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**


27. Leave Them Alone

"G-Giselle?" I heard a sleepy, rough voice arise from the bed in front of me. 

I was watching outside the window, my fingers playing with my lips as I focused on the snowflakes falling gently from the sky. As I heard the voice my eyes went to Zayn, the air caught in my throat as he sat up, his eyes squinting. 

"Hey," I said smoothly. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been hit by a train."

"That bad?"

"What all happened? All I remember is being with Rosalind--."

"What?" I didn't realize I was speaking aloud. 

"Yea, this huge guy, Ross or something, took me and gave me this nasty scratch," he showed me the back of his arm, a scratch I overlooked was pulsing red.

The blood, on his sheets came from nothing more but a scratch. 

"Then she took me to some cave-looking thing in the mountains."

"How do you remember any of this?" 

"What are you talking about? The last thing I remembered was being electrocuted and I guess blacking out. I thought I was dead, but I wasn't going to give her what she wanted. I kept lying to her, I don't know what I would do if she killed you. I rather her kill me." 

"Zayn," tears were escaping my eyes as I placed my arms around his neck, completely ignoring the wires that now popped from his chest. 

"Zayn?" I loosened my grip on him and I turned towards Harry. 

"Hey, man," he said smoothly. 

"How much do you remember?"

"Up to the point of Rosalind shocking me."

Harry cocked his head to one side. "But--."

"It doesn't matter," I interjected. "We're just glad you're finally awake." 

"Yea and talking about that," his eyes searched the room. "Where are we? This doesn't look like the London Hospital." 

"You're at the Headquarters Hospital," said Harry. "I'll go get the doctor."

"Thanks," I muttered to him before he left the room. "You've missed a lot, Zayn," I smiled. 

"Ugh, well start me off," he leaned back onto the bed. 

"Well, Louis' down the hallway from you," I said. "That's where Harry's been." 

"Why is Louis here?" 

"He was shot, pretty brutal. I had to pull the bullet from his muscle." 

He raised his eyebrows, "You are most definitely not like normal girls." 

I started to laugh as the doctor entered the hospital room. "Welcome back, Zayn. Now I'm sure you have a pretty nasty headache, but we'll help clear that for you. Anyway, Harry also told me that remember much of your kidnapping."

"Yes," he said simply.

"So you don't remember Giselle or Harry rescuing you?"

"What? No." 

"It's alright to not remember, you were severely electrocuted and that's the main reason for your poor memory. You'll remember small fragments in the future but don't stress over it. So, now I guess we can get you home and it also looks like your friend, Louis, is being released today as well. I'll have a nurse in," he smiled before he left the room. 

"You two, you found me?" Zayn asked emotionless. 

"Giselle knew how to find you, I just came along for back-up," said Harry. Why was he still covering up his job? 

"Back-up? What about the agency?" Zayn continued to ask.

"The agency was on lock down. Rosalind had French surrounding the place and I needed to find you. So the rest of the boys went with Louis and Harry came with me." 

Zayn's forehead scrunched together, like he was trying to remember something--like he was remembering. "Whatever," he said shortly. "Let's just get out of here."


"Ow, ow, ow, Harry you fucking hurt me one more time I'll strangle you," Louis threatened.

"Do you want this wound cleaned or not?!" Harry was dabbing the stitches with a cotton ball and applying alcohol. Once Louis stopped complaining Harry threw the little white ball in the trash bin beside him and stubbornly got a bandage. "You're such a baby." 

"Don't test me, Styles," Louis smirked in his direction. 

I was leaning against the counter, a cup of tea in my hands. I watched them, my smile growing whenever they argued with each other. 

"Giselle?" I looked up at my name and saw Zayn standing at the kitchen entrance.

"Yea?" I stood up straight and placed my tea on the wood counter. 

"Can you come with me?" 

"Sure," I followed him up the stairs and before I was away from earshot I heard Harry warning Louis.

"Leave them alone, I mean it Lou." 

So obviously Harry knew what was going on. 

Zayn went to his bedroom and opened the door for me. The room was dark, the only light coming from a set of lights hanging around the head and foot boards. 

I looked up at Zayn as he closed the door behind us and locked it. He placed his hands on either side of my neck, his eyes never leaving mine. 

"It's just you and me right now. Now one else."

"Zayn we don't have--."

"No," he whispered. "I want to show you how much you mean to me. I need too."

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