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**


4. My Window Neighbor

Please bare with me. The first couple of chapters will be shorter than usual. :)

George pulled the taxi to the curb and I got out, taking my duffel bag over my shoulder. 

"Same old Bradford," I said to him. "Wish me luck?"

"You don't need luck," he said. "You have plenty of it." 

I smiled at him and kissed my fingertips waving goodbye than walked up to the front door. I heard the taxi pull away and I lifted a metal door which held a thumb scanner underneath. I placed my thumb over it and a couple blue flashes later I heard the door unlock. 

I walked inside and made sure I heard the door lock behind me. I dropped my duffel bag on the floor and pulled the wig off my head, letting it fall on top of the bag. I itched my head, hating the bloody wigs. I went to the thermostat and pressed the up button making it hit seventy-eight degrees. What can I say, I get cold. 

I then headed to the kitchen, walking passed the dining table when something caught my eye. An envelope with my name inscribed over the front. I picked it up, examining the paper. Who knew where this came from. I opened it slowly and took the note card out. 

Giselle, Have fun in Bradford...but not too much fun. Red. 

I smirked at the note card the Red has sent me from headquarters. I take the card and turn on the burner on top of the stove. I set the paper ablaze and then place it in the sink to burn the rest of the way. After the flames were gone I went back to get my duffel back and walked up the stairs. It hasn't been the first time I stayed here, but this would be the first time Zayn was in town. 

Making my mission harder. 

I go to my room that I spent so many endless nights. I put my bag on top of the bed and walk over to the window to pull the curtains and allow light to enter. As I open the curtains and about to turn away something stopped me. 

I turned back to see a dark-haired, olive skin boy unpacking his suitcase. Placing folded clothing into his dresser, but my eyes scanned up his hands and onto his chest where he lack a shirt. I could see the tattoos up his arms and on his upper chest. My grasp was becoming tighter on the curtain and I soon felt myself falling. The clasps broken and everything went to the floor. 

"Fuck," I said as I sat up, the curtain over my head. I glanced out the window, hopping he didn't see the fiasco going on in my room across from his. Too late.

Zayn was standing in front of the window with his arms crossed. I smiled awkwardly, like a schoolgirl and I felt childish because of it. I'm the secret agent, I'm the strong one, I'm the one who doesn't give a shit about anything. Now as he stared back at me a smirked appeared on his lips as he shook his head at me. 

I rolled my eyes yanking the curtain from my head and letting out a long breath. This was going to be the most exhausting month of my life. I stood up trying to figure out a way to hang the curtains back up but I destroyed the entire thing. The screws that kept the damn thing in place were rolling all over the floor and I wasn't in the mood to chase after them. 

I looked back at Zayn for a second to see him writing something on a piece of paper. Window notes? Seriously? How old does he think we are? He turned the paper around for me to read, 'Need Help?' he wrote in his boyish handwriting. 

My hair was cascading forward from me brushing it backwards a couple seconds ago. I stared at his words, and I could have easily said no. 

Giselle shake your head. Say no. 

I nodded. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm such an idiot. As soon as I nodded once, Zayn dropped the paper and left the view of the window. I soon heard a knock on the front door. 

Why the hell do I always get myself into these situations? 

Sorry for the short chapters. They'll be getting longer but with University it's getting a little difficult. Holiday is coming so I'll be able to update more than :)

Much love, Morgan xx

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