The Bodyguard.

"You're going down, Calder." Aaron Johnson says snidely to me under his breath. I laugh bitterly, "You wish, Johnson."
The gun fires once and the race begins. Jumping over obstacles, climbing walls, taking out enemies; this stupid track has become my life for the past three years and it has all come down to this one race against the one person I despise most here. I did not come this far to lose, especially not by Johnson. I pay no attention to how Aaron is doing, I just focus on my tasks and ring the bell about two seconds before he does.
"Max! You won!" My academy friends cheer as they surround me. "I won?" They nod back with smiling faces. Then it registers, "Oh my God, I won! I won!" I catch Aaron's glare out of the corner of my eye and decide to be the respectable opponent and go shake his hand.
"Good race, Johnson. It was close and I wish you luck." I hold out my hand for him to shake. He takes a deep breath and shakes it, then pulls me in close, "This race was mine, watch your back Calder." He smiles as he releases me, keeping his facade. I was dumbfounded for a moment, then I was straight up pissed. I grin, "Looks like your the one that needs to watch his back, you just got beat by a girl." His face hardens as I blow him a kiss and walk back to my friends.
"Come on, Max. You need to get ready." My friend Abby tells me.
"Ready for what?" I ask perplexed.
"We're celebrating tonight! Going to a club, so put on something sexy."
"How...?" I trail off, she already knows my question. In the academy, we aren't allowed to leave the grounds except if you have permission or if it is an emergency.
She shrugs and smirks, "I have my ways. Nevermind that, I'll be at your room at 8:30 sharp. And wear that one dress I love!" Abby calls as shes walking away to her room.
When I reach my room, I make sure my roomate isn't present, then scream and jump around in joy. I FUCKING WON! I won the Final Race at The Jacobs Security Academy. This place has been like a boot camp, except with better rooms. The food is still shit, though. Since I won, I get a $25,000 check to spend however I please, if I decide to go to college at any time in my life they will pay for every last cent, I get out of this hell hole two weeks early, I recieve the highest honors, and I am the most sought after security personell in the business.
I can't believe I did it.
~Later~
"Damn. You look gorgeous, Max!" Abby gushes as I get in the Academy's Jeep she's driving. I roll my eyes, but feel my cheeks getting ready anyway. "Thanks, you too. So how long do we have tonight?"
"We have as long as we want. I may or may not have talked to Mrs. Jacobs about this." She admits. "What!" I yell at her. The others already think I'm a cheater because my adoptive parents are the founders and owners of Jacob's Security.
"I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. You deserve this and because I am your best friend here, I deserve it too. She thought you did, too. You need to relax, Max. You just fucking won The Final Race! Celebrate! Enjoy it!" Abby gives me one of her little pep talks.
I sigh, defeated. She's right, I deserve this. "Okay, fine. What club are we going to?"
"Crazy 8's."
"Never heard of it."
"We haven't heard of a lot of things the past three years. No contact with the outside world is a bitch."
Yeah, that's another thing that was horrible about the Academy; no outside contact unless permitted. It was hardly ever permitted. That means the music that is on my Ipod has been there for three years and is extremely overplayed. I don't know much, if anything, about current politics, music, movies, or celebrities.
It takes an hour and a half to get to town, which is why we had to leave so early. By the time we arrive, the place is packed. I'm starting to get nervous, this will be the first time I will actually be in a club and be legally able to drink.
Oh stop being such a pussy, Max. I say to myself. You have gone through worse.
With a sigh, I hook arms with Abby and begin to walk towards the entrance of the club. I head to the back of the line, but Abby scoffs and leads us right up to the guard controlling who goes in and out. All Abby has to do is flirtatiously smile with the man and we are in. I can hear people bitching behind me as we enter before them.
The music is deafening, there are sweaty and drunk bodies everywhere, you can feel the bass vibrating through your entire body. Just how I remember clubs being when I used to sneak into them.
Abby and I take three shots right off, then order drinks. I'm definitely less nervous now. We are sitting at a bar table sipping on our drinks. "I can't believe you get to leave in three days! You can join the world again." Abby says.
I smile, "I'm sorry, but you only have two weeks left!"
She gives me a look, "So, I wonder who you'll be working for." I sigh, daydreaming about it, "Maybe Johnny Depp. Or Leonardo Dicaprio. Or Robert Pattinson."
"Okay, are we talking about protecting or fucking?" Abby asks me with a raised eyebrow.
"Both!" I reply and we both start laughing probably harder than we should have. We finish our drinks and Abby offers to get refills. I'm sitting at the bar table alone, I don't even have a cell phone to make myself look busy and less awkward. I feel the table move and look up, assuming it's Abby.
It's not.
A good looking man with black hair that looks to be a couple years older than myself sits in Abby's seat. "Hey," he greets.
"Hi."
"Are you here alone?"
Yeah, cause that's not creepy! "No, I'm here with a friend."
He smiles, "So you're single then?" I nod.
"Excellent. I'm Bret."
"Rose." I tell him my middle name.
"Is your friend single?"
"She is."
"Could my buddy and I buy you two drinks?" On cue, his friend pops up beside him. I was thankful when Abby returned.
"We already have drinks, but if you could get us a booth we would be happy to join you." Abby says to them. I could slap her! I do not have a good feeling about this Bret guy, hard to say about his friend.
So of course, here I am sitting in the middle of Bret and Abby in the booth. I'm trapped. Abby is having a great time with...I don't even remember his name. I, on the other hand, am trying to stay as far away from Bret as possible.
He's talking to me about his job, which is a lawyer, and I'm pretending I'm listening but I'm really looking around the club for hotties I could be talking to right now instead. Noboy had stuck out to me until my eyes landed on a curly-headed boy with the cutest dimples. He was on the other side of the club in the VIP section, a gorgeous girl by his side. Figures. I found myself wishing this man would come and save me from this boring and creepy person who sat next to me. I don't need anyone to save me, but it's nice to think that I could be worth saving. I continued to stare and sip my drink, it's not like he would know I was staring at him from all the way over here anyway.
I must have jinxed myself because a moment later he was staring right back at me. I quickly look away, embarrassed. When I look back thirty seconds later, he is still looking at me, smirking this time.
Maybe he's looking at someone in front of you or behind you, Max.
I try to calm myself down. It doesn't help as I can feel heat rise to my cheeks. "Rose?" Bret calls to me, bringing me back to our one-sided conversation.
I face him, "What?"
He's giving me a smirk that I'm sure is supposed to make my heart melt, but in fact it creeps me out. I just want out of this booth!
"I said, do you wanna get out of here?" He asks and moves closer to me. He starts to slide his hand from my knee up my leg. I stop it, "Uh, no thanks." His eyes flash with anger from rejection. I look at Abby to see if she's wanting out as much as I do, but she's actually making out with Bret's friend. Great.
I feel Bret's hand on me again, more rough this time, "Come on, baby, you know you want to." I push his hand away and scoot away, "I said no, so back off."
"I like a girl that can play hard to get." He makes another advance on me. He blocks me from moving any farther away from him. He grabs my wrist and grips it so tightly I know I will have a bruise tomorrow. "Get off me!" I try and push him away with my other hand, but he barely budges.
"You are fiesty! I like you." His voice is dark, his eyes darker. For the first time in a long time, I'm frieghtened.
"She obviously doesn't like you, so I suggest you let her go." A deep british voice speaks up. My head snaps to the front of the table, along with Bret's.
No fucking way!
The man from the VIP section that I nearly undressed with my eyes was standing in front of me, telling this douche bag to get off of me. Just like that, I wasn't scared anymore. I knew I would be out of Bret's grasp momentarily.
"Mind your own business." Bret snarls and grips my wrist tighter making me wince. The british god notices. "She is my business." He says.
Bret lets go of me and focus's his attention on my saviour. "Who the fuck are you? Do you want your face bashed in?"
The man shrugs, "You could try." If it wasn't so tense, I would have at least smiled. He showed no fear as Bret stood up and towered at least an inch over him. I quickly got out of the booth and by this time, Abby and her make-out buddy realize whats going on.
Bret's friend stands next to him, "Bret, dude. Leave it alone. There are plenty of other chicks here. Go find one." I get the feeling this isn't the first time Bret has been an asshole before.
"I want her." He snaps. That's it!
I tap on Bret's shoulder from behind. He turns around. "I am not a piece of property, you will NEVER touch me like that again, and I am not yours. Got it?"
His face reddens with anger as he grabs the wrist he was gripping earlier, "You little bitch!" As soon as he touches me I deck him right in the face. He stumbles back, bumping into a lot of people with blood pouring out of his nose. "Crazy bitch!" He yells at me before being hauled out of the club by bouncers.
I shake my hand, he has a hard face. Abby is by my side now. I look at the two men standing in front of me with shocked expressions. "Why didn't you just do that in the first place?" The friend asks me. "It's kind of hard to hit someone when they are pinning you against a booth." I reply.
"Fair enough. I'm sorry about him, he has always been a jackass." I shrug, "It's fine, but if you hurt my friend I'll cut your balls off." I give him a sweet smile before hugging Abby and whispering in her ear to go for it. She couldn't reply before I walked over to the man who pretty much saved me.
"Let me buy you a drink." I tell him. He smiles slightly, "I thought I was supposed to buy you the drink?"
"I think the Damsel in Distress should buy the saviour a drink every once in a while, don't you?" I smirk at him as I lead the way to the bar. I buy us two shots each and we down them before even getting to know each other's names.
Without a word, he takes my hand and leads me to the VIP booth he was in earlier, but now it's empty. What happened to the girl he was with?
We sit fairly close to each other. I hold out my hand for him to shake, "I'm Rose, thank you for coming to my rescue." I gave him my middle name because strangers don't need to know the truth.
He smiles, "Harry, and you're welcome. You throw a mean punch."
I shrug and look down at my knuckles which are dully throbbing, "Hurt like a bitch." Just then Harry takes both of my hands in his and looks at the damage. First he looks at my knuckles, running his thumb over them softly. I just stare at him, mesmorized. He examines my wrist next, it's red and tender.
"You'll have a bruise." He tells me before dropping my hands. It takes me a moment to find my voice. I clear my throat and look away from him, "I know." There was an awkward silence before I decided to break it. "So, you must be pretty famous to be in the VIP booth."
He shrugs, "Must be."
"You're awfully young."
"I'm old enough." He smirks at me and winks.
I laugh, "Okay, tiger. I bet I'm older than you are."
He purses his lips in thought, his eyes running up and down my body as if they would magically tell him my age. "I'll take you up on that. What are we betting, exactly?"
"Hmm." I think for a moment, "If I win, you tell me what you do for a living."
"If I win, you dance with me." He finishes. I smile, I would have danced with him anyway.
"On the count of three, we say our ages. Ready?" I ask. He nods. I count with my fingers; one...two...three!
"20." Harry reveals.
"21." I say happily. Harry groans, "Damn."
I giggle, "If you aren't 21, then how are you drinking?"
Harry smirks, "I'm famous, remember?"
"Oh yes! That's right. So tell me, what do you do?" I ask.
"I'm in a band." He tells me simply.
I wait for him to give me more details. When he doesn't I ask, "And?"
"You never said I had to be specific. That's all you get, Rose."
As my middle name left his lips, I found myself desperately wanting him to speak my real one.
"You cheater!" I exclaim while hitting him in the arm. He laughs, "I did not cheat."
I roll my eyes, "Can you at least tell me if you sing? Play the guitar? Piano? You can't just tell a girl that you're in a band and not give any more details."
He sighs and licks his lips. "Fine. I sing."
"Will you sing me something?" Of course I'm gonna ask.
"You won't even be able to hear me over this music."
I sigh, "Okay, okay." I stand up and hold out my hand for him to take. He looks at it questioningly. "We're going to dance." I tell him.
"But I lost the bet." He retorts.
"You don't need to win a bet to be able to dance with me." I send him what I hope is a flirtatious smile. He smiles as well and takes my hand, leading us to the dance floor.
Oh yeah, I'm drunk.
I don't recognize any of the music and I remember that I have barely danced in three years, I hope I'm not too rusty. We do our own solo thing for about thirty seconds before Harry's hands slip onto my waist and pulls me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his neck and we dance against each other rythmically to the music.
My drunken self loses it when a song I know comes on. I turn around in Harry's hold and dance against him, grinding my ass on his front. Now I remember why I love getting fucked up.I could really go for a line right now.
No! Stop it, Max. You aren't that person anymore. You've changed and you don't need it to have a good time. Now just focus on this incredibly gorgeous guy behind you and shut the fuck up.
I lean my head back onto Harry, exposing my neck while still dancing. Harry takes advantage of my exposed skin and begins to kiss it. When I don't stop him, he full on starts sucking and biting it, making me bite my lip, trying to stay silent. I tangle my hand in his hair and pull, making him bite my neck harder.
As soon as the song ends he spins me aroud to face him. I'm glad to know that he is breathing as heavily as I am. He leans down to say into my ear, "I'll get us drinks if you'll wait for me in the booth?" His breath is tickling my neck. I nod in response. He kisses my cheek and heads to the bar. I was about to return to the booth when Abby comes up to me.
"Hey!" she exclaims.
"Hey yourself! Where's your man?" I ask her.
"Waiting for me by the door. I'm gonna get laid tonight girl!" She squeals happily. I laugh at her, "So what are you doing talking to me?"
"Two things: 1. Let's meet back at the Jeep at two tomorrow. If you're late, you'll have to catch a taxi because Morgan said to be back by four or it's my ass. That goes for you too."
"Okay, and whats the second thing?"
She grins, "You need to go home with that hottie. He looks like he'll be a good fuck and you need one."
I slap her playfully and laugh, embarrassed, "For your information, I was planning on it. Did you hear his accent?"
She laughs, "Good! Make it a night to remember." She winks at me before walking towards the exit. I shake my head and laugh, walking to the VIP booth. I can see Harry at the bar ordering our drinks as a blonde is putting her hands all over him. She grabs his ass and thats when he gently takes her hands and says something to her. I'm assuming it was along the lines of, "Get off me, tramp." because she gets a pissy look on her face and walks off. Okay, maybe he didn't exactly say that, but that's what I choose to think. I'm flattered that he brushed her off, though.
I try to act like I'm not watching his every move as he makes his way back to me with the alcohol. I'm already drunk but one more drink will be perfect. He hands me my drink and I drink nearly half right then. He sits so close to me I can almost feel his breath on my face. I don't mind.
"So, Rose, you know what I do. But what do you do?" he asks me. "I work with a security company." I tell him simply. He doesn't need to know what kind of security.
"Are you single?" he asks randomly.
"Single as a pringle."
Oh my God. Did I really just say that?
I literally facepalm myself. Harry laughs at me.
"What about you? Are you single?" I ask him, diverting the attention away from me.
"Single and ready to mingle." He answers. I laugh and am grateful he tried to make me feel better about my goofy answer. Then he got serious.
"You know you look sexy as hell, don't you?" Harry asks me, voice rough. It sends tingles...down there. All I can do is shake my head once. "And that dress looks great on you." He traces the black on my dress lightly with his fingers, driving me crazy. My voice shakes as I say, "You don't look so bad yourself."
He smirks as he cups my neck with the back of his hand, placing his thumb on my cheek. Harry slowly leans in to kiss me and I grow more impatient the longer I have to wait. Finally, his plump lips meet mine in a gentle kiss. I frown when he pulls away.
"Do you wanna come back to mine, love?" Harry asks in his thick accent. I nearly melt so I just kiss him again in response. He smiles and I know I'm done for.

Notes

Hello people! Soooo, this is my first one direction fanfic. I welcome and appreciate your CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, I do NOT appreciate hateful comments, there is a difference. With that being said, don't be shy and enjoy! c:

-I really want to incorporate some comedy into this story, so if I'm failing horribly please just tell me, lol. Thanks for reading!-