The Spy (One Direction) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 15

PUBLISHED 3/2/15

Rider's POV

I walk into the hotel. I toss my drink. I walk upstairs to Lou's room. I see them all, ready to leave. They look up from their phones, and at me.

"Cute boyfriend, Scarlett," says Louis, smirking.

I almost choke on my own spit. "What?" I ask. He hands me his phone. I see a picture on Twitter of Mason and I! Stupid paparazzi! "He is not my boyfriend."

"It sure looks that way," says Niall.

"How long have I been with you guys?" I ask.

"4 Days," says Liam.

"I got a boyfriend in four days? Think again," I say. "Can we leave now?"

We walk out if the hospital, just to be bombarded by more paparazzi. Don't these people have lives?

We walk to the car. Paul starts driving. "Management canceled the concert," says Louis, glumly. "But, we're going to New York, now!"

"Where in New York?" I ask, worry lacing my tone.

"New York City!" yells Louis.

"Cool," the others say.

But, it's not. If anything, they're walking into a death trap. Ravens' headquarters are in New York City, New York.

"Fantastic," I mumble.

My phone dings.

"Is that your boyfriend?" asks Harry.

"Seriously? I don't have a boyfriend," I say. "Grow up."

I check my phone.

Mason: What are you doing?

Let's throw him off a bit.

Scarlett: Packing.

Mason: To go where?

Scarlett: Perth, Australia.

It's over 11,500 miles from NYC. If Raven, and his gang are on the other side of the world, he can't catch us.

Mason: Why?

Scarlett: My band and I have a concert. What are you doing?

Mason: Working :(

Scarlett: Get back to work! Text me later!

We get to the airport. "Management already sent clothes over," says Paul.

The boys grab their bags out of the trunk. I grab mine. We go through all regulations. Metal detector. Yay, note my sarcasm. The boys walk through, along with Paul.

I wait until they're out of earshot, and view. I walk through. It beeps like crazy. A few security guards walk over. I pull my badge. I flash my badge.

"I'm Agent Tomlinson," I say.

"Sorry Ma'am," the security apologizes.

I walk through and catch up with the boys.

"What took so long?" asks Niall.

"I had to use the bathroom," I lie.

"Vol 524 à New York City, New York embarquement. Vol 524, New York City, New York," says the monotone.
(Flight 524 to New York City, New York boarding. Flight 524, New York City, New York.)