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**


5. Being Ask to Dinner Again

I went down to the front door and before I opened it I took a deep breath. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. I knew I was being very stupid. I knew all these things, but guess what? I opened the fucking door and allowed the Bradford Bad Boy into my house. My house that is coded with weapons and equipment that would send all of London into a state of shock. 

"Hey," said Zayn as he entered my house with cool swagger. Ugh, I hate him. 

"Hi," I replied. He waited, like for me to say something. "Oh, upstairs. Second room on the left."

He went up the stairs and I followed him to my room. He picked up the curtain fabric still on the floor and reached for the screws that all have drifted to a corner of the room. I leaned against the wall watching him try to put the damn thing back together. Remember I said, 'try'. 

Ten minutes later he was still looking back from the wall to the curtain in his hands. 

"Forget it, Zayn," I said. "It's not worth it." 

"Thank God," he said as he dropped the curtain. "I have no fucking idea how to put the thing back together." 

I let a smile creep onto my lips. Oh this was bad. 

He turned around and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "So why are you really here Giselle?" 

"Work," I replied. Hey at least I was't lying. 

"In a costume?" He shot back. 

"Undercover boss," I say. "I make sure everything is running right." Never mind, I lie anyways. 

"The jeweler is a family-run business," he said and my smile faded as he caught me like a deer in headlights. 

"Whatever," I said as I turned around and walked back downstairs. 

"So I was wondering," he said behind me. 

I should have never let him in. Yep, Giselle you are a fucking mess. 

"Well stop wondering," I said before he could continue. 

"Why didn't we ever get together back in school?" He finished anyways over my obvious threat for him not to continue. "I mean I was popular. You were popular. We hung with the same crowd."

"You are still an obvious dick," I pointed out. 

"I was not," he shot back. "I just had...specifications."

"With every girl in Bradford? Zayn just go back to your boy band before your quiff deflates." What I said worried him and as we walked into the kitchen he stopped at the mirror to check his hair. "Same old Zayn." 

"Same bitchy Giselle." 

"I am not. I just have...specifications," I copied him from earlier. I turned on the stove, letting the kettle get hot for tea. He leaned against the counter, his arms flexed as he held onto the counter. Damn, how I wanted to run my tongue up his--shut up, Giselle. 

"So what have you really been doing since school?" 

"I told you. Work." 

"Where do you work?"

"Why do you care?" I shot back at him as held his hands up in surrender.

"I'm just curious what the queen of the school formal has been up too," he said.

"That's none of you business. I don't care how many girls you sleep with while on tour or if your cigarette count has gone up." 

"To think of it," he begun. "You were one of the few girls to share one or two with me." 

"Not anymore, Malik. Thanks for almost helping me," I started as I walked to the front door. I opened the door and held my arm out, showing him the way, "But I really think you should be on your way." 

"If you insist," he smirked and as I about to close the door he stopped it with his foot. "I would really love though if we could continue our dinner plans tonight."

"We're no where close to Skylon," I stated the obvious. 

"No we'll go to Kipling's," he said. 

"You won't let this go will you?" I questioned. 

"You honestly think I would?" Nope. 

"Fine," I said finally giving in. "Eight o' clock."

"Tonight?" He looked startled. 

"Yea, or isn't that enough time for you to put all that hairspray in your hair?" 

"Very funny," he sarcastically laughed. "Eight." 

"Fine," I said.

"Alright," he said back as he turned and walked back to his face, but first turning back with a wide smile on his face. 

I rolled my eyes once more than closed the door. "Giselle congratulations," I cursed myself. "You officially have a date with Zayn Malik. Headquarters is so going to kill me." 

Thanks for being patient! Today was soo busy! 

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Much love, Morgan xx

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