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**


7. Commitment

Zayn's POV

I had the most amazing sleep in all of my existence. 

All I remember was that I was talking to Giselle than all of a sudden BAM I was in a world of glorious passion, lust, and hot sex. I'm being serious. I was probably smiling in my sleep the entire night. The girl, shit, she was fucking amazing and I believe she's the same girl who drugged me....

Anyway I stared up at the ceiling, pulling my fingers through my hair. I wasn't in a bed. No, I was lying on the couch with a blanket over me. I pulled the blanket off and got up and as soon as I did so I regretted it. I went from feeling amazing to being incredibly dizzy. 

I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and filled it with water. The liquid cooling my throat and slowly starting to make me feel better. 

"How did you sleep?" I heard the voice behind me and I slowly turned. Giselle was sipping her tea at the kitchen table with a smirk on her lips. 

"What did you do to me?" I asked her as my hands lay on the counter behind me. 

"Just thought I would calm your nerves," she said. 

"So you drug me?" 

"You slept good didn't you?"

"Ye--what?" My eyes narrowed. 

"Oh I could hear your moans and gasping from a mile away," she smirked again. 

I could feel the blood rise to my skin and boiling over. "I was not--."

"Who was the girl?" She asked before she sipped her tea. 


"Who was the girl you slept with in your drugged dreams?" 

You. "That's none of you business." 

"Mm," she raised one eyebrow. "Well I told your mother you came home drunk and were staying the night here."

"Fantastic," I said. "Couldn't you make me sound any more heroic?"

"Next time I'll tell her that you're higher than a kite on a summer day. Better?" 

"No," I cross my arms. "There won't be another time. Giselle, when were you going to tell me that you're a spy?" 

I could see the color leave her face. "First: I'm a secret agent. Second: Stay out of my fucking business. I wasn't lying when I told you I would have to kill you if I told you." 

"Who's Rosalind?" 


"That part's obvious. Is she like your enemy or something?" 

She took a breath. "If I tell you will you promise never to tell anyone else?" 

"Promise," I smiled as I pulled out a chair and sat on it backwards letting my elbows rest on the back. 

She rolled her eyes at me. "Rosalind and I trained together, but before the whole secret war between England, France, Russia, and America." 

"All these countries are after you?" 

"Yes, but each country has their own secret weapon. Rosalind's is France's--." 

"You are England's?"

"Yes," she finished. "Vera Gikalov is Russian's. Alessandra Marquis is America's. We all trained together in Sweden, hence the reason I dropped out of school." 

"How do they pick you?"

"They don't pick me, they chose me before I was even born. My father was killed in a Russian bombing eight years ago. I was eleven and I knew that they would soon be after me next," she hugged herself, with doubt in her eyes. She was concerned for herself. "My mother was afraid but I told her everything would be alright. That was five years ago."

"You haven't seen your mum in five years?" I asked her, incredulous.

She shook her head, "She lives in Birmingham, but I watch her. Just to know that she's safe. When these people are desperate they'll go to the extremes to get what they want."

"What do you mean?"

"They hurt people. Torture people into believing things they shouldn't. They do it all because of me. Their goal is to get close to me and eventually kill me, and they will hurt the others around me just to try to find my weakness. To cut things short, no one is safe around me. My mother, the people I know. You, Zayn, are not safe around me."

"I'm not going to leave you so soon. I'm not scared that easily," I said.

"I know," she started. "That's why I'm going to try my damnest to keep you and your mother safe. They'll go after you first, though."


She looked right into my eyes, her hazel irises growing as her next words chilled me.

"You're the celebrity. You're an easily target. You're an assassination they can't wait to commit."

Sorry for the short chapter! I hope to update soon tomorrow! School is crazy right now because of Christmas but I will try my hardest! 

Please comment, like, and favorite you little turtles!! 

Much love, Morgan xx

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