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**


14. Who Needs Bond When You Have Giselle?

"Thanks," I said to Zayn as he handed me a bowl of hot soup. I wasn't used to this type of recovery. In fact, I hated it so much I left the hospital even though the doctor begged me to stay. I didn't have time for hospitals or doctors. Instead I returned to Bradford. 

Doctors were only good for one thing anyway: drugs. Things we couldn't get our hands on. Other than that we were expected to be back to normal within a couple of hours. 

"You really don't have to baby me," I complained to him as I blew air over the steaming bowl. 

"Giselle, you were poisoned." 

"Whatever. I need to know where Alessandra is, where they all are. You know they're all watching us right?" 

"Would you stop worrying?"

I narrowed my eyes and fell back in my seat almost spilling my soup. "I'm sure you hate this as much as I do." 

"What are you talking about?" He exhaled as he looked at me. 

"You never signed up for this and I never signed up to be your babysitter," I said through my teeth.

"Then don't! I don't know where this fucking diamond is that almost the entire world wants. Why--?" He stopped mid-sentence, his mouth half open, eyes wide. "I know where the diamond is." 

I quickly placed the bowl on the side table and jumped off the couch and over to the chair he was sitting. I placed my hand over his mouth. "Shut up. This place could be crawling with bugs."

He pulled my hand off his mouth, "I got it, but you didn't need to literally straddle me." 

I look down and see that I was straddling his legs and gave him an awkward smile as I started to get off, but he stopped me. He placed his hands over my ass, and usually I would smack, punch, and almost murder the person, but this was different. This was Zayn. 

The Zayn who took part in my--our complicated life. I looked down into his chocolate eyes as he looked up into mine. He glided his one hand up the length of my body and let it lay over the side of my face. He started to pull me closer, even though I didn't want this. 

Agents never fall in love. They never have 'relationships'. Sure I've been with plenty of guys and George was my almost everything. We were planning on leaving the agency to get married, relax, have children. It didn't work out that way, and instead George was transferred and I stayed at the main London Headquarters. We were still agents, always undercover, but as he worked for a different position I kept the same. 

I was wanted by too many countries to be pulled, tugged, and placed in a different position.

Now Zayn was pulling me closer and I knew that we were being watched. I knew that whoever they were would take Zayn and keep him captive as I melted trying to find him. 

But...he was so intoxicating. Like I could breath him in, like he could ruin my body as I burned into nothing. 

Our lips were so close. Close enough I could feel his breathing lightly touch my bottom lip. It made me shiver and I so badly wanted him to make that one last move and touch his lips to mine. I wanted him in every possible, extraordinary way. Please just kiss m--.

"Agent Giselle Claudeta? Urgent message from London." 

We both exhaled as the television brought up the Headquarters symbol. I got myself off of him and turned towards the television. 


"Name?" The television replied in a fake female robot voice. 

"Didn't it already say your name?" Zayn asked behind me. 

"It's a test," I muttered. "Giselle Marie Jacqueleen Adreanna Claudeta."

"Very good," the voice replied. "Receiving message."

"That's your name?"

"Surprised?" I smirked back at him. "Marie, Jacqueleen, and Adreanna are my past great grandmother, grandmother, and mother. They were all secret agents."  

"Your mum?" 

"Yea, but she's retired and that's why I watch over her. She's still a target." 

"Giselle," my name was being called from the television. I looked back to see Red from headquarters. 


"You attracted quite the audience," he said as he lifted the London Post. The words: Gun Outbreak At American Charity Event In London.

"Fuck," I muttered. 

"You got that right. Worst part is that they know Boy Band Boy was there too." 

"So? He's with me," I shrugged.

"You don't get it," he said. "He's part of a boy band. Vera, Rosalind, and Alessandra I'm sure are already going after the others."

"What should we do?" I crossed my arms. 

"We already did our job," he said. "Boys?" 

The camera angle changed and four other boys appeared. 

"What?" Zayn got up from the chair and walked next to me. 

"Lou stop messing with Harry," said a boy with light brown hair. 

"I'm starved. Is there food anywhere?" A boy with bleached blond hair complained. 

"Niall you just ate," said the lighter brown haired one who was disconnecting the other two from going into a smacking fight.

"They are part of this band?" I looked from the screen to Zayn. 

"Unfortunately," said Zayn as he rubbed the top of his head. "Hey guys," he said and then--like magic--the boys stopped and looked at the screen, right at us. 

"Zayn?" The blond one questioned as he got up and walked closer to the screen. Next came the other three and soon they were all smashed together, trying to look at the screen. 

"Where are you?" The brown haired one asked.

"I'm still in Bradford, Liam," Zayn replied. Alright there's one name. Light brown hair, brown eyes = Liam.

"What are you still doing there mate?" The dark haired one asked, the one messing around with the curly haired. Oh my gosh, my brain was going into a frenzy. "Weren't you supposed to be back like almost a week ago?" 

"Yea, but things got complicated," replied Zayn. 

"We can see that," said the curly haired one with a flirtatious voice. " 'Ello."

"Cut it out Harry," said Liam. 

Curly hair = Harry. So the other brown haired one with the greenish eyes = Louis. Which makes the blond one = Niall. So if I'm correct, it's Niall, Harry, Louis, Liam, and Zayn. 

"What's going on Zayn?" Liam asked. 

"Ah, Giselle will explain that when she returns to London," said Red, returning onto the screen, and I almost choked. 

"What? I just got out of the hospital for atropine poisoning," I complained, not like it was a big thing, but I knew where this was going. I was definitely not babysitting a bunch of immature boy band pop stars. 

"Atropine poisoning?" Louis asked. "Who is this girl?" 

"Wouldn't you like to know," I muttered, but not loud enough for them to hear. 

"Anyway, you have a new mission," continued Red. "We've moved the diamond, and since Alessandra already expected it to be in one of Zayn's earrings we did in fact move the diamond into a stud. It should be arriving--ah," an employee walked up and handed him a small box. He opened it and showed the diamond earring to us. "They'll think it's still in Bradford--."

"What about my mum," said Zayn. "I'm not stupid. I know the diamond was in the ring I bought her." 

"She will continue to be watched, and you have my promise Zayn nothing will happen to her," said Red. "Now then, the jet should be there soon. Can't wait to have you back home." He smiled than disconnected the signal and soon we were watching a black screen. 

"What the fuck is going on?" Zayn asked me. 

"I have no idea," I replied, "but I guess we should get packed." 

As we walked up the stairs Zayn stayed beside me until we reached the top. He placed his hand on my waist and I turned towards him. Without thinking, without knowing, he placed his lips on mine pushing me against the wall. I placed my hands on his shoulders as he slowly pulled away. Our lips releasing at the last possible second. 

"You didn't think I would forget about that kiss, did you?" He whispered with a slight smile. 

"I was hoping you didn't," I smiled back. 

"Good because your kiss, your lips Miss Bond, are irresistible." 

"Miss Bond?" I narrowed my eyes, and then with a smile, "who needs Bond, when you have Giselle?" 

Goodness the boys are coming!!! I hope you enjoyed! 

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Much love, Morgan xx

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