As If Your Life Depended On It

What if you were hired to kill celebrities? For a lot of money that can help change your identity after each kill. Well that’s how Clover lived her life. She would change her name, but her parents always called her Clover. Oh, did I mention she worked for her parents’ agency, and she was diagnosed with cancer. Now I know it may seem strange to kill celebrities, but its only because the celebrities worked for SAOF (Secret Agents Of France), which they are after to kill us SAOE (Secret Agents of England), the agency Clovers parents own. Do you want to know more… well read it. {btw it does involve one direction}

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2. Painting on a blank canvas

Clover's POV

 I said goodbye to my dad(Simon) and walked inside with the lads. "So Scarlett is it?" one of them asked. "Im Liam," He said shaking my hand. I smiled at him.

"Yes, and nice to meet you," I said back.

"That's Harry, Louis, Zayn, and Niall the Irish one," Liam said with a wink. I chuckled.

"Well, it nice to meet all of you," I said giving each of them a hug. "So where is my room?" I asked curiously.

"Right this way Scarlett," Harry smiled. I nodded and followed him to my room. "Is this okay?" Harry asked.I walked in just a bit. I looked at him and gave him a peck on the check, its perfect," I said sitting on my bed. I looked at Harry and he looked flushed. Perfect.

"Well, dinner will be ready in an hour," He said before leaving.

"This is gonna be so easy," I chuckled laying back checking my phone. I sighed and saw a text from Rosie.

From Rosie~ I got a mission to get Josh Hutcherson to fall in love with me, lol, life is loving me right now.

I chuckled at how she just loves him so much.

To Rosie~ Lucky Ducky you are, Harry is to easy.

From Rosie~ Yeah, you said that last time, and you almost got killed!

I sighed and slid my phone into my pocket. I stood up and began to unpack. As I got to the second duffle bag I noticed a few weapons here and there. I smiled and placed them into my panties drawer. I then walked into my bathroom and took a look at myself.

"So different," I whispered taking my fingers through my hair. I stared at myself for a few moments before turning of the light and beginning to make my way downstairs. I slowly tiptoed listening to their conversation.

"I swear there is something weird about this girl," I heard a voice, which Im guessing is Louis. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Well I think she is sweet, I think Simon trusts us," Harry said. The poor kid doesn't know what Im really here for. I sighed and walked into the living room. "Ah Scarlett, how are you liking the place?" Harry asked.

"Its magnificent, oh and I should tell you that I have to work tomorrow so I will be gone," I said sitting next to Harry and Niall.

"Where do you work?" Louis asked. Shit shit shit! I smiled at him.

"Im an assistant at an office," I said crossing my arms. "It pays well, so I thought why not," I smirked. Now I know who to watch.

"Sounds interesting, but I think you would have more of a fun job," Zayn shrugged. I shook my head.

"Some people won't hire me," I said leaning forward, "But thats okay," I finished.

"So how does spaghetti dinner sound?" Harry asked standing up. I nodded. 

"Sounds yummy," I smiled. Harry walked into the kitchen and I was now left with the rest of the lads.

"So Scarlett, what do you do on your free time?" Niall asked. I thought for a moment.

"Paint, play piano, and Im a pretty good pastry chef," I said laughing.

"Wow, that's some interesting things," Zayn laughed. I shrugged.

"I guess you can label me weird," I chuckled. "But I think my favorite is painting," I said to Zayn. He stood up and grabbed my hand. He led me downstairs and into a room. Once he flickered the lights on, I was gob smacked.

"This is my painting room, I thought once you said painting, you would like to come down here and paint sometimes, its sound proof, so blast music as loud as you want, and do what ever you want," Zayn smiled.

"This is amazing, these paintings," I said running my hands along the walls.

"Yeah, when I get free time, I do like to spray paint the walls," Zayn said going into a little closet. He pulled out to easels and set them up. He placed two blank canvases on them and handed me a few brushes. "Would you like to paint with me while Harry makes dinner?" Zayn asked. 

"Sure," I smiled. I don't want him falling for me, but I don't want them to get suspicious. Zayn turned on some Ed Sheeran, which I do love his music. I took a deep breath before painting my feelings on the blank canvas that stares at me.

~~~~~

"Scar! Zayn! Dinner!" Harry yelled over the music. I turned to him and set my paint brush down. Zayn turned the music off and took his canvas hanging it up. He then walked over to mine and hung it up.

"Its magnificent, how did you think of such things?" Zayn asked as we walked upstairs. I shrugged.

"Its just how I feel," I smiled. Zayn frowned and brought me into a hug before we walked into the kitchen.

"Smells great Harry," I said sitting next to Zayn. He smiled and sat a plate infront of me and one in front of Zayn.

"Eat up," Harry said while sitting next to me.

~~~~~~~~~

After dinner I walked up stairs and pulled out my laptop. I quickly skyped Rosie.

Hey girl!~ Rosie

Hey, hows life at Josh's?~Clover

Pretty well, evidently my name is Lily, weird, whats yours?~ Rosie

Haha, I get it, cause of how your name is a flower, mine Scarlett, but, they keep calling me Scar~ Clover

I see, well, has any of the lads suspected anything?~ Rosie

Yeah,  Louis is curious, but Im hoping he will forget it~ Clover

Well, I got to go, its breakfast time here, and I know you need to get sleep, night Clover~ Rosie

Night Rosie~Clover

I shut my laptop and slid it under my bed. I got up and saw Louis standing in the door way. Oh Shit.

"What do you mean that Im getting suspicious," Louis asked walking into my room. I was speechless.

"Uh.. umm," I said looking around.

"Tell me the truth, and why are you called Clover by this Rosie chick," Louis said raising his voice. I shook my head.

"No no, Louis, you got suspicious of me as a person, and thats our nicknames for each other," I explained. He didn't believe me.

"So then what shouldn't I be suspicious of?" Louis questioned with anger. I sat there for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Simon adopted me, and my real parents were killed right in front of my eyes," I whispered as I let tears fall down my cheeks.

"Scar," he whispered. I looked up and saw him trying to get closer. This is my chance. I pushed him out of the way and ran. I ran down the stairs and out the door. I jogged for what seems like forever. Maybe this will get them off my back, and on Lou's.

 

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