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**


6. Rosalind Abour

I readied my hair into a prefect bun letting small curls cascade down. I continued to fix my makeup as I tried to pull my heel straps over my ankles. My pencil-like black dress showed off my figure and even though it was tight I was still able to hide a knife, bug device, and small other weapons inside.

I heard a knocking and I left the bathroom and went to the front door. I put on my white fur trench coat and looked at myself once more in the foyer mirror. After I looked ready I went to the door and opened it. 

Wrong decision. 

"Well hello Giselle," said a bald man with a distinguished American accent. 

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Oh now how comes such a pretty girl uses such bad language?" He pushed his way into my house.

"You obviously don't know me then," I said.

"I could care less," he started. "Just give me the diamond." I felt the tip of a gun hit my stomach.

"Now killing me wouldn't help you would it?" I smiled up at him.

"Tell me," he pushed the gun further.

"Such a pity," I started. "I don't have it."

"Wha--?" He started but never got to finish because I used all my strength and kicked him in the groin. He fell to the floor as I took the gun from him. 

"I thought the Americans would be smarter than to send an amateur to come after me," I said. 

I backed up and pointed the gun right to his temple.

"Who are you?" He asked me. 

"That's none of your concern," I said before I swung my leg and the tip of my heel landed in his throat, killing him instantly. I dropped the gun into a drawer and brought my watch up to my lips. "Headquarters," I said. 

"Yes agent?" They replied. 

"I need a body pickup in Bradford," I said. "White male. American."

"We will be there shortly." 

I dropped my hand to my side. Why didn't I use the gun? I don't like to be messy. 

There was another knock on the door and I looked up quickly. I stepped over the still body and looked through the eye-hole. 


I pulled my coat closer to me and grabbed my clutch before opening the door, not letting Zayn look past me as I quickly closed it behind me. 

"Ready?" He smiled. 

His hair was styled in a perfect quiff, and I could smell the musky scent radiate off him. It drew me in and all I wanted to do was inhale his smell. 

"Yea," I breathed as he walked back to his car. Opening the passenger's door for me I slide inside and I immediately scanned the interior. Keeping a close eye open for any bugs, and not the little creatures with twenty legs. 

I knew that the Americans found me. More would be flooding into Bradford everyday, than you have the French. Who knew when they were going to show up. Then you have the Russians they are more of an explosive group of people. Literally. I don't know how many buildings, cars, train stations, I was in when they decided to just blow it up. They always think they have killed me, but then are sadly disappointed when I show up in the system less than twenty-four hours later. 

Zayn started the car and soon pulled away from the curb. The drive to Kipling's wasn't long and we shortly pulled into the parking lot. Zayn again got out of the car and opened my door. I walked with him, my arm around his as we entered the restaurant. We were placed at a table in the middle of the dining room and I instantly felt like it was a set up.

Not Zayn, but someone was here that shouldn't be. 

"Don't look so nervous," said Zayn as we were handed our menus. 

"I'm not nervous," I lied. I already killed one man tonight, no doubt there was bound to be more. 

"Good, than what are you having?" 

I looked at the menu, nothing seemed interesting. "You pick. You've obviously been here before." 

He smiled and than ordered some type of chicken and a bottle of wine. 

"What's wrong?" 

I looked back at him and answered smoothly, "Nothing." 

"Honestly, Giselle," he leaned back in his seat and I squinched at my name hoping no one heard it. "Why are you in Bradford?" 

"Will you just drop it?" I leaned forward a bit trying to keep our conversation quiet. 

"Not until you tell me," he said. 

"If I told you than I would have to kill you," I smirked as I crossed my leg along with my arms, showing him that I wasn't bound to continue this conversation. "I mean it." 

"Threats? Even in school you weren't that brave." 

"People change," I shot back. "Other than you who still call yourself a Bradford Bad Boy." 

"I do not," he said. "I've changed."

"Oh that's right you are now Zayn Malik from One Direction," I started.


"The sugar pop boy band that will break up in a couple years," I cut him short and he seemed defeated. 

"Not fair," he said and I smiled. "We won't break up and where in the hell did you get sugar pop?" 

"All boy bands break up, Bradford Bad Boy, and you have a fan-base filled with a bunch of horny twelve year old's." 

"The ones I have met were definitely not twelve," he said. "Horny? Possibly. Who doesn't get turned on at this?" He pointed to himself making me scoff. 

"You still think you are literally the coolest kid in town."

"No," he smiled. "I'm the coolest kid in all the fucking world." 

"Mm, you really need to stop flattering yourself," I said as the waiter brought back our wine which was poured into our glasses. I took a sip of the red liquid letting it burn down my throat. That's when I noticed her, when the glass was placed to my lips. 

Rosalind Abour. 

She had the same ranking as me, being one of the most wanted agents in the world, but we had a difference. She was French, and therefore my enemy. Don't get me wrong, everyone is an enemy to me, but she was really a target. 

That's also when I saw a bug pasted on a sugar packet. I picked up the packet and dropped it onto the floor, getting questioning eyes from Zayn. I stomped onto the packet and looked back at Rosalind and smiled at her frowning face as she took the earbud out of her ear that was no longer needed. 

"Do you know someone?" Zayn asked me. 

"Just an old friend," I smiled at him then looked back at Rosalind. She was smiling again and my eyes widened as I saw a gun pointed towards me resting in between her and the chair. She lifted her hand and waved goodbye with her fingers. 

"Get down," I looked back at Zayn but spoke quietly. Not wanting to cause alarm, yeah but it was bound to happen. 

"What?" He placed his glass back on the table. 

"There's a gun about six meters away. Pointed directly at us so if you want to live tonight I suggest you listen." 

"What?" He asked me again. 

Then the gunshot. It hit the ceiling and I knew my time was up. Everyone started to scream as I stood up. 

The restaurant was filled with French. I looked at Rosalind and saw a gun in the belt of a French beside me. I fought him off as I grabbed his gun and pointed it to Rosalind. 

I blew a strand of my hair away from my face. "Hello Rosalind." 

"It's been a long time since I've seen you last," she also stood up. 

"If that's what you call two days ago," I said. 

"Hmm. Where's the diamond," she crossed her arms. 

I kept the gun pointed at her, "I don't have it."

"Don't give me that shit," she said. "I know you took it. You're the only one capable to take it from Versailles."

"I'm sorry you kept a diamond in a museum. You honestly didn't think I wouldn't find it?"

"Of course we knew, we just hoped to kill you in the process."

"Sorry," I smirked. "The diamond belongs to England." 

"Sure it does. What's your Queen using it for anyway?" 

"What was your poor society using it for?" 

He face turned sour. I knew she always hated it when I made fun of her country. It was a specialty of mine, but a trigger for others. 

"Kill her," Rosalind said to the man behind her that was still wielding his gun. As the gun started to fire shots, I ran over to Zayn and took his arm. I pulled him with me as he kept asking me questions of what was going on. 

"Shut up!" I said to him and he immediately stopped talking. "Give me your keys." 

He handed them to me quickly and we both got into the car. I started the car and hit the medal, going as fast as possible. I looked in the mirrors to see the headlights of cars behind us. Then another gunshot as it shot through the back of Zayn's window. 

"What the hell is going on?!" He yelled. 

I ignored him as I turned in my seat and pointed the gun back at them, throwing off shots. 

"Giselle!" Zayn grabbed the steering wheel. 

I sat back in my seat after one of the cars pulled off, with a bullet in their tire they weren't going anywhere. 

"I knew we shouldn't have picked Bradford," I muttered as I took the wheel again.

"What are you talking about?" 

Again I ignored him as I opened the garage to the house Headquarters provided. I got out and Zayn followed me. 

"Would you please tell me what the fuck is going on?"

I pressed some buttons and then took him by his arm as we exited the garage, the door closing behind us. Water filled the garage, along with a replacement for the back window. 

"What is it doing? What the hell?" 

"Ugh," I groaned as I pulled him alongside me. 

I opened the metal door and placed my thumb over the scanner. 

"What the hell is that?" Zayn asked and I rolled my eyes. This would soon be all over. 

"Welcome back Agent Giselle," said the scanner as I heard the door unlock. 

"You're a secret agent?!" I turned around and placed my hand over his mouth. 

"Don't ever saw those words again because one day they will get you killed," I said in a hushed voice. He nodded and I let go of him. I let him in the house first, than I made sure the door was locked behind us. 

Headquarters was here. The dead body has vanished and nowhere in sight. 

"You're a spy?" He asked me and I rolled my eyes as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass. I filled it with water and dropped two pills into it that vanished immediately. 

"When will you tell me why you are really here?" 

I walked back out into the foyer and handed him the water and he shrugged as he took a sip. His eyes soon rolled back in his head as he fell to the floor. 

"Never," I said as I crossed my arms. 


Sorry for the long wait, I'm trying to update all my stories once a day, but it's getting harder so please bare with me. I hope you enjoyed and trust me Zayn is NOT dead! 

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much love, Morgan xx

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