Undercover Protector
Scared
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Nicole’s POV:
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“Chief, I think it’s better if the management told Harry instead of me personally.” I tried convincing him, because I really didn’t want to break it out to Harry. “Moore, you do as you are told, understood?” I sighed and nodded, I can’t believe that I will have to expose my true identity to Harry. “My personal advice kiddo, will be to go for it now; I’ll need to call his management to figure out how will you be with him at all times; the press will start to wonder and we already need less drama. Jim, go back to the car and stay alert.” He left, and I shook my head from all of the pressure I have on right now. “Nicole, do you have your gun in your bag?” My eyes widened at Jim, is this how it is going to be at all times from now on?
“It’s always with me. Relax, I’ll be fine and you’re already connected to my ear-piece.” We both stood up and went in our separate ways. I went up to Harry’s room, as my heart was beating faster from the nerves. Why am I nervous of telling him? No, I must never be nervous; it’s for his own good. I knocked on the door, as I heard laughter coming from his room. “Nicole?” He breathed as soon as he saw me, with his eyes wide, oh Harry don’t make this harder.
“Hey, I need to talk to you if you don’t mind?” He nodded with a warm smile and let me step inside his room. Niall and the rest of the boys apparently where in Harry’s room, so I had to greet them all. “Guys, do you mind if I had a moment with Harry alone?” They all looked at each other and smirked wickedly.“You heard the pretty girl, let’s leave these two alone.” Louis cheered as they all chuckled and left the Harry’s room. “Harry, do you mind sitting down please?” He looked confused, but he did what I asked him. I stood there, thinking how I should break in the news for him; but I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it, stay here ok?” I told him directly, and the poor guy was still confused; he nodded slowly as I clonked my ankle boots to the door. I peeked through the eyehole in the door, and I saw a tall man standing with his left hand behind his back; oh no. “(I whispered.) Are you expecting someone?” He shook his head with worry painting his facial expressions. I tip toed and grabbed my gun from my purse then stood behind the door, placing my hand on the door knob. “Nicole, why do you have a g-…” I cut him off and spoke quitly: “Shhh, don’t ask anything now; go to your room and don’t come out till I tell you to. (He was so scared, I could see it but I didn’t want him to do so.) Go Harry, now.” He stood up and went to his room directly, once I heard he locked the bedroom’s door, I opened the door slowly.
“Hello, how may I help you?” I pretended I was clueless, as the guy smiled and took his sunglasses off. “Special delivery for Mr. Styles.” He spoke in a Russian/English accent, and that was when my instincts knew that he is one of Vera’s little helpers. I pointed the gun to his head, and spoke cold as rocks: “Nice try, get inside.” He lifted his gun and pointed it at me as we walked with distance, still pointing guns at each other.“She told me I’d be dead by now, you’re Nicole I presume.” I laughed sarcastically; nice try Vera. “How’s the little Russian tramp?” I asked as clicked the gun to prepare for the shooting order.“I am here to deliver a message for you, where is the little Styles? I need to shoot something in him to make it clear for you that it will be your head that’s going to be shot next time.” I lifted my eyebrow, and suddenly Jim spoke through my ear-piece: “Nicole, I’ll be there in less than 2 minutes; don’t do anything stupid.”
I pierced my eyes at the assassin, and smiled: “How about a game of Russian Roulette?” He smirked and clicked his gun, as his aim was still on my head, just like mine was on his. “Then again, let me try something else.” I fired my gun on his arm, making his gun drop and him sliding on the wall, cursing in pain from his shot arm. “He spat in pain and anger.) Vera will never make you breathe soon, you little bi-…” I cut him off and spat back: “I wouldn’t curse me if I was you right now, would you like two dislocated arms?” Just by then Jim jumped in the room and raised his badge and handcuffs at the Russian assassin.“FBI, you’re under arrest! Moore, are you ok?!” I nodded as I still held my gun to the guy, while Jim handcuffed him and dragged him out the room; this is strike number one Vera…
Nicole’s POV:
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“Chief, I think it’s better if the management told Harry instead of me personally.” I tried convincing him, because I really didn’t want to break it out to Harry. “Moore, you do as you are told, understood?” I sighed and nodded, I can’t believe that I will have to expose my true identity to Harry. “My personal advice kiddo, will be to go for it now; I’ll need to call his management to figure out how will you be with him at all times; the press will start to wonder and we already need less drama. Jim, go back to the car and stay alert.” He left, and I shook my head from all of the pressure I have on right now. “Nicole, do you have your gun in your bag?” My eyes widened at Jim, is this how it is going to be at all times from now on?
“It’s always with me. Relax, I’ll be fine and you’re already connected to my ear-piece.” We both stood up and went in our separate ways. I went up to Harry’s room, as my heart was beating faster from the nerves. Why am I nervous of telling him? No, I must never be nervous; it’s for his own good. I knocked on the door, as I heard laughter coming from his room. “Nicole?” He breathed as soon as he saw me, with his eyes wide, oh Harry don’t make this harder.
“Hey, I need to talk to you if you don’t mind?” He nodded with a warm smile and let me step inside his room. Niall and the rest of the boys apparently where in Harry’s room, so I had to greet them all. “Guys, do you mind if I had a moment with Harry alone?” They all looked at each other and smirked wickedly.“You heard the pretty girl, let’s leave these two alone.” Louis cheered as they all chuckled and left the Harry’s room. “Harry, do you mind sitting down please?” He looked confused, but he did what I asked him. I stood there, thinking how I should break in the news for him; but I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it, stay here ok?” I told him directly, and the poor guy was still confused; he nodded slowly as I clonked my ankle boots to the door. I peeked through the eyehole in the door, and I saw a tall man standing with his left hand behind his back; oh no. “(I whispered.) Are you expecting someone?” He shook his head with worry painting his facial expressions. I tip toed and grabbed my gun from my purse then stood behind the door, placing my hand on the door knob. “Nicole, why do you have a g-…” I cut him off and spoke quitly: “Shhh, don’t ask anything now; go to your room and don’t come out till I tell you to. (He was so scared, I could see it but I didn’t want him to do so.) Go Harry, now.” He stood up and went to his room directly, once I heard he locked the bedroom’s door, I opened the door slowly.
“Hello, how may I help you?” I pretended I was clueless, as the guy smiled and took his sunglasses off. “Special delivery for Mr. Styles.” He spoke in a Russian/English accent, and that was when my instincts knew that he is one of Vera’s little helpers. I pointed the gun to his head, and spoke cold as rocks: “Nice try, get inside.” He lifted his gun and pointed it at me as we walked with distance, still pointing guns at each other.“She told me I’d be dead by now, you’re Nicole I presume.” I laughed sarcastically; nice try Vera. “How’s the little Russian tramp?” I asked as clicked the gun to prepare for the shooting order.“I am here to deliver a message for you, where is the little Styles? I need to shoot something in him to make it clear for you that it will be your head that’s going to be shot next time.” I lifted my eyebrow, and suddenly Jim spoke through my ear-piece: “Nicole, I’ll be there in less than 2 minutes; don’t do anything stupid.”
I pierced my eyes at the assassin, and smiled: “How about a game of Russian Roulette?” He smirked and clicked his gun, as his aim was still on my head, just like mine was on his. “Then again, let me try something else.” I fired my gun on his arm, making his gun drop and him sliding on the wall, cursing in pain from his shot arm. “He spat in pain and anger.) Vera will never make you breathe soon, you little bi-…” I cut him off and spat back: “I wouldn’t curse me if I was you right now, would you like two dislocated arms?” Just by then Jim jumped in the room and raised his badge and handcuffs at the Russian assassin.“FBI, you’re under arrest! Moore, are you ok?!” I nodded as I still held my gun to the guy, while Jim handcuffed him and dragged him out the room; this is strike number one Vera…
Notes
I know, we lost breath so many times in this chapter didn't we? :O I won't comment guys, just go ahead and :
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5/26/14