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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26. Wires

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Zayn was yelling at the top of his lungs. Rosalind ran away, and Ross was killed by Harry's bullet.

Afterwards Harry came down the mountain and helped me with Zayn who was already freaking out.

"I told you," I started, my hair falling in my face. "We have to get you home."

"No you are going to kill me!"

"Trust me, mate, we are the last people on earth to kill you," said Harry.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Zayn was reaching another octave of noise.

"We already told you fifteen times," I spoke as I pulled on his arm as Harry pulled on his other arm. "I'm Giselle, he's Harry, and you're Zayn."

"How do you know so much about me?"

"We are top secret agents who work for the London Headquarters," said Harry and I rolled my eyes.

"Spies?! You're spies?!"

"Harry shut it," I grunted. "Come on Zayn, we aren't going to hurt you, but you need to get on the plane."

If you thought dragging him back to the plane would be enough difficulty, it wasn't. Getting him onto the plane was a new level of difficulty I never thought imaginable.

"Where are you going to take me?" His hands slammed down on the plane walls, holding onto the metal door frame. Harry was outside while I was inside trying to pull him.

"Back to London," Harry said, again not thinking what he was saying Zayn freaked out.

"Oh so you can do more tests on me?! I don't think so!"

"We aren't going to do tests on you," I said. "You live in London."

"I do?" Zayn's grip loosed and we were able to pull him inside and take him to the sofa. When he sat down I crouched down in front of him and he looked at me with confused eyes.

"Yes," I said.

"Your...eyes," he whispered. "Blue, they look so familiar."

I wanted to hope he was remembering, but I didn't think there was a chance. "Many people have my eyes," I said honestly as I stood. He held onto my wrists.

"No, yours are different. You have flecks of silver in your eyes, ugh, where have I seen them before." He was trying to remember but he couldn't.

"Maybe you'll remember," I said as I pulled from his grip. "Let's get you home, okay. Want some water?"

"Sure," he leaned back in the sofa, letting his head fall back.

I went to the mini kitchen and pulled a glass from the cabinet, I turned the tap on and let the clear water run into the cup. I quickly took a powder from an under compartment and pulled apart the tube and let the substance absorb into the water. Within seconds it was dissolved and I brought the glass back to him.

"Here you go," I handed him the cup and he took it.

"Thanks," he took a sip and exhaled.

"I have to go help Harry get the plane started," I said. "If you need anything, I'll be up front, okay?"

"Alright," I knew it was taking him everything he could to calm down and try except what is going on around him. Hence my usage for the powder substance.

I walked towards the cockpit and placed my headphones on as I sat down. I placed my thumb over the pad and soon the engine started as the woman welcomed me.

"So what did you give him?" Harry asked as he scanned his thumb.

"Midazolam," I answered as I powered up the radars.

"He'll be out fast," he smiled in my direction.

"Yes and you Mr. Styles, what are you going to do about your height issue."

"I'm already drugged," his smile grew wider.

"Now you are operating my plane?"

"Of course! No, I found some anxiety drugs in the cabinet. I should be good."

"Fantastic, now let's get this damn plane off the ground and get home."

"Sounds good to me."

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"We had to drug him. He was yelling and fighting with us," I said to Red. "Rosalind did something to him, we have to send him to the hospital unit."

Red exhaled loudly, "Alright. Harry you want to help--."

"No," I said sternly. "I'm going with him. If they regain his memory than he will be scared when he wakes up."

"Well Harry," Red started again.

"Lied to him, and I'm pretty sure that's the last thing he wants. A liar in his presence."

"She's right," said Harry.

"Whatever, just someone go," said Red and I was quick to go down the hallway and towards the elevators. Once landing we took the underground passage out of the airport and made our way to Headquarters.

Now I walked quickly to the hospital quarters, hearing Harry's footsteps behind me, I didn't want to slow down.

"Giselle, slow down," said Harry behind me.

I just shook my head until I reached the elevators. I pressed the down button more times than needed. The light just gleemed back at me, like it was telling me I wasn't going to reach the floor on time. Like the elevator doors would never open.

"Stop, stop it," said Harry as he pulled my hand away from the button.

"This is taking forever!" I groaned as I turned my head and saw the emergency staircase. Without thinking I ran to the stairs and ran down the steps.

"Ugh, Giselle!" Harry yelled after me. I didn't slow down not until I reached the third floor. I stopped at the door which brought me out to the hospital.

The same floor I spent three months in when I was in a coma. The same floor I've seen so many of my partners die. The same floor I saw my father die.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I replied blankly.

"Then why did you just stop here?" He was patronizing me, I didn't like it.

"Whatever," I said before I pushed through the door and the sound of yelling, screaming echoed throughout my ears where the smell of alcohol filled my nose.

I never wanted to return to this place. Never. Now I was back and this time Zayn was here.

"Agents?" A nurse asked us. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, we are looking for Zayn--," started Harry.

"I found him," I cut him off and went to a room on the other side of the floor. The door was closed, the lights off. It was the only room that seemed out of place and for some reason I felt that he was in that room.

I silently opened the door and saw the blue curtain pulled around the bed in the center of the room. I walked in further, quietly and pulled the curtain to the side. Zayn lay asleep on the bed. The duvet meeting at his waist, his shirt was off exposing numerous tattoos.

Wires reached from him to machines scattered across the room. I tried to look past the thin plastic coated wires and more closely at his tanned skin. His full lips, his long eyelashes. I wanted to get him out of here, but I no longer could help him.

"What are they doing?" I asked to no one in particular, just a question that I wanted to leave in the air.

"They are restoring his memory," said Harry, silently as he stood beside me.

"I didn't even know this was possible," I breathed the words.

"It is, but--," he sounded uneasy, "there's one side effect."

I looked towards Harry, "Which is?"

"He won't remember the last couple of weeks. He'll know us, he'll know you but only from his past."

This was the part that hurt. Zayn will never remember our kisses, our moment backstage when I confessed my self-harm. He'll never remember how he made me feel better by making me feel loved. He'll never remember himself making love to me and how we entangled ourselves in a drugged dream.

This is the part I would have to get used to.

This is the part I would have to be strong.

This is the part where I would continue to love him, and maybe he would begin to love me.

Right now my eyes can only ponder on his parted lips, his bare chest as the wires slowly brought back his memory, but not the memory we had together. That would be forever and always lost.

Oh my goodness, I'm in love with this chapter!! Please comment, like, and favorite!!

Much love and stay forever strong, Behati xx

ps: my fanmail address will only be open for a couple more weeks! I'm going off to school soon and I won't be home as much, so if you want for me to reply to your questions/fanmail/etc than send me mail!!!

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