We both stayed silent as we looked at each other and took in each others' presence. There was complete silence for what seemed like forever, just looking into each others' eyes. He hasn't really changed much, other than his teeth has straightened a bit, probably from his braces.

"Princess...?" He whispered. I had to repetitively blink, to make sure I was awake.

"Niall...?" I asked, shocked. He shouldn't be here.

"Uh, hey. how you been?" He said, closing the space between us, a huge smile adorning his face. His arms wrapped tightly around me, squeezing me tight. It seems like he didn't notice my hand was intertwined with someone else's.

"Uh, I'm good, its been good. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Ireland with your parents, and Skyping your new girlfriend?" I asked, with hurt obvious in my voice as he pulls away. The smile on his face quickly vanished as he sighs.

"Ariella, please, I'm trying to tell you that the photo you showed me isn't real! I would never hurt you like that! Especially after I leave. Please, you have to believe me. You always have been and you still are on my mind. That phone call we had, that day when you cried, because of me, it broke me completely, and I wish I was there with you to comfort you, baby." A chill immediately went down my spine with the term 'baby' and he knew it. He moved his hand to cup my cheek, but was then swatted away by a hand that I forgot was even nearby in the first place.

Drake's.

"Uh, what was that for...?" Niall asked Drake a bit rudely, his face scrunched up. He then looked down to our joined hands. His eyes turned dark blue, his hands turned into fists and his knuckles turned white. Not a good sign...

"I'm Drake, Ariella's boyfriend." He answered, putting the emphasis on boyfriend. He squeezed my hand slightly and bringing it up to show him to prove it. Niall just rolled his eyes. "Who are you?" He just scoffed. Obviously not buying it.. Or amused with his attempt.

"I'm Niall Horan, Ari's actual boyfriend." He pauses for a moment. "Oh, where are my manners? Hot-dog?" He offered the extra hot-dog he had in his hand to Drake. He refused rudely by smacking it out of his hand and splattering onto the floor.

"Now listen here, pretty boy, just-" He paused when I tightly jerked on his hand, digging my long nails into his skin slightly but leaving a red mark, warning him to stop. He then turned to me, leaned in my ear.

"Ariella, just ask him what we need and we will be on our way." I then remembered why we are even here talking to him in the first place. It's not good that I forget. Where is my head going??

"Oh! Uh, right. Ni?" His face brightened up and his body relaxes immediately as I said his nickname, just as mine tenses... It just rolls off the tongue easy, now it just sounds foreign.

"Yes, Princess?" He said as he stepped closer to me. I flinched as he has not called me that in over three years. Obviously the whole girly-girl plan was not going to work since he knows I'm not like that. I had to improvise but I didn't know what or how. So, I went with the first thing that came to my head.

"Look, I just need something from you. " I said shy like while twirling a strand of my hair and losing eye contact. He placed a finger underneath my chin so I was forced to look at him.

"Like what? A hug?." He asked with hope. My face went rosy red as his arms were open. His hugs were one of my favorite things about him and he knew it. I really wanted one again but as I opened my mouth I couldn't bring myself to speak. I was still mad but I really want his hug. So I stayed silent, staying by Drake's side.

He slowly leaned in to hug me. Before I could place my hand on his chest to push him away deny it, as I still cannot speak, Drake did it for me. With a little more force than what I intended.

Anger was clearly written in both of their features, a sudden shift of mood as a huge amount of tension in the air. Of course, I was the knife that had to cut it. My left hand rested on Niall's chest while my right squeezed Drake's hand as I glared him, the one that reads

-I'm seriously warning you to stop before you do something that you will regret, and I WILL make you regret it. I got this under control now let me take care of this- look. He took a step back, letting me do what I need to do. I took a deep breath before I faced Niall.

"Umm no. U-Uh I was thinking something that I could wear," I moved my hand slowly down to his arm to showcase the black bracelet that wrapped around his wrist. He looks down at his own wrist and smiles.

"Oh, you want this? Of course you can. Here." He says with a kind smile. He removed it from his wrist and placed it around mine. He then moved his hands to my face slowly to cup them in his large grasp. We looked at each other intensely in the eyes. He had the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen, then again I haven't seen them for over three years. He walked closer to me and closed the space between us. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered:

"I will always love you Princess. Please, just give me one chance to explain. ONE. I really hope you still have my number. If not, then I will text you later." He smirked. He looked over to Drake, who still looked furious. Geez, take a chill pill.

"I know he really isn't your boyfriend. I still know what goes on back at Oak Hills. I am still a spy and I will be here for you and will I be around, much closer than you think. To make sure you are okay." He paused and looked down. He looked over to Drake one last time before looking back at me and moving a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Take good care of the bracelet. It was the first one that my parents gave me when I was only with them." he put an emphasis on 'them', referring to his parents.

"Please, text me." He gave a half smile that was so cute I had to roll my eyes so I wouldn't laugh and let my guard down again.

"I will." Not. You left me broken and you think its alright to just come back just like that?

"Good." he was about to kiss my forehead but Drake pulled me back towards him causing me to crash onto his chest by our hands that were still intertwined. We started walking back to town-square where we were to meet up with the bus driver after we complete our mission.

"See you around, Princess! Remember what I said!" Niall yelled out. I turned my head to face him and at first he looked pissed for what Drake just did but as soon as I faced him, his face glowed into happiness and did his signature smile with a wave, before stuffing his hands in pockets. He knew the affect that he had on me. But I can't let it get to me. At least not now.

At this point Drake is squeezing my hand so hard that it was starting to lose circulation in it and was stomping down the sidewalk back the way we came.

"Drake, your still squeezing my hand. And your squeezing pretty hard." I said quietly. We both stopped and looked down to see my hand held by him still . His eyes widen slightly as guilt washes over his face.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize that I was." Then he released my hand. I made my hand in a fist form and released and repeated to gain circulation again as we continued to walk. There were marks on it and it began to turn red. I pushed it aside and placed my hands in his jacket that I was still wearing.

"So, 'Princess', that was Niall?" He asked me when we were out of sight and hearing range from him.

"Yeah..." I said awkwardly.

"Is he the reason why you tense up when I called you princess before?" I he asked me quietly. I stayed silent and looked down, my shoes becoming incredibly interesting for me. He stopped walking and grabbed my arm slightly tugging it back causing us both to stop walking again. He bent down and placed his finger underneath my chin to make me look up at him.

"Are you going to ignore me now?" He gave me a look that showed he was waiting for my response. I sighed.

"No.. I'm sorry if I made you think that." He instantly relaxed and gave a small smile saying its alright and hugged me by my side.

"So, what happened?" He asked after he released me. I sighed. Here we go again.

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I told him what happened three years ago and what happened just now with our encounter with Niall and what it meant to me as we continued to walk back to the bus. We were about over halfway there, retracing our steps, all of the shops we past by looking familiar.

"You should have let me beat him down." Was all he said after I finished. He looked at me and stopped me once more. He then moved his hands to my wrist, removing the bracelet from my wrist and onto his, admiring it on him.

"I'll hold onto this." He told me with a half smirk. We then heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Hold it right there, you two!" Someone behind us yelled out. We turned around to fighting stance and saw many people in black outfits running towards us.

Was this part of the mission?

We faced back the original direction and saw more of them from that direction as well. Drake grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear.

"Run."

He pulled me to an alley and we ran as fast as we were able to. I, of course tripped on something and fell over. I yelled out in pain as I held my ankle. He heard me yell and helped turned back me up. He lifted me up onto his back and kept running for the both of us. My arms wrapped around his neck tightly as he made sharp turns. We passed long alleys, turning 6 large and small corners.

Each time thinking we lost them.

Each time we actually didn't.

After the 7th corner we ended up facing a busy street that was impossible to run through. Drake cursed under his breath. He was then about to turn back when our tailers caught up with us and blocked the way we came. Drake turned around to run in the sidewalk but there were more of them there, on the edge of the street, and in the alley.

"Drake, put me down." I tapped his shoulder. He hesitated at first but did as I said. I looked up at the sky to see how much time we had left. The sun was still high so we had plenty of time. I saw that Drake was getting tense by the fact that we were surrounded. This is his first time doing something like this, but I have been trained to do this for years. We were now standing back to back. A few of them started to run towards us and started to attack.

I lost Drake in the rumble but then a hand was cupped over my mouth and I was being dragged back. I then found him punching and kicking one of them in the gut. I tried to kick Drake to get his attention but I was too short to reach him. I quickly started kicking and flailing my legs around, to try and break free, which only made my ankle sprain worse. I finally broke free and ran back behind Drake, ignoring the pain shooting up my leg. I called out to him and grabbed the back of his shirt but I was quickly lifted off the ground from my waist and was lifted off of my feet, a bag covering my head.

I ended up in another alley as I soon realized that the bag covering my head was intoxicated, and this was not part of the mission. The smell was getting to me quickly as the toxic traveled through my senses and I began to feel myself slip away. My vision became blurry very quickly yet I managed to see Drake turn around through the bag, but as soon as he did turn around, I was out of sight and out like a light.

Notes

Yay Niall's back! :) You probably knew that already lol :) Do you think he's going to be here for long though? Do you think he is going to find out about Ariella? Speaking of Ariella...

SHE'S BEEN KIDNAPPED! :(

Do you think she is going to be okay? What do you think the kidnappers are going to do to her? Comment below your ideas I would like to know :)

-I already know what's going to happen since I finished writing the next chapter... hint hint-

But your ideas may change them :)

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