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**


9. I'll Be Your Medicine

I turned on the television in the living room as Zayn was making lunch in the kitchen. WorldWide News was the first show that I came upon. 

"Today in news, the American secret society group entitled the 008, which is to finish their tour of the North than fly to London to meet with the Prime Minister. We are still unsure of the business the American Government has with the British Parliament, and that there has never been any disturbances with the peace."

The woman continued to speak as Zayn walked out carrying two plates. A nicely made sandwich on each. I shook my head as he offered the sandwich. 

"You need to eat," he said. 

"I--," My phone rang, cutting me off. I took it out of my back pocket and answered. "Hello?"

"Giselle are you watching WorldWide News?" It was Red from Headquarters. 

"Yes," I replied. "Let me guess you need me to go to London tonight?" 

Zayn looked from the television to me, with a mouthful of sandwich, "What?" He mouthed. 

"Yes," said Red. 

"Be there," I replied as I hung up. "How about a trip to London?"

"This is my holiday, I'm not going anywhere," he said. 

"Good then stay here," I said as I headed to the stairs. I watched him contemplate, unsure of what to do.

"Will there be guns?" He asked me as I was already halfway up the stairs.

"Of course not," total lie. "It's just a nice, fun, reunion." 

"Why do I feel like you're lying to me?" 

Because I am. "I would never lie to you, Zayn." 

"Like I haven't heard that one before. Alright we'll take my car."

I smiled as I ran up the stairs, but before escaping to my room I turned and yelled down the stairs, "Find a tux!" 

"Wha?!" Zayn yelled back. 

"Black tie," I replied as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at me.


"Mmhmm," I smiled. 

"I'm slowly regretting staying with you," he smirked. 

"Get ready pretty boy," I rolled my eyes as I walked to my room. I heard the front door close and looked out my window making sure Zayn made it to his house. He smiled at me as he pulled the curtain closed, but leaving it partly open, and still giving me a perfect view of him while he readied in his room.

I went to my closet and reached for a white silk dress. I knew the Americans were here to find the diamond. A meeting with the Prime Minister was just a diversion. I decided to wear diamond jewelry so they would think I had the real diamond somewhere around my neck. They would never know that the diamond was still safe here in Bradford. 

I let my hair fall down my back and strapped my heels to my feet. I was ready to go, but I had no idea what Zayn was doing. He took twice as long as me and we were running out of time, especially since London is three hours away. 

I tightened my Gucci watch around my wrist, which was designed by Headquarters. Allowing me to communicate with them in a seconds notice. This was a seconds notice. 

I pressed the button. "Yes Agent?"

"I need a private plane," I replied. "Bradford to London."

"Transportation will be there in six minutes and twenty-two seconds."

"Thank you," I let my arm fall beside me and reached for my fur coat. I pulled it on then taking my purse, leaving my house making sure everything was tightly locked and inescapable if you found yourself inside. 

I would have to do this myself.

But I needed Zayn.

"Ugh," I groaned as I walked to Zayn's front door, knocking on the hard wood. Tricia opened the door. 

"Oh! Giselle is that you?" 

That's right I was Isabella when I saw her last, "Hi, Tricia," I reply. Yeah, I'm on a first names basis with Zayn's mum. I knew her for as long as I could remember. Tricia and my mum were best friends and therefore I knew her for a long time. Zayn and I, yea sure we were friends in school, but he and I have a long complicated relationship that I wish to never return too. 

"What are you doing in Bradford?" 

"Long story short, work transfer," I shrugged a little. 

"Where do you work?" 

Fuck. "Syco." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

"So you work with Zayn and the rest of the boys?" 

"Mmhmm," just shut the fuck up, Giselle. You might as well start digging your grave by now. "Charity event tonight." 

"Really? Zayn hasn't said anything."

I could feel myself starting to sweat. 

"Mum," saved by Zayn. 

"Hello darling, I had no idea Giselle works at Syco," she said. 

He glanced at me with a confused expression and my eyes widened hopping he would understand to keep his mouth shut. 

"Oh yea she's our...make-up artist." I wanted to place my head in my hand and curse multiple times in his face. He couldn't give me a better position? Whatever. 

"That's awesome," she said. "Well have fun at the charity event tonight!" 

Zayn walked out and helped me down the stairs as he raised his eyebrows, "Charity event?" 

"Like she would agree to a top secret meeting with some of America's most dangerous secret agents," I rolled my eyes, like he didn't already know. 

"You said no guns," he said.

"I always keep my promises," I smiled as I felt the silver hand gun held tightly against my inner thigh. Just in case, right? 


He started to walk to his car, put I pulled on his jacket, "Nope we aren't taking your car."


"We'll be taking a more stylish arrival."

"What's more stylish than my Audi?" 

"A private jet," I looked at the--what used to be--vacant parking lot. 

"Jet?" He said slowly and I slowly looked up at him.

"Aw, is Mr. Malik afraid of heights?" 

"No, nah, not at all," he said while shrugging his shoulders. 

"Good then you wouldn't mind being a couple kilometers in the sky." 

"A couple?" He responded.

"Oh yea just a couple thousand. I thought you rode in planes all the time," I said as we walked closer, well pushing him along. 

"Medication," he said. "Strong stuff, too."

"Come on," I tugged him along one last time, making it to the stairs of the plane. "I'll be your medicine. 

Unsure of this chapter but I promised an update, so here's what I got :)

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Much Love, Morgan xx

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