Baise-Moi.

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**

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3. Welcome To Bradford, Isabella

"Thank you George," I said to him in my fake Italian accent. It was almost a two hour drive to Bradford and I was so ready to get there. Due to this brilliant mission I would be staying in Bradford until the diamond is safe...which could take months. Fuck my life. 

"Have a nice visit, Isabella," he said out the window. 

I turned back around and lowered my sunglasses to the tip of my nose and winked. "Bradford bad boys meet the Bradford bad girl." 

"Mm," he licked his lips. "I cannot wait to get my hands on you."

"Oh darling," I teased. "Then we would both loose our jobs."

"No one needs to know of our little... endeavors," he says in his husky voice. "Now get in there so this mission can finally end."

"Very well," I smirked as I pushed my sunglasses up and turned on my heels walking into the jewelry shop. I put the ring in a box and held it in my hands. 

"Good morning," said a blonde as I entered. 

"Morning," I say. "Tis a ring for Zayn Malik?" Ugh I hated saying that name. I hated having to do any type of mission work with celebrities. It just never worked out and I was the one who usually ended up shot, because of their fragile personalities. Fuck celebrities. 

"Oh, yes," she continued. "I will take it."

Oh no you don't blonde fake Barbie. "No, I'm sorry, but the craftsman said that I should keep it with me until he arrives. Tis a special ring." 

"Okay," she almost stuttered at my refusal. "You can take a seat." 

"Thank you," I finished then went to the seats. I was sitting there for about a half an hour, and trust me I was ready to walk out until the store door opened. 

I stood up and smiled as I placed my sunglasses on the top of my head. "Hello," I said. I noticed Zayn's eyes open wide and then a smile appear on his lips. I went behind the glass case counter and placed the box on the table. "I believe your son ordered this gorgeous ring." 

"Yes," said Tricia, Zayn's mum. She was overjoyed with glee, but she'll never know what that diamond posses. 

"Here it is," I said and I watched Zayn as he tried to hide his laughing. Zayn of course has no idea that I'm an undercover secret agent, and he will never know. 

Tricia gasped at the ring and placed it on her finger. "Oh Zayn! Darling, I love it," she exclaimed. She embraced him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she said to me than begun to stare at her finger as she left the jewelry store. 

Zayn stayed behind. 

Why does he have to stay behind. 

Ugh. 

"Yes?" I question him. 

He just stares at me, "What's with the act?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Keep your cover. For damn's sake, Giselle, keep your cover. 

"What's with the Italian accent?" 

"I've been living in Italy," I lied. 

"Since this morning when we talked? Outside the cafe." 

Fuck. "Just leave me alone, alright." I went back to my English accent. He was too curious. I stepped in front of the glass counter and placed my sunglasses back over my eyes. 

Like I said before, they were always watching. 

I walked past Zayn and went outside. I went back into the taxi I arrived in, but that didn't stop the persistent Zayn. "Are you staying in Bradford?" He said past the window and I rolled the glass down. 

"Why do you care?" I was being mean on purpose. I just wanted him to go away. 

"I'm staying for the holiday," he said. 

"So?"

"So, maybe we can get together," he said. 

"Don't you have a boy band to get back too?" I shrugged, really giving him as much attitude as possible. "Drive," I said to George and he started the car forward. 

The car pulled away from Zayn and I was going to try my hardest for it to be the last time I talked to Zayn Malik. 

If only it would be that easy.

Get ready for an epic adventure! Please comment, like, and favorite!

Much love, Morgan xx

ps Follow me on Instagram [okaygeorgie] to see the exclusive cover of the brand new story: I Need A Hero

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