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**


21. Poison

I was having the most remarkable time. Zayn's hands searched my body as we lay on a soft white cloud. We were completely naked, and our pleasure, our feeling felt true and real. His fingers made circles in my back as he kept me close to him. My eyes were shutting and I knew that as soon as I lost this place I would wake. Something I didn't really plan on doing. 

I couldn't help it though. My eyes kept drifting close and I soon realized that the drug was wearing off. 

"That was amazing, especially for a dream," I said hazily. I drifted my eyes up but as I searched for Zayn's eyes, I couldn't find any. I couldn't find him. I sat up and noticed that the white explosion of world was searing into a black hell.

"What the fuck?"

As soon as I said my profanity I was ripped from the cloud-filled sky. I fell through the soft thickness and was reaching into the oblivion. I need to wake up. 

I wanted to scream but as I was trying it felt like something was tough over my mouth. Something that wouldn't allow me to speak, to talk. I tried to touch my mouth, but instead of feeling my normal, known lips, I felt rough hard skin. 

I had to get out of this hell. I closed my eyes shut and when I reopened them I was in the midst of someone I actually was happy to see. 

He removed his hand from my mouth. "George?" I whispered. 

My ex-partner, my ex-lover, why was he here? 

"Have a good night?" He spoke questioningly. 

I rose, watching him with narrowed eyes. I glanced over at Zayn who was still laying on the bed. "What the fuck did you do to him? Zayn?" I shook him, but no response. 

"Oh babe, even though I'm not with you doesn't mean I'm going to let you sleep around with boy bands. They just don't fit your style," he reached forward and pushed back a strand of my hair. "Besides you know our ways."

"Which what scares me." I ran my fingers onto Zayn's neck, trying to feel anything.

"You honestly thought I would kill him, when he means so much to headquarters to Red, to all of fucking England? No, just added an extra dosage of pain killers."

"Pain killers?" 

"Yea isn't that what he's already on?"

"Fuck no," I bent over Zayn, shaking him, trying to get him awake. "He's on Delirium." 

"Psh, he'll get over it. Now get dressed," he said as he threw me Zayn's button down from last night. I pulled it on and buttoned it fast. "Let's go."

I didn't know what he was doing but I took one more glance at Zayn before I got out of bed and reached for my underwear before I exited the bedroom. Half naked, I followed George down the stairs. 

"Where's everyone? The boys--?" I stopped mid-sentence. Four members of One Direction were all sitting on the couch, lined up. Rope tied around their wrists and ankles with a cloth wrapped around their mouths, keeping them quiet. 

They're eyes widened when they saw me, in desperation, in hope. 

"Honestly what are you doing, George?" 

A smile appeared on his face, "You know Rosalind had such a nice...uhm, proposal."

"George--." I was growing frustrated. 

"Please don't start with me," he said. "I know what I'm doing and I've had so many dilemmas with London Headquarters, I thought best to find my services needed elsewhere." 

"How could you do this? You are high-ranked and yet you betray us all?" 

His hand moved behind his back and I backed up. I knew what he was going to pull, I knew what he was going to try and do. I was right. 

George pulled a handgun from his back pocket and was aiming right at me. The boys started to whimper on the couch. I was weaponless, I had nothing to defend with. 

"I've always worked with the Paris Headquarters."

"You bastard," I muttered. 

"Call me whatever you want, but I really just want that diamond." 

"You know where it's at. Why didn't you take it when you had your chance?" 

One of his eyebrows lifted, "Because then, babe, I wouldn't be able to see the horror and fear drain from these boys eyes as they lay in their own blood."

"You disgust me." 

"Good, but I think you need a permanent vacation. I think it's time you retire from the secret agency and I know the perfect way." 

I closed my eyes knowing what was coming. I was waiting for the last sound I would ever hear, the sound of a gun triggering, the sound of a bullet hitting my chest and crushing my heart to pieces. 

But the sound never came. 

I reopened my eyes and saw George laying on the floor, the gun thrown from him. I looked at the suspect, Paul the bodyguard whom I've told to take leave for a couple months had return. Maybe I did need a little extra help. 

I reached down and picked up the gun. 

"Thank you," I said to Paul.

He just nodded as we started to help the boys get loose from their restraints. We turned our backs on George, and today I still regret it. As I was helping Niall remove the restraints from his wrists a tight and fast tug on my ankle sent me tumbling to the ground. 

George had awoken and the gun that I thought I had secure was now tight at my neck. 

"Don't move," I said to the boys. "He'll only kill you faster."

"Good girl," he smiled. His bloody forehead dripping down onto Zayn's white shirt. "Now before I kill you, tell me the purpose of that diamond." 

The gun pointed further into my neck and I arched my head back, my eyesight reaching the faces of all four boys and Paul.

I wish I could help them. I wish I could keep them safe. "I'm sorry," I whispered to them. "I'm so sorry--."

"Shut it," George tugged roughly on my hair, making my neck reach extreme lengths. I whimpered from the new feeling. "You didn't answer my question. Tell me." 

I could feel my fingers wiggling free of his grip. He was already too occupied with my words and the gun to my throat he didn't realize my fingers coming across something plastic in his pocket. I took it from his pocket slowly and tried to recognize it. 

A syringe. Filled with the same thing he gave Zayn. Death Serum, not pain killers. That's what we called it, and I was praying that he didn't use all of it on Zayn. 

"Now answer my question again, no distractions."

"Alright George," I placed my fingers correctly over the syringe ready to target. "I'll tell you, but only over my dead body."

I saw him smile one more evil smirk before I used all my force and placed the needle into his neck. Injecting the poison into his bloodstream. He gasped and I started to push him off me, my hair falling to one side. I watch the haze draw across his eyes and then looked back up at the boys. 

My eyes scanned across their worried eyes, but then I came back to reality."Zayn," I breathed. 

I quickly stood and raced up the stairs. I didn't stop until I was straddling Zayn, "Come on, wake up." I was shaking him. Trying to regain his consciousness. 

"What's wrong with him?" It was Niall's voice.

"He's drugged but I'm hoping the Delirium will be the antidote. Zayn!" I slapped him across the face and then lowered my ear to his chest. I could just faintly hear a heartbeat. "Fuck."

"Can we do anything?" That was Harry. 

I held Zayn's face in my hands, "No," I whispered. "I might know how to fix it though. To bring him out of it."

I looked at his closed eyelids, the hint of a smile on his lips. I leaned closer and I quickly touched my lips to his. I waited there for anything, for any chance that he would kiss me back. 

And then he did. He kissed me back, his mouth opening and soon his tongue touching mine. I smiled against his lips as I felt his hand touch my collarbone, and then held onto my neck. He begun to sit up and I kept him close to me. I pulled slowly away from him, our foreheads touching. 

"You found me," he whispered. 

"I will always find you," I smiled. 

He looked around me and at the boys, "Rough time?" 

"You had no fucking idea," said Louis. 

"I think it's time for me to thank my rescuer," he looked back up at me. 

"Yea...right. See you later," said Liam. "Come on boys, let's go." 

Soon the door shut and Zayn whipped me around so he lay over top of me. He was still naked and it didn't take him much longer to remove the minimal clothing from my body. 

I've never had morning sex, or sex after I killed a man and saved one from dying. I smiled at my thoughts.

"What?" He asked me, a similar smile appearing on his lips. 

"I just can't stop thinking about all the different way I want you to fuck me," I said bravely.

"Mm, then let's make it happen," he smiled and then leaned down and started to playfully bite my collarbone. My fingers went through his dark hair as I let him take control. This was my poison. Something I loved, but knew it was bad for me. 

I knew that Zayn and I would only stay this way for so long. In the end we were both wrong for each other, and I knew we would both destroy ourselves before we would be able to discuss morning breakfast. 

Alrighty! So sorry it has taken me forever to update. I getting back into the action parts which takes me a little longer to write! I hope you enjoyed it though and please comment, like, and favorite!!!! 

Much love, Morgan xx

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