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.


3. Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Maybe if I find a rock I can throw it at a window…


“See you when I get back, Jo!” I bid goodbye to my receptionist. I told him that I am going away and I’m not sure when I’m going to be back, but I told him I would be back in at least two months to check up on everything.

“Good luck Jordan! Be safe.” He says, causing me to chuckle.

“You know me.” I smirk, before walking out of the building. Be safe, yeah right.

Like Melissa said, there was a man in a black car to pick me up at exactly eight. I made sure to give him the very little stuff I packed -which was mainly clothes- and then took my time saying goodbye to Jo.

I smile cheekily when the driver gives me an annoyed glare. Lets just say, it is now eight thirty. I told you I took my time!

“Hi, I’m Jordan!” I cheerily say, grinning.

The man rolls his eyes, “I’m Jackson, and I’ll be driving you around whenever you need.” He says, and puts his hand out for me to shake.

I don’t stop grinning as I take his hand, “Nice to meet you Jackson. I think we are going to get along really well!”

Jackson seems cool, he didn’t rush me with my goodbye and he still smiled after I delayed the trip by half an hour.

As I sit down in the passenger seat while Jackson starts the car, I take this time to get a good look at him. He seems to be in his late twenties, with dark brown shaggy hair, tan skin and blue eyes.

After about half an hour of just sitting in the car and looking out the window, I finally realise I’m bored.

“Jackson?” I ask.

Jackson doesn’t take his eyes off the road, but nods his head slowly.

“How much longer until we get to Louis’ house?” I ask, trying to sound not interested when in reality, I want to stand up and do a cartwheel or something.

Jackson chuckles, pulling into a wealthy-looking street. “I’d say about thirty seconds.”

I mentally fist-pump and begin counting down the time with my iPhone. 30, 29, 28, 27…

We pass a few white and large modern houses that all look the same. As we reach the end of the lane, I see five massive houses all in a row. They look similar, but you can see the small differences.

Jackson slows down and turns into the third house-from-the-left’s driveway. He has to stop in front of the gate and speak to someone through the microphone thing, but I don’t pay much attention. I’m too busy checking out the house that I guess is Louis’. The house is fully white with a flat roof, and large windows.

Jackson drives through the now open gates and pulls to a stop outside the driveway.

I step out of the car, not bothering to let Jackson open the door for me, like he did earlier and stare at the house in awe. I’m actually going to be living here!

I jump up and down in excitement and remember something. I pull out my phone and read that it has been twenty-seven seconds.

I smirk, “Hey Jackson, guess what?” I ask my driver who is at the moment grabbing my luggage and walking it to the front door.

He turns around just as he sits my first and only suitcase on the ground. “What?” he asks.

“You were wrong! It didn’t take us thirty seconds it took us twenty-seven! Hah!” I tease him, laughing.

Jackson rolls his eyes, “Are you coming or what?”

I don’t hesitate to run over to the large grey door and open it. Only it’s locked. I knock on the door once or twice; I even ring the doorbell. But nobody answers.

The jerk isn’t opening the door.

I notice a small piece of paper sticky-taped to the door. I read it: Have fun trying to get in. I’m not opening the door :)


I quickly rip the letter from the door and scrunch it in the palm of my hand. I turn around and smile sweetly at Jackson. “You can go now Jack. I’ll find my way in. Thank you for the lift!”

“Jack?” he asks, referring to his new nickname. I only smile and wave him off.

“Bye Jack!” I wave wildly as he walks away.

When I’m sure he isn’t looking my way and is concentrated on driving, I quickly run off with my suitcase, ready to find a way in.

I first check the back door, but the bugger locked it. I must give him points on his backyard though. It is like a kids playground back here! There’s a pool with a waterslide, a trampoline, a cubby house in one of the nearby trees and a spa. I also find to gates, leading to the backyard of the houses next door.

I think I’m going to like it here.

I snap out of my thoughts and go back to finding a way in. I check the windows next, but they are all closed too.

I pout, looking around the backyard one more. Maybe if I find a rock I could throw it at a window…

I find something –not a rock- but a flying fox from the cubby house to a balcony. The balcony door is closed, but it might not be locked.

I decide to take the chance and use the flying fox.

I ditch my suitcase and climb up the rope ladder to the top and reach the cubby house.

Inside, it is painted in blue, green, orange and yellow. There are pictures of Louis and his band mates hanging up and also some others of him and his family.

I don’t waste too much time looking at the photos because I really want to get in the house.

I walk over to the massive whole in the wall and grip the flying fox tightly, not wanting to accidentally slip, and without a second thought, I leap forward and glide through the air.

I smile widely as I fly through the air, loving the feeling.

The ride ends too quickly and before I know it, I’m standing on the balcony looking out over the backyard.

I turn the handle on the door and to my surprise and utter luck –wait, let me rephrase that- to Louis’ stupidity, the door isn’t locked and opens silently.

I fist pump and do a small happy dance.

When I’ve had my moment, I look around the room that I’m guessing is Louis’. It isn’t as big as I thought it would be, but still big. Clothes cover the floor and the big blue, king-sized bed. The bed is placed in the centre of the room, with two bedside tables on each side. There is a TV on the wall in front of the bed and a dresser beneath. On the wall furthest away is a door that is open is a walk in closet that leads to a bathroom.

I scrunch my nose and walk out the bedroom door, I think. I open the door and find myself at the end of a long hallway; I thought correctly.

I wonder down the hallway, like I own the place and hear the faint noise of a television playing. I decide to follow it, figuring that is where Louis is.

I walk down the hallway, down the stairs and turn right into a room with a large couch, beanbags, a massive flat screen TV and several game consoles.

Louis is sitting on the couch facing away from me and at the TV.

I smirk, and creep up behind him. I purposely start breathing heavier above his head, hoping to creep the douche’ nugget out.

Louis jumps, turning around quickly with a loud scream. “What the hell?! How’d you get in?”

I burst out laughing at the boy who I just scared the living daylights out of and pat his head, messing up his hair. Louis glares at me, and fixes his hair making me laugh a little more.

“You left your balcony door open idiot.” I say bluntly and flick him on the forehead. 




Hello everyone! 

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I'd just like to thank you all for reading my story, I'm enjoying writing the chapters and it's great knowing that you guys enjoy them too! 

If you have any tips or ideas, please just let me know in the comments. I'm still a new writer so help is welcome :) 

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