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**


15. Code Name: Zap

"I can't believe you're dragging me onto another plane," complained Zayn. "What about my car?" 

"I'll get it sent to London," I said. 

"By who? Those agents/spies who will probably end up in some karate, gun shooting, knife stabbing accident and destroy my car? No I don't think so."

"Grow up, Zayn," I looked up at him after zipping my luggage shut. 


I looked up at him and noticed that he was in fact pissed off. I stood beside him and placed my index finger by his ear drawing down to his bottom lip as he turned his head towards me. 

"You still want to be with a secret agent?" I whispered. 

He swallowed as he looked from my lips to my eyes. "Yes." 

He moved closer to me and our lips almost touched, almost, "You need to calm down then." I smiled and then pulled away.

"You are such a tease," he muttered in his husky voice. 

I pulled my suitcase onto the floor, releasing the handle. "Nah, I just know how to play all the right moves." 

He stared at me, like I could hear him growl under his breath as I left the room, suitcase in hand. 


"Holy fuck," said Harry. Zayn punched him in the arm. Since I saw them all on the television I have memorized all of them. Harry's comment was obviously towards me, because as they sat in front of me I was in my skin tight outfit. 

That's right: skin tight. I couldn't help it, it was headquarter protocol and it wasn't my fault that it showed off every curve on my body. 

We were all in a room held up by windows, allowing us to see out the conference room. Agents walked past us, keeping busy.

"Pay attention," said Red. "They all get distracted so easily," he said to me. 

"I can see that," I said as I crossed my arms. "Alright, boys!" 

They stopped and looked at me--well stared at me. 

"I'm Giselle Claudeta and you will call me Ella when I'm undercover nothing more, nothing less. You will NOT say my last name or you risk yourself in getting shot, stabbed or kidnapped." I stopped for a dramatic affect and with a small smile, "Now none of that will happen, because 1) you will follow orders and 2) I'm good at my job. Do not act like you know what's best, because ninety-nine percent of the time your way is wrong."

"This is like military training," muttered Louis. 

"No it's far worse. Here you can and probably will get killed." That made them quiet their smart comments. "I'm here for your protection, even though I don't wish to be." 

"We have Paul," said Liam. 

"Paul?" I looked at Red. 

"Bodyguard," he replied. 

"Ah," I looked back at them. "Boys get this straight I'm not a bodyguard. I'll never be a bodyguard unless I tell you otherwise. You will NOT tell anyone that I'm a spy--or secret agent. Right now if anyone asks, this includes magazines, fans, or any paparazzi: I'm Zayn's girlfriend." 

"You want to do this mate?" Liam asked him. 

"Oh hell. What's wrong now?" I ask them all. 

"I split from my girlfriend a month ago. I wasn't sure if I was ready for another girl," said Zayn.

"Really? The other night--never mind. I'm not your real girlfriend it's just a cover story. I'm guessing, Red, you have already contacted management?"

"Of course."

"Great," I continued. "We'll all be staying in the same flat provided by headquarters. We'll be heading there now, and I'm sure all your clothing, shoes, accessories are already there."

"Who are you protecting us from?" Niall asked. 

I counted off my fingers, "France, Russia, and America."

"Countries?" Niall asked back. 

"Yes, they're all after the diamond." I picked up a remote and turned on the overhead television which showed pictures of the diamond. 

"What's so important about this diamond?" 

"It's not a mineral diamond like what you find in the ground. This diamond was made all by human hands and it's goal? Nuclear war."

"WHAT?!" They all screamed at once. 

"This diamond--at the right temperature--can explode an entire continent into non-existence." 

"And it's in Zayn's ear?" Louis questioned as they all looked at Zayn.

"I'm not feeling so good," said Harry. 

"No one will get hurt and Harry I swear if you vomit on this floor you won't live to tomorrow. Now calm down! The diamond is not activated and won't be until it hit's extreme temperatures."

"What are these temperatures?" Zayn asked uneasily.

"Almost as hot as the sun's surface," I said. 

"How would anyone produce that kind of heat?" Liam asked. 

"You all need to understand that we are secret agents, spies, whatever you want to call us. We have weapons, plots, secrets that would make the diamond activate in less than five seconds." 

"Word for the wise," started Louis. "Don't get her pissed off."

"Exactly so let's head out," I said. They all stood up, "Oh, before I forget. Welcome to the London Headquarters of Secret Services, boys. You're mission is code name: Zap."

"Like Zayn's tattoo!" Louis yelled as he pulled at Zayn's sleeve exposing the tattoo. 

"Great," I muttered as I turned around to talk to Red. 

"Thanks Gis--!" They all started, but I turned at my 'wrong' name. "Ella!" 

I smiled and turned back around. 

"Wait," I believe it was Liam's voice. I turn back around, hoping it to be the last time.

"What now?" 

"What about our girlfriends?" Louis asked. 

"Girlfriends?" I dropped my crossed arms. "Hell no, I did not sign up for this." 

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Much love, Morgan xx

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