She's Different

"Mio, stop the whining and come here this instant!" I shouted as she hopped a little before running towards us.

"But I don't know what to wear today!" Mio whined again with two hanged dresses in both of her hands. I roll my eyes as I pointed my index finger to the white laced dress.

"What!? This! Shit, why am I even asking you? You don't have any taste in fashion!" Mio rolled her eyes at me.

I smirked a little. Mio is a fashion queen wanna be and also, you can tell that she's immature.
Mio flipped her hair at me and went to Sofia to discuss her 'problem'. The fashion wanna be
didn't quit talking and all I could do is to lean against the wall, shut my eyes and pretend that I'm
in a peaceful surrounding.

"Wow, you're here! I didn't expect you to come."

"Obviously." I could say that Mio was rolling her eyes when she sassed up to Jake.

"You're too stubborn."

"You're too annoying." Mio retorted.

"Then we're meant to be," I could tell Jake winked at Mio cause Mio just gave a disturbing
annoyed sigh. I smirked again.

Mio and Jake are the oppositw of oneself. If Mio love dogs; Jake doesn't. Mio is obsessed with light colors to wear, Jake prefers a plain black shirt with black jeans and a pair of black converse. You see, Mio doesn't want low class fashion but Jake doesn't give a damn. As I've said, Jake and Mio are the opposite of oneself, yet I can feel their vibes trying to be together. It's confusing.

"So how did your mission go?" Jake asked walking towards me, I could sense by the sound of
his steps.

"There's no thrill at all," I replied casually, opening my eyes to see Mio glaring at me. I just
winked at Mio before Jake could reply. Mio gave me a face and just flipped her hair again.
Jealousy, we can all tell.

"Not yet there isn't," Jake smirked.

Jake Smith, he's taller than me, it's completely obvious. He's a little immature like Mio but in
another way. He's crazy when the mood tells him to. He loves to annoy some people,
especially Mio. He has this feelings or as I like to call it, vibes for Mio but Mio seem to be
oblivous. Just as the other way around.

"Yup and the boys are already irritating," I roll my eyes. I stood up and crossed my arms near
my chest before leaning my side to the wall instead of my back leaning against it.

"Also their fans?" Jake said. I simply nodded as a reply. Jake chuckled, "They are lucky.
They're totally famous, as in, worldwide yet they don't really look that handsome."

Did I mention that Jake is vain? I roll my eyes again before laughing with Jake's vanity. What's
with people rolling their eyes? Could eyes fall from their cages?

Jake has always been a friend I had known him for a long time already. I shrugged mentally.
Maybe I'm just crazy about trusting some people, even a guy who probably treat me as a best
friend.

Jason came inside the room with a straight face and some binders. I just looked at him as he
sat on his chair and placed his hands above the table, which he usually do. He called for Mio
that made the both of them (along with Sofia) quiet. Mio casually walked to Jason, that is, like a
fashion model in the runway and like she's walking like a Victoria Secret model in the runway.
Did I mention that she was wearing at least a 5-inch-heel that she always use cause it's a
secret dagger? Well, Sofia was called next and she greeted a 'hello' before receiving the
papers Jason gave her. Jake went to him next and they had a little chat where Jason asked
where Alfred and Simon was and then Jake left with his binders.

"I'd like to have a word with Kim privately," Jason announced. They looked at me, Mio raised
her brow, Sofia winked at me while Jake teased me by mouthing a 'good luck'.

They all went out and Jason and I just looked at each other. He's smiling. I didn't give him a
smile back, I just looked at him blankly. He chuckled. Jason Cyrus, the head of the agency. He
was a retired FBI and well, he is the one who gives us missions and such. Jason looked as if
he was a man in his late 30s where in the truth is he's already 42 years old.

"How was dinner with the boys?" Jason asked.

I rolled my eyes and positioned myself in another way of leaning the wall again. "They are
irritating, Jason. Their fans are too loud. Louis is immature, perhaps. He gave me a threat that
he'd call the cops cause I was putting butter on my bread using a swiss knife. Hours before, he
dived into the blue mattress pretending to be a surfer. He is unbelievable, super annoying and
so obnoxious."

"How about the other boys? Did they turn out to be what their biography said?" Jason chuckled.

"I don't know. Liam is weird cause he's a little immature and then after sometime he'll get
mature. Zayn sleeps a lot, Niall eats a lot and this curly dude, Henry,"

"Harry," he corrected.

I rolled my eyes in a rude 'whatever' manner and continued, "always taps with the qwerty
keyboard of his iPhone. Maybe texting to Tayl-" I was cut off when a girl interrupted.

"You did not just state that Haylor is real!!" Elle was standing there and the door must have
opened before we knew it. And it maybe because Jason was so fund with my hatred against Louis.

"What the hell is 'Haylor'?"

"Harry and Taylor. My god, Kim. Aren't you aware of couple names where a name and another name are combined by other people?" Elle rolled her eyes.

"I'm not dumb, it's only because I am not a total stalker."

"I'm not a stalker."

"Says the girl who check twitter updates of 5 idiots in between her missions."

"They aren't idiots and again, I'm not a stalker, I'm just dedicated."

"You're crazy-" she cut me off.

"Dedicated. Isn't that word in your mental vocabulary?" Elle's eyebrow rose. "And we might not
know you're already having this love bug from one of them!"

"Shut it. I hate them!" I said stressing the word hate. "Especially that guy who acts like a rabbit
when it comes to carrots." I mummbled the last part.

"You did not just use the H-word against One Direction! And tell me you're joking when you
said your H-est is my boobear!" Elle stood there drawing a huge 'H' in the air.

"Elizabeth," Jason chuckled. Oh right, he was there. Elle and I almost forgot that.

"Hey, J. Tell Kim that 1D aren't idiots-" I cut Elle off.

"What the hell is 1D?"

"Oh my god, Kimberly. You can't be the dumbest person I'll ever meet in person in my lifetime,"
Elle rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Jason. You need to tell Kim that she wont call my boyfies as
'idiots' or hate them especially my boobear cause they are all amaZAYN!" Elle crossed her
arms near her chest.

"Seriously, Elle? 'AmaZAYN', seriously?" I asked in disbelief.

"Elle, get this and we will talk later. I need to talk with Kim.... alone," Jason chuckled before
making a straight face to Elle.

Elle. grabbed the paper from Jason's hand, "Let Kim take lessons again, she's totally dumber than I thought she could be." She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair before exiting the room.

"Bye Elsa!" I smirked.

"You did not just call me that!" Elle raised her middle finger before flipping her hair out of the
room. I shrugged with a chuckle. I do know how to annoy her. You see, Elle's name is truly
Elizabeth Purt. She prefers Elle and she hates the movie Frozen where there's a character
named Queen Elsa who has ice powers.

"So I was saying, curly can't be seperated with his phone or is he just in the mood for flirting in
the phone? I dont really care that much. Niall always eat, and you know what I am when it
comes to food. Will I have my own flat then?" I said faking a British accent in the last part of the
sentence.

"No."

"What the hell!? How many days should I be in this mission thingy?!"

"In a few months until we confirm that the British-Irish boyband is completely safe from threats."

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I went back to the boys' flat in about 2 am in the morning. I shook my head before shrugging the
snow off of my shoulders. It's a cold night, I have nothing to say other than that. I slid the key
on the keyhole and opened the door quietly. I entered the room and was surprised to see Niall
eating on the couch with ice cream and popcorn. His eyes were taped into the huge flat screen
tv on top of the little fire he must have created.

"It's 2 AM why are you still up?" I asked and hung my clothes.

"Why are you still up?" he asked still eating and still with his eyes on the tv. I roll my eyes.

"It's not nice to leave a question hanging."

"I got hungry," he shrugged before turning his head to my sight. I roll my eyes and joined him in
the couch. I was not satisfied dinner cause I had to run to the agency so I sat along and
grabbed the other bowl of popcorn relaxing in the table.

"Hey! Make your own, it's bad to steal!" Niall said.

I roll my eyes, "You make me popcorn."

"You're the one who needs popcorn, go make some yourself!" Niall's attention left the TV and
now he is scolding me for getting his popcorn. I shrugged and chuckled.

"You're the youngest of the group or is it Lou?" I asked trying to make his head go away about
the popcorn thing. I'm not in the mood to make some.

"No, am not. Why do people think of that? Hazz is the youngest and Lou is the oldest," Niall
explained along with a confused face.

I shrugged. I really thought that Niall was the youngest because of his obssession of food and I
also thought that Louis was the youngest since he's the most immature one. I also thought that
Liam is the eldest, followed by Harry and then Zach (am I right?) then immature one and then
came Niall.

"Are you a directionater?" Niall asked. My brows made it's way to raise the other and the other
just lay down, showing Niall a confused face while my hands stuff popcorn into my mouth.

"What the hell is that?"

"Oh, you just dont have interest on us?" I nodded in reply. Niall continued with his questions,
"Then why are you here with us?"

"Are we playing 21 questions?" Niall shook his head in an innocent way. You could tell that he
was pretty into this conversation and it seemed important to hear my answers. I shrugged
again and turned the tv to another channel, "My best friend won a ticket to have a vacay with
you."

"What's her name?"

"Amber," I lied casually. I'm use to this 'name my bestfriend' thing. I do it almost every mission I
get into that involves these type of lies. "She's sick and probably in the hospital right now."

"Really?! Then why are you here? You should go and check her out! You're her best friend-"
Niall was cut off by loud thumps that came from upstairs. My head flipped and looked at that
direction. I swear, something just broke or fell and then went broken.

I'm glad I didn't answer Niall's question cause I wasn't prepared for that neither is 'Amber' inside
my head. I left the remote to Niall and stood up. I can sense that he turned the tv off and then
followed me upstairs.

I opened the door where the sound was from and found Harry chasing Louis that is waving his
hand up with a phone. They just chased each other while Harry always yell for Louis to give
him back his phone. Louis just screams like a teenage girl fangirling about Bieber and then they
didn't even care for the vase that's already broken into pieces. They even ran pass us and
went downstairs, still running.

I sighed on how immature they were. I looked over Niall who just shrugged. "Is this always like
this?"

"You'll get used to it," Niall smiled. He then went down sliding and then went back to the couch
to finish his cookies and ice cream.

I sighed again, heavily and annoyed this time. God, it's 2 am in the morning and Harry is
chasing the crap out of Louis who has his phone. I looked at the side when the door opened
revealing Liam who's just with his boxers and who looked like he just woke up. I saw the
decorations inside his room from out here. Without any permission I went inside to grab a
Christmas Ball. It was light weight.

How could Louis be this stupid to roam around in 2 in the morning? I rolled my eyes again. The
last thing I want to see this moning is another thing that will fall down and brea- what the f?
Another vase just fell and got broken. I roll my eyes again. Seriously, Louis?

"Aw!" Louis fell down and Harry got his phone when I threw him a Christmas Ball which hit his
head. I jumped down, I didn't want to run down the stairs. Liam stood there amazed or surprised
on how high I jumped off. "Harry clean the broken vase, throw it before somebody gets a cut.
Now you Lewis, you're coming with me."

"What? Why?!" Harry whined.

"I told you already, it's Lou-ee not Lewis-aw!" I pinched his ear and dragged him. He didn't let
any pain to feel more and stood up, walked with me upstairs to his room still with some
'ouches'.

"Also clean the vase that's inside your room," I shouted to Harry when Louis and I reached the
Christmas tree near my room.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because?"

"Can you let go now?" Louis butt into our conversation.

"Because I said so!" I ignored him and shouted to Harry.

Notes

I apologize for some errors :)