Baise-Moi.

I know fifteen languages, I have twenty-seven identities, and know how to kill a man thirty-two different ways with my bare hands. So how did I run into you? How out of all six billion people in the world did we cross paths? You know me from school, I know you for being in One Direction. So leave me when you can, Zayn Malik, because I'm the world's most wanted secret agent and I'm only nineteen. But before you go, I want you to kiss me but I need you to Baise-Moi.

*Ages +15* **Some words are in French, you can use Google Translate for translation purposes**

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32. Baise Moi

"Giselle!" I heard a voice yell behind me, calling my name. I have made it a good distance down the near empty street when I heard him. 

I stopped and turned around, my arms crossed over my chest. I waited for him, as he ran closer and closer towards me. 

"Please tell me he's lying," said Zayn as he tried to catch his breath. "Tell me you aren't leaving." 

I could feel the tears appearing in my eyes, "It's true." 

It was like the oxygen was sucked from the air as he breathed, "You can't leave me. Not now. Not again."

"Zayn," but I couldn't finish as the tears willingly fell from my eyes. In some type of miracle I was able to clear my throat and mutter, "They need me more." 

I could feel a drop of water appear on the tip of my nose and I thought that Zayn had to begin to cry and due to our close proximity one of his tear drops stopped on my skin. I was wrong, and soon we were stuck in the rain. I should've seen it coming, the weather matching my mood. 

The rain came down, blending into my skin, covering my own tears. 

"Come here," said Zayn as he reached for my hand. I placed my small hand on his big palm as he opened the black car door that belonged to the agency. 

He let me inside first, my wet hair sticking to my cheek, my neck, but I didn't care as he slid into the seat next to mine. He closed the door, the heavy tinted windows separating us from the outside world. The sound proof walls, leaving only a faint sound of heavy raindrops landing on the roof. 

"I'm sorry--," I started, but he stopped me.

"What was your mission? Why did you set up the London Headquarters with the diamond? Why did you do any of this?"

I sucked in a breath not expecting him to ask this question. "I--I," I was stuttering, but I stopped and looked up into his eyes about to let my words gush from my mouth. "I set up the decoy so I could go home to Bradford. I knew you were on a small vacation from your band and I wanted to talk to you. It was the only way. I asked Rosalind to keep her ideas flowing, kidnapping, shooting, etcetera. So Simon believed I was doing something productive, but in reality I just--I...."

"You just what?" He pushed further.

"I wanted to tell you that I was sorry about our past. We were stupid, and I know I treated you badly. Everything was my fault."

"It was the past," he whispered. "I don't care anymore." 

"No, you don't understand," I started. "I wanted you so bad. I still do."

He swallowed as his eyes drifted down to my lips and then returned to my eyes. "I'll come with you."

"No," I said quickly. "That's exactly why I regret ever doing this mission. I never think rationally." 

"You can't expect me to just walk away from you."

"But Zayn I want you too," I reached for his hand and held it tight next to my heart. "My life is dangerous, I could kiss you one morning at breakfast and then you could be setting up my funeral before dinner. I can't let you worry like that."

"Without you, I will worry."

"Please," I begged. "Forget me. Leave me."

I leaned my forehead on his. "You can't expect me too."

"Then pretend," I started. "We fell in love in this pathetic, hopeless place where lovers get hurt."

"There's nothing to remind you of me," he shut his eyes.

"There will always be the memories," I corrected him. 

"No, there's nothing for you to hold on, to let you know that I will always be waiting for you."

"Zayn--," but he cut me off.

"I will wait, Giselle. I will."

"Oh God," I breathed, "please don't make me any promises." I looked up into his now open eyes. 

"Stop telling me what to do," he muttered and without any intention or warning he placed his lips on mine. His mouth molding to mine as he pulled me tight. It might as well be our last kiss, our last final time together. He pulled away for just a second as he begged me, "Please." 

He could be asking me to stay here, to not leave, forget the agency and be with him. I had different motives. If this was going to be our last time, which I hoped to God it wouldn't be, but if it was I needed it to last. I needed his touch to survive on my skin until we reconnected in the future. 

I placed my palm on the side of his face, our eyes pulling each other closer as I whispered just above his lips. "Fuck me, please." I knew I sounded like I was begging and I was. I wanted him, needed him here with me for just right now, needing him inside of me for what could be the last time. 

His eyes drank in my desire as he pushed me down on the back seat. Our fingers hungry to touch soft skin and quickly he pulled my fitted black tee shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor of the car. I let my fingertips run up his hard stomach and soon he pulled off his own shirt with one hand. 

His lips collided with the base of my neck right above my collarbone as my toes dug into his ankles. I arched my neck as I sucked in the already warm air through my lips. He nibbled on my skin as my grasp on his shoulder became tighter. 

"Please don't make me wait," I whisper breathlessly as he teased my skin with his tongue. 

"Whatever you say, babe," he whispered huskily into my ear, sending shivers down my back. "I'll need your help though."

I knew what he was talking about as he supported himself above me. I ran my fingers down his stomach and then to his belt buckle. I undid it quickly, both our eyes looking down at my work as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. I used my fingers and glided his jeans and boxers down and off his soft skin. 

My jeans were next and I arched my back to equally undress myself. I then placed my arms around Zayn's neck as I gently closed my eyes.

"Look at me," he muttered. I felt his hard tip against my entrance. 

It was like my first time all over again. Knowing I might never see Zayn again frightened me and therefore my body was tense, afraid. 

I opened my eyes and looked into his dark orbs. As soon as we connected, he entered me, making the oxygen leave my body. 

I groaned as he kept himself inside of me, letting me adjust to him. I could feel he was about to move but I spread my hands over his bum, stopping him.

"Slow," I muttered. "Make it last." 

He lowered his face into my neck, his breathing uneven as he slowly started to pump himself in and out of me. 

"This is excruciating," he breathed. "I can't--."

I couldn't reply as he quickly slammed hard inside of me, causing my head to fall back. I moaned loudly as his breath shuttered against my jaw.

"Sorry--," he started to mutter, but I stopped him.

"Fuck it," I breathed. "Keep going." 

Soon his pace increased, we were both unable to keep the slow movements flowing. Instead we moaned, stuttered, and breathed sweet nothings into the warm sticky air until we were wasted. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Car's here!" Alessandra yelled throughout the house. 

It had only been an hour since Zayn and I escaped to my agency-owned car, and now he leaned against my door frame as he watched me pack my luggage. I was finally finished and zipped it shut before I looked up at him. I noticed his tee shirt was wrinkled, probably from laying on the bottom of the car floor, and that his jeans were still undone. The black of his boxers visible, I looked away. 

I pulled my luggage off my bed and headed towards the door. Without speaking, he let me pass and I continued to walk down the stairs, knowing he was following me. I handed my luggage off to Rosalind as she walked outside to place it in the car Simon has sent for us.

We said our goodbyes to Simon only ten minutes ago, and from here on out we would be on our own again. We would receive our new mission. I would leave all of this behind me to only return in maybe ten years, maybe more. 

It hurt just to think about it, but I forced a smile on my lips as I hugged each of the boys starting with Liam. I continued down the line until I reached Harry. 

"You make the London Headquarters workable, Secret Agent Styles," I smiled. "I'm sure Simon has already given you your duties." 

"We as a band have never heard or seen you before in our lives," said Harry.

I could feel Zayn's sadness as Harry's quoted Simon's words. They were supposed to act like we never existed and maybe one day they would forget us completely. I would hope.

I looked up at Zayn, the very last boy to say goodbye too. "I'll miss you," I said to him. 

"I wish this was different," he muttered. 

"I know, but we can never have the good things in life, can we?" I squeezed his upper arm, before looking back at all the boys. "I will miss all of you. This has been an interesting mission, but just like every secret agent I must leave. I have to allow things to go back to normal, and therefore I hope to never see any of you again," of course I was lying, but I had to make them believe it was true. "I don't know you as much as you never saw me. We are again strangers, and that's how our relationship will stay." 

"Giselle!" Vera called for me from the back seat of the car. 

"I love you," I said to the boys, and then looked back at Zayn. "I love you," I repeated to him, afterwards heading for the door and bringing myself to sit in the seat next to Vera. 

I closed the door and watched the boys pile outside onto the front porch. The car started and as the girls started to converse on what possible place we would be going next I stayed connected to my thoughts. 

The car was on the street, making it's way to the city. I couldn't do this, how could I?

"Stop," I said to the driver.

"What?" Vera asked.

"Everything alright, Giselle?" Rosalind asked me.

"Stop the car," I repeated.

"Stop," said Alessandra from the front seat and to the driver. 

I felt the car stop and I pushed the door open.

"Giselle!" Vera called after me. "Should we--."

"No," said Rosalind. "Let her go, but let's watch." 

I ran on the dark pavement of the street back to the house and saw Zayn walking off the porch, onto the sidewalk, and then on the street in front of me. I sped up and when I got close enough jumped into his arms. He held me, carried me as I placed my lips over his. 

"I love you," he muttered against my lips. 

After moments he placed me down on the ground, and I looked up at him. "No matter what, no matter where I go remember that I will always will be there with you." I knew that what I was about to say next could get me fired, killed even, but I didn't care. Simon told me where the girls and I were going for our next mission for this very reason. He wants Zayn to find me. "Always look at the sunset and I'll be there watching it with you, every night." 

He looked at me, first with confusion and then amazement. Maybe he knows what I'm talking about, or maybe he just thinks it's some sappy way to remember each other by and to know we are both doing the same thing at the same time. If he was smart he would think further into my wish for him. 

I guess I would have to find out if he ever does find me.

"Dosvedanya do zakata" I spoke to him. 

"What does that mean?" He asked me confused. 

Instead I backed away from him with a smile on my lips. "You just spent the last month with a secret agent, I think you can figure it out." 

His smile widened, "See you soon?"

"I don't know, I move pretty fast."

"Then I guess I better hurry." 

I smiled and nodded before I reentered the car I just exited. The door closed and I watched the other girls turn back in their seats. 

"Was he your mission?" Alessandra asked me.

I nodded, "He's an unfinished mission," I replied. "Alright, driver take us to the airport."

"You know where we're going?" Vera asked me. 

"Yes," I said. "I know exactly where we are going." 

The End. 

Epilogue will be uploaded tomorrow :)

love you and goodnight, Morgan xx

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