Undercover

Spain. I can't believe I had agreed to go to Spain exactly 13 hours ago. The thing was, my mind was abuzz with questions nagging at my brain. What about a passport? Did my boss approve? Did he even know about it? Of course, there was that one thing that sat in the back of my brain, like a mosquito bite that won't stop itching, what was Harry really going to do in Spain? Hell knows that trip isn't just for relaxing.

Two of those questions would be answered in about an hour, when Perrie said we would take a little adventure to work and talk to the boss. We would leave in about four hours and I was nervous. What should I expect? I really want to go visit their art museum and their cathedrals and the moors. I want to taste the authentic food, not just Taco Bell, I want to see the beautiful town and its natives. Plus, I heard their night parties are wild. But would we really be doing that? I hope we stay in Madrid. Maybe we can drive down to Barcelona.

Despite the nerves in my stomach about this trip, I was excited. I would finally be able to experience the place for all its worth, not just videos and pictures of it. Damn it I'm looking forward to this trip. I knew I was looking forward to it the minute I wrote out a list of things I have to do there.

I shove my shit into a suitcase, trying to pack. We would be there for a week, just enough time to get in everything on my list, possibly more. I have one suitcase, and I don't really know what to pack. Perrie is at the mall now, picking out some good clothes to bring to Spain. So far all I have are two pairs of jean shorts, one t-shirt, one floral top, Perrie's leather jacket that I stole, and my high top white and low top back converse. I had showered earlier, scrubbing myself clean in hopes to wash away my nerves, but with every scrub, the knot in my stomach tightened. The good thing is, my 5-day, agonizing period just ended. And let me tell ya, it feels good.

The door flies open and I realize I had been lost in my nerves for a half an hour. Perrie walks in with armfuls of shopping bags. Her sunglasses sit on top of her head, pushing back her freshly died purple hair. She must have just done it. Her short, tight leather skirt enhances her small curves and her black tights elongate her legs, with help from her heeled boots of course. A grey and black cheetah print, short sleeved, tight croptop hugs her chest and I can only imagine the looks she got at the mall.

"Sorry I took so long, I decided for a little change," She says, kicking the door closed with her foot, dropping the bags to the floor like flour sacks, winking, and pointing to her hair.

"It looks good, you'll fit in even better here," She chuckles and starts to dig through the bags, throwing clothes at me.

"Here, this is what I found for you," I'm buried under a pile of clothes by the time she's done talking. I shake them off of me and hold up the first thing that I see. Hesitantly, I hold up a black, lace and pantie set.

"Ummm," I question and she just laughs.

"Well you're gonna need that if you ever wanna fuck Harry," She says and wiggles her eyebrows.

"Gross, I don't want to...you know, with Harry!" I yell and then drop my voice to a mere whisper, "We're just here for work, remember?"

"So, I fuck Zayn. It's like getting paid to have sex with a sex god. I mean have you looked at Zayn? He's gorgeous. And I can't believe you're so innocent that you can't even say the word sex."

"Whatever, I refuse to have any relationship with Harry," I state promptly.

"Oh whatever, we all know you played kissy face with him two nights ago," She says and inspects her perfect nails like what she just said isn't a big deal.

"What?! How do you know that?!" I yell-whisper to her.

"How can we not know about that? Did you think that you'd be invisible to everyone else that night? Nice date-thing by the way," She says and my cheeks burn. God damn it she's right.

"Oh don't be so embarrassed. It was cute. I just worry for you," She says and I look up at her.

"Why?"

"Because, this is the softest I've ever seen Harry. I think he's just been super hormonal lately. He's gonna go back to his bad boy personal soon enough," My heart can't help but race when she says this. A part of me has always loved the thrill of a bad boy.

A sickly sweet smile crosses her face. "And you love that, don't you?"

"What? Psh no, course not," My voice wavers and I know she can see right through me.

"Don't be embarrassed, we all crave a little thrill,"

"But I don't just crave it," Shit, did I just say that out loud. Fuck fuck fuck.

"I knew it! I knew you were attracted to it!" Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Whatever," I mumble and turn my attention back to the pile of clothes. This is going to be one hell of a trip...

Notes

Short update cuz I can :) So I'm going to stop asking you guys for a vote and comment limit because y'all have already exceeded my expectations. 64 votes! 107 comments! Thank you guys! Another update coming soon, I'm a little backed up right now :)

-T