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**


17. Ground Rules

"Stop it! Louis stop!" I was trying to get Louis off of Harry as they wrestled on the floor. My hair was falling over my face, releasing itself from the elastic I used to fasten my hair back. "Get off him!" I pulled Louis back and got him off Harry. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"They do this all the time," said Liam as he walked by and into the kitchen. 

Louis stood up and held his hand out for Harry, "Why?" 

They both looked at me, "It's fun." Harry said. 

"Ugh, yea," I said as I fell back onto the floor. I closed my eyes, letting my heart go back to it's normal beating pattern. Then: 

"Niall give it back!" Zayn was yelling up stairs. I opened my eyes and looked up at the balcony. "NIALL!"

"What the fuck is going on," I yelled to the second floor as I sat up. Harry got up off the couch and reached out a hand for me to take to help me to my feet. "Thanks," I said to him and he smiled. 

"I was just borrowing his mirror," said Niall as he stood next to the railing of the balcony. 

"What?" This was ridiculous. "Then give it back."

"No," said Zayn. "He stole it!"

"Aw, your precious mirror," Niall mimicked. 

This was really ridiculous, "Just give it back. Now." 

He must've heard the seriousness in my voice because he quickly gave the mirror back to Zayn. I rolled my eyes. 

"Here we go," I muttered under my breath. "Alright! Please all of you stop acting like children."

"Aw, but I like messing with Harry," said Louis as he smothered Harry's brown curls under his hands. 

Harry smacked him away and again they started to fight.

"Stop," I repeated sternly and they immediately stopped. "These are you ground rules for living here."

"Rules in public, rules here," Harry complained. 

"I can just kicked you all out and if the Americans don't get you first I'm sure the teenage slutty girls will."

"Slutty?" Zayn leaned over the balcony railing with a smirk. "Hmm."

"Whatever," I said. "Now please chill everyone. I need to make us a plan--."

"Plan for what?" Louis asked. 

"That's none of your business. Now--." A phone rang, I was growing impatient. 

Liam answered his cell phone, "Hello? Yes, babe? Really?"

"Who is he talking too?" I asked. 

"Danielle," said Niall as he walked down the stairs. "His girlfriend."

"Oh, no no no no," I said as I walked over to Liam and snatched the cell phone from his hand. 

"Hey," Liam protested. 

I hung up the phone, "You want her to be safe, stop calling her, don't even answer your phone. Right now they are all tracking your mobiles. Which means no calls, texts, tweets, Instagram, Facebook, got it?"

"Nothing," Harry said. "Nothing?" 

"Nothing," I confirmed. 

"You really do want to kill us," Louis said. 

"Nope, just laying down some ground rules," I crossed my arms and smiled. 

Not the best chapter, but some filler :)

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Much love, Morgan xx

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