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**


25. Cold

Harry's POV

I woke up completely relaxed. Most definitely the best sleep I've had in forever. I knew that Giselle drugged me and I rubbed my thigh where the injection took place. I could feel that we were still flying, but being so relaxed I didn't think about the heights and only struggled to stand up. 

I held onto the wall and used it for guidance and balance as I made my way through the jet. I shifted my fingers through my hair as I finally touched the door of the cockpit. I turned the knob and found Giselle leaning back in her seat, her eyes closed. I looked at the radar on the dash and saw that we were still miles away from where we need to be. 

I sat down in the opposite chair and pushed my headset onto my ears. Bringing my watch up to my mouth I spoke, "Agent Harry Styles to ground zero, Headquarters."

It was a couple seconds and then I heard the voice in my headset, "How's it going Harry?"

"Getting better," I said back. "Red, I don't think I should have told her who I am."

"She would have figured it out sooner or later. You are one of my best agents and I knew putting you together was going to get this mission done. Why else would I give the diamond to Zayn?"

"I know, but we've lied about so much to her."

"Styles," he was using my last name. He only ever did that if whatever he was going to say was serious, very serious. "You keep your mouth shut. Her job is to get this mission done, and your job is to make sure it gets done. If she wants to spend some nights with Zayn let her go. The agency knows she needs to get fucked every once in awhile."

I looked towards her at Red's words. She had no idea. "Red--."

"I mean it, Styles. You ruin this, I ruin you. We made a deal and you will keep it."

"Of course," I finished. "I would never ruin our deal." With that I hung up the signal and went back to looking outside the front window. 

Giselle's POV

I woke up when I heard Harry requesting permission to talk back to Headquarters. He was talking to Red about something. That's the worst thing about Agency-regulated equipment, you never could ease-drop. Instead I listened to Harry's replies, and in the end they were keeping something from me. I was growing angry. 

How could my company, the company I basically run lie to me? I decided to keep my anger hidden though and when I heard Harry hang up I slowly started to wake up, stretching my muscles and looking out the window with half-hooded eyes. 

"Good morning," said Harry. I was about to ask him about what he was talking to Red about, but again I decided not too.

"Morning," I simply replied. "Did you sleep well."

"Yes, thanks for the drug," he looked serious out the window. Something was troubling him and no doubt it had something to do with what he talked to Red about. 

"Your welcome," I muttered as I stood up. I glanced at the radar, "Be there soon. Want to get ready?" 

"Sure," he looked up at me and then turned back, took off his headset and followed me to the supply closet. 

I ripped to heavy, thick jackets off a hanger and gave him one. "They're insulated, so they should keep us warm." I then gave him a belt that he started to wrap around his waist, I did the same with mine. Then we placed weapons into the belt, it was heavy but we were used to the weight. 

"Expected landing in five minutes," the woman on the loudspeaker spoke. The entire jet was on autopilot and therefore would land us successfully. 

"Ready?" I asked Harry.

He nodded. 

We slipped our feet into heavy boots and then watched out the front window, the clouds slowly rose and we slowly fell. I held onto the back of one of the chairs and I felt Harry's hand quickly find my wrist. I would push any other agent off me, tell them to be a man. I knew that if I did that he would shut down, just like last night. I didn't need a limp body to drag along either. 

The jet found a concave area to land, and once everything was set the door opened. The freezing air blew inside, making my hair go wild and Harry's curls lay flat. 

"I hate this weather," I muttered before I pushed forward. "Come on."

Harry followed me and soon our feet were crunching on solid snow. I stopped waiting for Harry to take lead. 

"Don't you know the way?" I asked him after he stood and waited for my lead. 

It took him a second, like he was actually thinking about it. "Of course," he said slyly, and then took the lead and I followed as we started our journey up mountain. 

We were walking for almost half and hour and the only sound that was heard was the cold air moving through the mountains. I abused the opportunity. 

"What were you talking to Red about?" I asked behind Harry. 

He was quick to answer, "Just our update, how the mission was going." 

"Really? I heard someone different." His pace slowed and I was quick to catch up. "I know both of you are keeping something from me and if whatever it is hurts someone close to me you will no longer have the ability to produce children." 

He swallowed, "I would never hurt someone that was close to you."

"Than what were you talking about?"

"Another mission," he simply said. "One to take when I finish here. I'm leaving."

"What?" I asked confused. "What are you talking about, that your leaving?"

"I'm leaving the band, I need to get out of the social scene. It's no longer just affecting my job but now my health. I can't keep up with the media and making sure I don't blow my cover."

"So what are you going to do?" 

"We aren't sure yet, but Zayn will now also have to leave. He will need to be protected, and I'm sure the other boys will be okay, but we are willing to help them if they need it."


"Yes, the London Headquarters of People In Interest. It's a connected agency to your agency, and we protect those that have felt or are threatened. Right now Zayn is very threatened and will need to be relocated."

So this is why I never saw him in the agency, he was in another part. A part I didn't even know existed, because my job wasn't to keep people safe. My job consisted of one and only one motto--.

"Save the mission before yourself," I muttered. 

I saw Harry smile, "You've always kept people safe, even though the agency tells you to kill whoever crosses your path. You've kept my job simple and make sure that every mission comes back to Headquarters safely. The mission isn't a nuclear gun, highly radio activated robot, but the mission is a person. Not the diamond. The diamond is the goal, but your real mission is to keep Zayn safe, right?" 

I thought about what he was saying. It was true, I haven't thought about the diamond just the person wearing it. My mission was always to keep Zayn safe, and not the diamond. 

"I never--."

"Bonjour," I stopped and we looked up quickly. Rosalind stood in front of us with a wide smile. 

"Rosalind," I said through my teeth.

"What brings you to this lovely part of the mountain?" She spoke with sweetness and it disgusted me. "Was it him?" She pointed to her right and we watched as Zayn was pulled out of what seems to be a cave and dropped to the floor. 

His knees dropping into the snow, his wrists tied in front of him. Blood dripping down his forehead. He wouldn't look up at us. 

"I'm going to kill you," I spoke as I tried to go after her but Harry held me back. 

"Stop, or she will kill him and make you watch," Harry whispered into my ear from behind me.

"You should listen to him, my sweet Giselle," she giggled.

I yanked myself free from Harry, "Let him go."

"Oh, if only it was that easy," her smile grew wider. "He's so stubborn, though. He doesn't say anything even when he's tortured." 

I wanted to pull on my handgun and aim the bullet straight into her black heart. 

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Rosalind questioned me as I kept my eyes locked on Zayn. "Look at me!" I peeled away from him and looked at her face of horror. "It hurts getting something taken away from you. Doesn't it?!"

I was falling under her pressure, "Yes." I looked back at Zayn my forehead creasing. I want to make the pain go away. 

"Wait a second," she started, and then she left out an incredible laugh. The kind of laugh only villains use. I watched Zayn flinch, scared. "I can't believe it!" 

I pursed my lips together, my fists clenching as I imagined her throat in my grasp. 

"You love him!" She was laughing with vengeance. "Oh the poor Giselle has fallen in love with her mission. This is excellent, it really is."

I stepped forward, Harry's hand stopping on my arm, keeping me still. 

"I don't love him," I said bravely and I felt Harry's hand leave me. He knew what I was doing, and now he was waiting for his turn. 

"You think I believe your lies," she crossed her arms. For being only so far away, it looked like she was increasing the space between us. 

"No," I said honestly. 

"Good, but since you've confessed you untrue love for him," her poisoned smile washed upon her lips, "then I guess he is kind of worthless to me and now to you too. Hmm, I think we can get rid of him. Ross!" 

"Don't move," Harry said behind me, as a strong built man walked from the hidden area and towards Zayn. 

Ross picked up Zayn--I've never seen him so weak, tangled, broken--and pulled him by his wrist constraints.

"Harry," I muttered quietly.

"Don't move," he repeated.

Ross drug Zayn closer and closer to the mountain ledge. My teeth were hardened together, I couldn't breathe.

"Har--," I started.

"Go," he said behind me and quickly ran. I was running like my life depended on it and as I ran bullets were moving past me, trying to hit their target. I was running as fast as my legs would allow and then I watched as Zayn was pushed off the edge. 

My heels dug into the ground. 

"Giselle, go!" Harry yelled behind me and I picked up my pace again. Harry finally had a successful shot and hit Ross in his collarbone. The bulky man fell back and was holding pressure to his gushing wound. 

Without thinking, without looking, I went down the ledge. It wasn't all that of a drop but more of a slant. There was a thin coat of ice laying underneath the snow and my boots took hold of it and used it as a quicker way down the mountain. I slide down and dug my toes into the ice to stop. 

Zayn was laying on the ground, snow sticking to the blood that was still wet and hot. I placed my hand over his forehead and noticed the extremity of how hot his skin was. He was broken in more than one way and his body was trying to fix itself. The blood on his face wasn't the only injury this boy contained. 

"Zayn, I need you to look at me," he was looking straight ahead and when I spoke his name his eyes shifted. He looked directly at me, his onyx eyes piercing mine. 

He didn't say anything. 

"Good, now I'm going to look for any other wounds, alright?" Again he just looked straight ahead. I had no idea what Rosalind did to him, but I wanted to kill her. I've always wanted to kill her, but this time she was getting personal. Her next motive would be my own family and I couldn't let that happen.

I kept hearing gunshots as I ripped Zayn's shirt down the center and saw the red burn marks that were placed all over his chest. Alright so electrocution, I can fix that. I pushed his head to one side and saw the diamond still connected into his ear. 

I exhaled and placed my head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. My lips collided with his skin, just right above his collarbone. I could feel him intake a sharp breath as I lifted my lips slowly from his darkened skin. 

My eyes moved up and connected to his, something wasn't right. "Zayn?" His eyes were confused, wide, and I shifted my head a little, my eyes narrowing. "Zayn?" I repeated. 

"Why are you here?" His voice came out uneven.

"To find you. Zayn, Harry and I came to get you," I was starting to think he was playing a cruel joke. 

He shook his head, leaving me worried. "I've never seen you in my life." 

Just like that my heart fell into my stomach. 

I was turning numb, my body completely burning in coldness to never be warmed again.


He's gone.

I've lost him. 

Oh no!!!!!!!!!! This can't happen!! PLOT TWIST...AGAIN!!!! 

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Much love and stay forever strong, Behati xx

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