CHAPTER 23…

ANGIES POV

3 WEEKS LATER

“Angie! Angie! Angie!” I heard Niall yell.

“Yes Mr. Horan?” I asked.

“Somebody found our flier, and claims to be your brothers boss!”

“WHAT?! No way!!!” I screamed.

“But it is! We are invited to go to their office on Saturday and see him!”

“Where?” I asked jumping up and down.

“Uhh…” Niall said looking at the email on his phone “California.”

“That’s like 12 hours from here, and it’s already Friday!! We have to go Niall!”

“Oh shit! Ok it’s 7:30pm and we need to be there at 8:00 am, that’s in 12 and a half hours…We have to go! Pack some stuff and meet me in the tour bus at 7:45. It takes 15 minutes to get to our private jet. Now go!” He yelled.

I ran upstairs and basically packed all of my clothes and well, everything else. I then ran onto the tour bus that was behind the building to find Niall on his phone.

“Take us to the jet.” I said to the driver. “And step on it!”

Then I sat down and listened to Niall on the phone.

“Yes when you can you be at the jet Mike?”

I knew Mike was the name of the Jet pilot. Yippie! I am so excited, and nervous.

“10 minutes. Great.” I heard Niall say.

“Yes we need to go to LAX.”

“I’ll explain later.”

“Mhhm. Thanks so much. See you in a few.” Then Niall ended the call.

“I am so excited!” I squealed.

“Me too babe.” And then Niall gave me a big hug.

When we got to the jet, Mike was already there, so we threw our bags in, and took a seat in the comfy chairs and relaxed.

“Time?” I asked.

“7:58.” Niall said.

“Perfect.”

Niall and I talked about ourselves, getting to know each other until it was midnight.

“We should try to get some sleep Angie. Big day tomorrow.” Niall said.

I nodded, and cuddled up close to him. Right as we were about to drift into a pleasant sleep, my phone rang. It was Louis.

“Hello?” I said in a groggy voice.

“WHERE ARE YOU AND NIALLER?”

I guess we forgot to tell them where we were going. “The jet.” I said.

“Going where?” He asked.

I laughed and then said “Hollywood. Why?”

“Why are you going on an unplanned trip to Hollywood? When will you be back? Why didn’t you tell any of us you were leaving? And most importantly, why wasn’t I invited?”

“Jeez Dad, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” I joked.

“Well it is! Answer my questions!”

“Because I felt like it, I am not sure, I didn’t care, and because you would’ve been a party pooper. GOODNIGHT!” I hung up the phone and Niall and I had a laughing fit, and then I feel fast asleep in his arms.

“Angie we’re here! Let’s go.” I heard Niall say.

I sat straight up and grabbed my stuff, and darted off of the jet. “Thanks Mike!” I yelled on my out.

“No problem.” He said.

I felt bad, he must be so tired.

“Okay so his boss said he would be here to pick us up at 8:00 am and it is…7:57.” Niall said.

We looked around and then I spotted a short stump, nice looking mad holding a sign that read “Niall and Angie.”

“Over there Niall!”

We grabbed our stuff and walked over to him.

“Hi I am Angie, and this is Niall.” I said.

“Ahhh! So your Matthews long lost twin?” He asked.

“Yep! I am so excited to see him. It has been 6 years.” I exclaimed.

“Well we’re about 5 minutes away from the office, so why don’t we get going? I have a limo outside that he sent for you.”

“Perfect.” Niall said.

When we were inside the limo I asked “What exactly does Matthew do for a living?”

“Why don’t I let him tell you.”

“Okay.” I said a little nervous.

The limo stopped in front of a huge black square building. “Let’s go, the limo driver will drop your things off at the hotel your brother has arranged for you to stay at.” The short fat man said.

Niall and I walked out of the limo and he grabbed my hand. “Nervous?” He asked.

“Only a lot.” I said shaking.

“Right this way.” The man said.

I turned the corner and saw a long black desk with tons of computers and weird technology on it. The chair spun around and there sat a familiar looking person wearing a classy suit and tie with a blue tooth in.

“I have to go!” The man said talking in his device.

He stood up and walked towards me. There was an awkward silence before I said “Matthew?”

“Who is?” He asked the short fat man.

I now guessed that this was a surprise that I was here.

“Matthew, this is your twin, Angie.” Then the man walked away, grabbing Niall’s arm. Leaving me alone with him.

“Angie is that really you?” He asked softer.

“Yes.” I said starting to cry.

He pulled me in for a tight hug and said “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

I had so many questions for him, and I am sure he had many for me. But he started off with a question that I wasn’t expecting. “Angie is that boy with you Niall Horan?”

“Yes why?”

“Thank you!” He yelled.

“Why?” I asked curiously.

“You just made my job so much easier.” He responded grinning.

He walked over to his computers and started typing a bunch of stuff.

“What exactly do you do?” I asked.

His response was cold, and shocking. A response that I would never forget, and would change my life forever “I am a spy, and assassin.”