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**


8. Hide And Seek

"I just whipped your ass!" Zayn exclaimed as he threw his fake Monopoly money up in the air. 

"I hate this fucking game," I said as I sat back against the bottom half of the sofa. Zayn was on the other side of the coffee table as we sat on the floor with the game board in between us. "It's all luck."

He laughed, "Isn't that every game?!" 

I crossed my arms, "In my games, I always win." 

"Because you make up your own rules," he inclined. 

"There are no rules," I smirked. He shrugged and started to pick up the paper money. I was first watching him but my eyes went to the closed curtain window. A shadow crossed the window and I inclined my head to look out the other window, with the curtain partly open. 

A man was making his way around the house, "What the fuck?" I muttered. 

"What?" Zayn looked up at me.

"Nothing," I said. "Wanna play hide and seek?"

"Isn't that a little boring?"

"You never played with a secret agent," I said and he smiled. "I go first." 

I closed my eyes and started to count, as soon as I knew he ran out of the room I opened my eyes. Zayn let the money fall again and it was now making feathery patterns to the ground. 

"Thirteen...Fourteen," I got up from the floor and walked around the house with the man outside. I saw him connecting some wire to the house. Red sticks appeared out of his coat. Dynamite, which means one thing. 


"Eighteen...Nineteen," I counted as the man actually had the decency to slide the window open. Of course the only way to open it is to use some type of equipment against it. I knew therefore that he was a real spy. 

He had the window up and he turned to get the bomb, as I stood in front of him with my arms crossed. He looked back and I wiggled my fingers in a hello, with a slight smile on my face. "Twenty-four...twenty-five. Ready or not here I come!" The man stumbled to get his gun in his pocket as I grabbed him by his coat and pulled him into the house. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked, changing my language to Russian. 

"What the hell do you think? Where's the diamond?" He almost spit out his words, causing me to cringe.

I pulled on his coat again, "Where's Vera?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Oh really? Don't fucking lie to me," I said through my teeth. "Tell me, where's Gikalov?" 

"Vera Gikalov? I heard she waiting to kill you," he said. 

"I'm passed knowing that. Where is she?" 

"I only care about the diamond."

"Well you're out of luck."

His eyes grew angry, but then he held up the stick of dynamite. "No you're out of luck Miss Giselle."

He dropped the stick and I let go of him as I hurried to grab it from the floor. I examined it and knew what wire to cut. I pulled my knife out my back pocket and cut the red wire, making the sparks vanish. I dropped the dead stick to the floor as I looked out the front window. 


The man was in the passengers seat of the car with her driving. Obviously she didn't want to do any dirty work today. 

I walked to the door, pulling a bow and arrow from behind a cupboard. I placed the arrow between my fingers and the wire, but before I released it, "Hello Vera."

She smiled as I let go of the arrow and let it land right into the man's neck. He instantly died, as Vera sped off with the dead body still in her expensive car. 

"I thought you forgot about me."

I quickly turned with another arrow already in my bow, I aimed it right at Zayn as he instantly put up his hands in surrender. 

I let the bow drop, and huffed air blowing the hair out of my face. 

"Let me guess you didn't want to play hide and seek."

"I couldn't let you get hurt," I said. 

He exhaled as he begun to turn around, "I don't need protection."

"Zayn," I said and he stopped and turned around, facing me. I walked closer to him, "I'm only doing my job."

"I kn--," but I didn't let him continue, because I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down to me. I placed my lips over his and soon felt his hands wrap around my waist. 

I pulled away for just a second, "I need you to be with me." I looked up into his dark eyes, slowing turning soft. "Let me protect you Zayn." 

"Under one condition," he muttered. "Let me do the one thing I wanted to do since we were in school. Let me love you." 

I smiled, "Deal."

He placed his lips over mine again. Fuck Giselle. What are you doing? 

I hope you enjoyed!!! Please comment, like, and favorite!! 

Much love, Morgan xx

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