(Hey guys, here's part 7)
Y/N POV:
All I could remember last night was crying myself to sleep then a warm presence laid next to me, wrapping its self around me. I felt at peace, like I was in a dream and when I woke up I saw two eyes shut. I sat myself up to get a better view of who was lying next to me, it was JACOB! I shook him to wake him up and he sprang up.
"I can explain…" He began "once I got back to the train I saw you and it appeared that you looked like you were crying, so I tried to comfort you."
There was a moment silence before I spoke up "I was crying." I sighed and continued "Remember yesterday when I said to you about doing something with my father?"
He nodded his head "Well me and him went to the cemetery…. To see my mum."
"Oh."
"She died when I was 7, and I guess I never truly got over it nor my father."
I sat back down and put my head in my hands "My mum died in childbirth to me and Evie, we went to live with our grandmother before we both started our training with our father." He sighed "Hey, how about you come along with me on a mission, to you know, get your mind off of it." He said with a soothing smile.
A sent a smile his way and agreed to his offer and off we went to Parliament.
"What's this nonsense about needing a password to see Lord Cardigan today?"
"Relax. I've got it in my pocket." A Minister said.
"Look sharp, men. Allow on one past unless I authorize them." Head of police spoke.
"Cardigan has gone too far this time! I've a mind to contract Scotland Yard myself." Said a Politician.
"Come now, gentlemen, I thought us united in opposition against this perfidious law." Cardigan said to a group of men.
After me and Jacob got into Parliament and up to the door Cardigan Is behind, Jacob knocked on the door.
"Password?"
"Balaclava"
"Come in." And as he said that, Jacob stab him with his hidden blade then slowly dropping him to the floor. I then shut the door so Jacob could assassinate Cardigan, who thought he was Minister Hacker.
"Ah, Minister Hacker. One moment. Dashed paperwork will be the death of us, wot? Give me a stout horse and a sabre and I'd have this government running as smoothly as Henley Regatta, but needs must and all that. Let's see… sign here… Now then, lets discuss this like- good God! Who the bloody hel—"
"Oh, shut up." He then sliced Cardigan and let him speak his last words "What a prick!
"Haha yes, he was quite… um… prideful." I laugh then spoke while leaving Parliament.
"Race you to the top of Big Ben." I said then ran ahead, giving me a head start. But of course, I won.
When Jacob got to the top, we both sat down, trying to catch his breath.
"I must admit; the view is breath-taking."
"Yes, it is." He said while looking at me, making me blush and turn my head away.
"Y/N…"
"Yes?"
"I think there is something you should know.."
"Ok….what is it?"
"From the day that I met you, I knew that I would like you till the day I die. Every breath that you take to every glace you give me then shyly look away. And everytime that when you get nervous you bite your lip like you're doing now. I like you Y/N, in a like-like way. So I was wondering… could I take you out on a date?"
When he said all those things my heart felt like it was about to explode with happiness along with love and lust. I agreed but wondered if my father would accept it. "But will my father allow you?"
"I'll ask him tomorrow. Give me a chance to meet him properly."
"Agreed."
Our hands then slowly touched each other and we both stared into each other's eyes. It was getting late so I pecked his cheek and said "I'll see you tomorrow, Jacob" giving him a wink then leaped of faith off of Big Ben, ran back to my fathers house and too excited to sleep.
(aw love this part. I'll update soon xx)
