“First off, do not call me Maylee and second, I am your bodyguard I could take you down without breaking a sweat.” I smirk at him, not breaking eye contact. This was my job, being intimidating and not having fear of people threatening me.
He grins, “We’ll see about that.”
I break out into a grin, “Any time, Malik.”
He laughs, “So why can’t I call you Maylee?”
I glance at Harry again who’s hiding a smile while looking at his phone, “Just go back to sleep, Zayn"
NIALL: What in the world just happened? I choked at seeing this girl? And did a spit take when I actually got a good look at her? What the hell is wrong with me?
LOUIS: I turn around because I'm sure that would have made Summer laugh. But she remains silent. Her hands are still doing something with my phone and the stereo. Her face is blank looking at Niall with her eyes slightly squinted. That's weird. Summer has laughed almost every time one of us does something funny.
ZAYN: "But you're One Direction." I hear her mumble. She sighs.
"And that matters because?" She doesn't need to be so insecure around us. She just needs to be herself. I know that's what Niall likes.
She turns around, giving me a look and with her hands on her hips. "Do I need to explain it to you?" She says sassily. Then she giggles turning back around.
HARRY: "Where do you want to go?" The way her American accent blends in with her awkwardness and sassiness is attractive. And it's also funny because Niall hasn't taken his eyes off her the whole time.
Mission accepted. Niall and Summer.
LIAM: I look at him with a smirk on my face. He furrows his eyebrows at me. "What?"
"Summer will be here soon and with all of us busy with our interviews. I thought Niall could occupy her." Zayn squints his eyes at me and comes right up in my face. "What?" I back up laughing a bit.
He backs off. "You're quite the mastermind." He gives me a nod of approval.
SUMMER: Man, how are we living in a world where a normal teenage girl can't fangirl anytime and anywhere? This sucks.
Please forgive the minor bad fanfic moments, such as where they meet, falling in love in a short period of time, and a couple of small character cliches.