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**


24. Sweet Dreams

"Where are we going?" I asked Harry as he got to the driver's seat of the car before I could. 

"Just get in," he said. 

"This is a headquarters regulated car, you won't know how to use it," I said before opening the passenger's side door. I was getting ready to change seats knowing that the car would refuse him driving permission. I leaned back in the seat waiting for him to give up. "You need to put you thumb over the pad." I crossed my arms, looking ahead waiting for the car to reject him. 

"Welcome Agent Harry Styles," the car proudly said. 

My eyes widened as I looked back to him. He was putting the car in drive, and readying to leave. "Agent?" I almost choked. 

"Surprise?" He questioned with a sly smile as he looked out his window to make sure the road was clear before he pulled the car upon it. 

"How long?" I asked, still watching his movements. 

"How long what?"

"How long everything."

"I would love to explain but I'm afraid we are covered in blood and one of my best mates has been kidnapped." 

I looked down at my blood covered shirt, my sweatpants absorbed the substances. I pulled down the visor and opened the window to check my appearance. I would definitely scare a large amount of people with the blood smeared over my forehead. People would think it's my blood and be worried or they would think I was some mass murderer. 

I didn't need to cause attention, "Go to Headquarters."

"I would, love," he looked at me, "but we need to get to the airport." 


He exhaled deeply as he looked out the front window, keeping an eye on the steady traffic into center-city London. "For four years I have been trying to understand Rosalind Abour. My mission for the same amount of years has been to try and keep her away from you." He glanced at me.


"She's dangerous--."

"I can save myself," I cut him short and in return he exhaled at my stubbornness.

"Red always said you were the difficult one," he muttered.

I ignored him, "How long have you been with Headquarters?"

"I told you," he said. "Four years."

"Which means--?"

"Yes, I was an agent when I joined the band. I was put into X Factor to keep celebrities safe. That's what I always did, just to keep the rich and famous safe from over possessive fans," he stopped at a red light and looked at me. "I just didn't expect to become one of them. Once my popularity grew I could no longer work undercover so Red gave me the mission to keep everyone away from Rosalind. To me she is the greatest threat."

"That's one thing we agree on," I said crossing my arms.

The light changed and the car moved forward. "I'm not saying you can't protect yourself, because I know you can. My job--my goal--was simply to understand Rosalind. Figure out her motives, and give Headquarters a head's up before she put's her own foot forward."

"So you knew...about everything," I whispered.

"Everything in Bradford," he looked straight ahead, I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. "Yes. I know about the diamond. I always knew. The Zap mission was my plan, and I named it that for the person in interest; which is Zayn. I was supposed to play along, until Zayn got kidnapped."

"So early morning, in your bedroom was planned?" 

He swallowed again, but ignored my question. "I've been watching Rosalind and she didn't show any sign of kidnapping."

"Well obviously you haven't been observant enough," I said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, would you like to take my mission," he said back, but his comment contained dryness and was mean. His lashing out caught me surprise.

"I know I haven't been consensual and most of the time difficult, but I was doing my job. I was told nothing and I hated the fact that I was kept in the dark about this. I hate you," I breathed the last of the words. 

"Then hate me," he said callously. "I'm not here to be liked. I'm here to do my mission, which you obviously forgotten. I wonder how Red will take it when he finds out you've slept with your mission."

"Shut up," I said. "You don't understand."

"Honestly, Giselle," he said. "It's my job to understand."

"You know nothing about me," I said coolly before I turned my body to look out the window.

Instead of coursing me through my own problems he let it go. He continued to drive until we reached Heathrow Airport. He handed the security guard his Headquarters badge.

"Good day, Mr. Styles," said the guard as he peered through the open window of the driver's side. "Miss Giselle," he bowed his hat forward. "Lovely uh, clothing," I smiled lightly until Harry pulled away from the station and closed the tinted window.

He went behind the terminal and into a building which contained our private jet. The jet I've taken so many times before and the same one I took a couple weeks back when I stole the diamond from Versailles. He turned the car off and got out, he bent down and looked back at me.

"Coming, You Highness?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, "Fucking bastard," I muttered as I opened the door with way too much force and slammed it shut. "Will you at least tell me where we are going?"

He walked away from the car his back facing me, the circular key chain twirling around his finger as I heard him whistling. 

"Ugh," he was frustrating. I chased after him, and took a fistful of his cotton shirt. He was yanked back by my grip, and I pulled my knife out of my back pocket. I forced it against his neck as he strained to get away from it his lips lightened in a smile. 

"So forceful," he smirked. 

"You don't tell me what the fuck is going on, I will let your blood spill to the floor." 

"You and I both then," he said more bravely as I felt the strong presence of something mental against my abdomen. 

I didn't have to look down at the metal jabbing me because I knew full well that it was a gun held strong to my skin. 

"What do you get out of this?" I said through my teeth, the knife scarring his skin and tinting the blade in red. 

"Security," he said. "Just like what you said in my room. I'm trying to keep my family safe, especially my sister."

I loosened my grip on the knife and he on his gun. 

"What?" My eyes narrowed.

"The French Embassy," he started. "They want my sister to become one of us. She doesn't know about my secret life, and only about One Direction. If the French do get a hold of her, they will take her from me. Physically and mentally. They'll brainwash her in thinking I'm this bad guy and I'll end up being the target." 

"Rosalind never mentioned anything about you."

"She wouldn't," he started. My knife finally being pocketed and Harry making his gun vanish from sight. "She's too stubborn and she won't do anything that won't help her."

"Wouldn't it help her? Kidnapping your sister?" 

"No, because in her eyesight she sees you as the main target. Obviously her interests are more feminine, even though she's not to bad in bed." 

My eyes widened, "You slept with her?" 

"It was needed for the mission," he said innocently. 

"Sure to fuck it was," I crossed my arms. 

"What? Don't you want a piece of the youngest most wanted secret agent in the world?"

"That's my title," not that I cared, but I liked knowing I was unstoppable. 

"For females. You're looking at the most wanted male teenage secret agent in the world. I would also like to keep that title, so please don't try and get us killed." He started to walk away again, but I pulled him back. "Would you stop doing that?"

"Oops," I said sarcastically. "Now tell me where we are going?" 

He exhaled, "I can't tell you until we get in the air."


He crossed his arms. "For being a great secret agent like yourself, your obviously not that observant." He begun to see my confusion. "There are three behind you, two to my left, one to my right and I saw about four behind me. By the way they act I say their Americans. Hmm, looks like the same group that blew up our house earlier." 

"What?" I started to look around and he was right, because the first bullet rung through the sky and hitting the windshield of our car, shattering the glass to the pavement.

"Let's get out of here," said Harry as he tugged my arm. I hated that he was acting like he knew everything better than me. I hated the he was less experienced as me and yet he acts like the senior agent. It was making me insane so I ripped his grip from my arm and started to walk ahead of him. 

My thumb was placed over the pad and the door to the jet opened. We quickly got inside and I went to the cockpit as Harry closed the door. I flicked the ignition switch and pulled on the headphones that connected me to Headquarters. 

"Have you ever flown a plane?" Harry asked beside me as he quickly sat down in his seat and placed his own headset over his ears. 

"What they didn't teach you in your beginner's course?" 

He scowled at me, annoyed. 

I smiled as I directed the plane out of the small terminal and out onto the fly away path. Once I started to gain speed, I lifted the plane off the ground and into the sky. I saw Harry holding onto his armrests for dear life, and I started to laugh at him.

"Don't like planes or is it the heights?" 

"I'm not afraid," he said as he looked outside the window where nothing but blue sky enclosed us. 

"Well if you don't loosen your grip on those armrests, they won't be the only thing broken," I looked at him. 

He swallowed as he slowly let go of the armrests. 

"Good," I encouraging spoke. "Tell me where I'm going or for fuck's sake I'll kick you off without a parachute." 

"Okay, alright!" Yes, he was most definitely afraid of heights. "We're going to the French Alps." 

"The Alps?" I looked at him.

He nodded. 

"Why the fuck would she be in the Alps?" I asked him. 

"It's a long fall but a quick end," he said slowly. 

"She kills them there?" 

"More or less tortures them, and knowing Zayn he won't be easy to just give in. He'll put up a fight."

I was hoping he would. Damn, I don't know what I would do if I finally found her lair and realized that she killed him that morning. 

I exhaled, "Okay," I whispered as I set the coordinates for the edge of the Alps, a good place to land the plane but a deadly walk especially in the early formations of spring. I pressed one last button and then stood up, placing my headset back on the control panel.

"Where are you going?" He asked me, incredulous to what I was doing. 

"It's on autopilot, so I'm going to get my last hot shower and hope that this plane has heated jackets fully stocked." 

"Oh," he slowly back to the window. 

"Come on," I said to him, before pulling his headset off and placing it next to mine. I held onto his hands and as he started to stand, somehow his fingers became interlaced with mine. "Don't look out the windows," I said comfortingly. "Just look at me."

As I said those words, his emerald eyes pierced mine and I wasn't expecting it at all. I wanted to look away but I knew I secured that fine line of security and safety that he solely thirsted on.

"Lay here," I said as I forced him back on the huge bed which was kept hidden from the rest of the plane. 

He was paralyzed, immobile as he sat down looking straight ahead. 

"Look here," I repeated.

His eyes flashed up and back onto my eyes. I kneeled down in between his legs, his eyes never leaving mine. If he was in any type of control he would think I was about to do something dirty, but that was the furthest thing from my mind. Instead I reached behind me for the object I needed. Without leaving eye contact with him I uncapped the syringe and slowly placed the needle into his upper leg. 

His eyes slowly drifted down. I held onto his body, knowing that he would soon be unable to control his muscles. I leaned him back gently onto the soft bed and pushed back his curls from his forehead as I whispered and wished him a "Goodnight Harry." 

Oh my?! So what do you think of Harry being a secret agent?! Plot twist, eh? 

So please comment, like, and favorite!!

Much love and stay forever strong, Behati xx

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