Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 1

*Marie's P.O.V*

Young girls were screaming everywhere.

The sound was piercing my ears in an unhealthy way.

I groaned, sitting at the back of a very long line.

"What would ya like, love?" A British voice whispered in my ear.

I stood up a bit straighter and turned around to face none other than THE Harry Styles.

Then a lightbulb flashed above my head. That's why there is so much screaming.

One Direction is in a little Starbucks, here in America.

It was clear that Harry could cut just about everyone in line, and they would still be honored just to see him in person.

"I'm waiting for a caramel frappachino," I answered, emphasizing the word 'waiting.'

"I can get that for you right now," Harry said, waltzing right up to the cashier, while people moved out of his way.

"What size?" Harry shouted all the way back to me.

My cheeks immediately turned pink, not used to all the stares of the customers.

"Grande...please!" I called back.

I couldn't even watch Harry any longer, and found extreme fascination in my bangles instead.

"Here," Harry said, slightly nudging my arm with my frappachino, startling me.

"Thanks, you really shouldn't have," I said, meaning every word.

One Direction were full of a bunch of cute, talented boys, but they weren't my type. No matter if they got me a caramel frappachino or not.

"That's alright, my pleasure," Harry smiled, showing off his dimples. No wonder why everyone calls him the cheeky one.

"I have to go to work, but thanks again!" I smiled.

My "work" was really just going home and creating applications for certain jobs.

As an ex-spy, I haven't really had a normal job.

Despite the fact that I was 18 years old, I used to be fully equipped in fighting.

Being a spy isn't all about hiding behind buildings and taking pictures of wanted criminals. I used to go out and fight bad guys. I may look defenseless, but don't judge a book by its cover.

I needed to go home though. Those applications have a deadline, and I am really pushing it.

"Oh come on! Just take a little break, won't ya? I'll even call your boss. Maybe he'll give you a free pass when I tell him who's calling," Harry suggested.

I rolled my eyes at his arrogant comment. Did he really think I cared if he was famous? I'm not like all his other die hard fans. Sure I bought some of their songs on iTunes, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with them.

I rolled my eyes, and Harry chuckled.

"5 minutes. That's all." I replied, taking a sip of my caramel frappachino, trying to seem uninterested.

"That's all we need," Harry said, which confused me a bit, but I went along with it.

He led me to a table where the remaining 4 members of One Direction were seated.

"Guys, this is..." Harry trailed off, scrunching up his eyebrows. "I never did ask for your name, did I?" He asked.

"I don't think so," I laughed lightly. "My name's Marie. Marie Summers."

"Hello Marie! Sit down!" The boy I recognized as Louis, said cheerfully.

I sat down in an empty seat, and Harry plopped down next to me.

"So...you get this a lot, huh?" I asked, referring to all the people. I was just trying to make small talk.

"Definitely," Zayn laughed.

At least I knew who was who, right?

I laughed too, still reeling over the fact that I could capture so many people's attention, just by talking to One Direction.

I took another big sip of my drink, and sat back in my chair.

My vision blurred a bit.

I suddenly felt sick.

The kind of sick where all you want to do is curl up in a ball and take a nap.

What the hell?

"You don't look too good." Niall stated, on the other side of me.

"I don't feel too good either. I really have to be going home," I said, standing up, then nearly stumbling.

"I thought you had to go to work," Harry said, catching me in my lie.

"I think I may just call in sick instead," I made up, on the spot.

This was so weird. I had developed a headache in under a minute. I felt woozy and tired. My eyelids started drooping, and I began to panic that I wouldn't even be able to stay awake in a public place.

I went to walk towards the door, but I felt like I was moving in slow motion, just like a movie. My drink became too shaky in my hand.

What was wrong with me?

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A/N:

Hope ya like it!

Something irrelevant: today I went to the mall, and I bought a jacket, that looked really familiar. It really reminded me of Eleanor Calder, so I went on google images, and found out our jackets are REALLY similar.

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