I was kicked out of home on my eighteenth birthday, with nothing but the clothes I was wearing. My parents didn't like the idea of me making my own choices and becoming a bodyguard; they wanted me to work for them, and become a lawyer. I haven't spoken to my parents since.
One year later, I'm going for a job interview to be some famous person's bodyguard, who happens to be Louis Tomlinson.
We are always arguing and annoying each other but we have to learn to get along as we don't want anyone getting hurt; or worse, killed.


2. Chapter One

Chapter One: Guys dig girls in leather


I hop out of the taxi, not bothering to thank the rude driver, and hand him the money, annoyed. This taxi driver sucks at his job. He got ‘lost’ on his way here, making me late and making me have to pay more than I should because he had to stop for directions and left the car running. I had told him to just use the GPS on the dashboard but he had said in a monotone voice, “It’s broken.”

Broken my ass.

With a huff, I walk over to the front doors of the very large, fancy old building. I’m about to walk through the revolving door, but a large guy in a suit stops me. “I’m going to need your ID.” He says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I roll my eyes and slide my backpack off my shoulders pulling out my ID. Seriously, what underage idiot would sneak into this ancient building? “Here.”

The man inspects the card before nodding, “You’re right to go in.”

I thank him half-heartedly and walk through the confusing doors.

After speaking to the blonde-lady at the desk, a man that looks to be around forty, leads me to the elevator. Like most fancy and expensive buildings, the elevator has boring opera music playing. I sarcastically start bopping my head to the music, “This is my jam, man.” I tell the man –Tim, I read his nametag- after he gives me a weird look.

I laugh silently as the elevator doors open and Tim walks out.

“So how long have you been working here, Tim?” I make small talk; while he leads me to the room I’m meant to be meeting my next ‘client’ in.

You see I’m here for a new job. I’m a bodyguard and my latest client is a famous twenty-one-year-old boy, who has lately been getting threats from unknown bad-guys who have guns. I’m pretty good at my job, I guess. I’m a black belt in karate and I know how to use a gun. Though, those aren’t the only things you need to be a good bodyguard; especially if the person you are guarding is famous.

“I have been working here for fifteen years.” Tim answers my question, turning around slightly to look at me.

I nod my head, “cool.” What I’m actually thinking is, ‘what a boring fifteen years of your life wasted.’

Tim stops at a large white door with the name Melissa on it. Ah, Melissa, the lady I spent an hour talking to on the phone a week ago.

Tim knocks on the door, before wishing me good luck and wonders off down the hall.

“Come in!” I recognise, Melissa’s high-pitched voice. 

I take a deep breath, and open the door. I’m surprised when I see the two people sitting at a large table.

Unlike I expected Melissa isn’t an overweight, redheaded short lady. She is pretty much the opposite with black, greying hair and a tall, lean build. She looks younger than I thought she would too.

But that isn’t what surprises me most; it’s the boy sitting across from her. Louis Tomlinson. I almost gasp, but I hold it in. I can’t believe after almost a year, I’m seeing him again.

Louis stares at me as I walk over to the table. I can tell he recognises me, just doesn’t know where from.

I smile once I reach the two, “Hey, I’m Jordan Hill.”

“Jordan, darling! It’s nice to finally meet you.” Melissa stands up, pulling me in for a hug, kissing the air on both sides of my face. Weird.

I laugh awkwardly, not so subtly pushing her off me. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

I glance over at Louis, who is still staring at me curiously. I met Louis about a year ago, and he helped me when I was in need. I have adored him ever since.

“Louis, I’d like you to meet your new bodyguard.” Melissa introduces myself to Louis. I’m expecting him to say something like, ‘Hello, I’m Louis. Have we met before?’ or even ‘It’s nice to meet you.’ But no, the words that come out of his mouth shock me and fill me with anger.

She’s my bodyguard. But, she’s a girl. I can’t have girl as my bodyguard, girls are weak.” He says in disgust, eyeing me up and down. “And look at what she’s wearing!”

I glance down at my outfit. I’m wearing skinny jeans, a white T-shirt and a leather jacket; this is good compared to what I usually wear. I then glare at him. Who does he think he is, judging my ability to look after him because of my gender and insulting my outfit choice? I suddenly, don’t adore him so much and can’t help but defend myself.

“I beg your pardon? I am just as good as a boy at my job as they are. If not, I’m better! I have worked so hard to be in the position I’m in now and I’m not going to let you talk about me like that! So shut up, and don’t be an ass hole. Oh, and also guys dig girls that wear leather.” I ramble, smiling triumphantly when I’m finished.

Louis stays silent, and looks away from me.

What a stuck up, jerk.

“Now, I hope you two will learn to get along because I have made my decision.” Melissa states, taking a seat and I follow suit. Dumping my backpack on the ground next to me.

For the next few hours, Melissa explains everything that I will have to do.

“You will be with Louis twenty-four-seven until we have caught the bad guys. Wherever Louis goes, you go. You will be living with Louis from now on, so people are going to get suspicious and ask if you are dating and I want you to tell them you are. You are to not tell anyone that you are Louis’ bodyguard, not even your family.” Melissa lists off. I nod my head unconsciously, bored. But my ears perk up when she says I have to tell people that Louis and I are dating.

“Not happening.” I say. “I’m not going to pretend to date him.” I say, having a new hatred for him after what he said earlier. I almost slap him at the memory.

Louis suddenly looks interested –and hurt, may I add. “Why wouldn’t you want to date me? Millions of girls want me.” Louis says, motioning at his body cockily.

Melissa is about to say something, obviously to stop us from starting an argument but I beat her to it.

I pretend to gag, “Yeah, millions of girls. But I happen to be the majority of girls that don’t. Not everyone is in love with you.” I state, crossing my arms. I’m sure that if I hadn’t had met Louis today; that I would love to fake date him. But after he insulted me, I refuse. Call me insecure, if you must.

“Melissa can we hire a different person to be my bodyguard –someone more attractive. I don’t want to be seen with her.” Louis tries to insult me, smirking.

I’m about to reply with some snide remark, but Melissa stops me. “Shut it! Both of you!”

I shut my mouth, obeying Melissa. Hey, that lady is scary when she yells.

“Good.” Melissa says, once Louis and I are quiet. “Now, I don’t care what you say, Jordan but you have signed a contract, saying you will do all of these. Unless you want to be heavily find, you must do so.” Melissa threats. I open my mouth to protest, but close it again. I can’t afford going to court.

Damn! I should have actually read the contract I was given. Who knows, I could’ve have signed a sheet saying they were allowed to eat me alive.

Louis snickers, poking his tongue out at me.

“As for you,” Melissa glares at Louis, causing him to put his tongue back inside his mouth. “Jordan has been recommended by many people including the head of the police force, so unless you want to be killed by the people that are after you I suggest you do as I say.

I smirk at a silent Louis.

“You two may leave now.”

I stand up, and grab my backpack and start walking towards the door. I turn around suddenly, needing to ask Melissa a question only to crash into Louis. “Watch where you’re going, clumsy.” Louis, growls.

I don’t say anything; just stick my leg out casually, causing Louis to trip. I laugh and turn to Melissa. “When do I begin?” I ask, as if I hadn’t just tripped someone. I hear Louis mutter a cuss word, involving my name.

“Tomorrow, so make sure you have all your clothes packed because a man will be at your apartment to pick you up at 8 o’clock to take you to Louis.”

I nod my head, “Okay, thanks.” I say, before walking past Louis who is still trying to pick himself up. I laugh, yelling behind my shoulder, “I’ll see you tomorrow, boyfriend!”  



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