Mission Unintended

Agent Isabella Noel Knite works for a record company as a spy. In the music business a spy is someone who steals someone else's songs. She has been assigned to go undercover at Syco and steal One Directions songs from their next album. Will she succeed for her job or end up falling for someone at the wrong time? She doesn't know what to choose. Her job that could make or break her or the chance for true love with a guy in high demand?


9. Back

Mr. Star's P.O.V

God damn that little slut. She had one assignment. ONE. But no, she just has to fall inlove with that fucking man whore. DAMN HER!!!!! I'll get that slut back. Infact, I know just where she is today. And..... I never got to have sex with her like I wanted. Guess I'll just have to drop by.

Isabella's P.O.V

I woke up that morning with Zayn still fast asleep since we had the day off after their interview, took a hot shower, put on light washed destroyed skinny jeans, a white and gold striped flowing shirt, white pumps, and my teal and gold watch and ring. As my hair was still damp, I put it in a french braid and did a little makeup then meeting the guys out in the living room. 

"Hey Haz." I yawned as I walked into the kitchen.

"Morning Ink. Want some cereal?" he asked me opening a cupboard full of cereal boxes.

"Chocolately delight please." I said getting out a bowl and milk. He handed me the box and I poured everything into the bowl. "Thanks."

"Yea. So since we have a radio thing you just wanna stay here? We're going to my pretty busy." Harry said sitting down.

"Yea I guess." I said checking my hair for split ends. I saw one and pulled it out, a pinch of pain reacting to it, and felt strong arms around me while I was mid-chew on a bite of the cereal.

"Good morning Isabella." Zayn whispered into my ear.

"Morning." I giggled taking another bite. "Don't you have to leave in like..." I looked at my watch. "30 minutes?"

"Oh shit you're right.!!!! Wanna come help me get dressed?" he asked winking at me. 

"Keep it in your pants Malik." Harry said to Zayn.

"I'll have my boxers on." Zayn laughed back.

"I'll help." I laughed. We walked back to Zayn's room and I sat on the bed as he raided the tiny closet.

"Ok so what do you think?" Zayn said holding two shirts up. One was a vintage Rolling Stones shirt, the other a black t-shirt and varsity jacket. 

"Ummmmmmm. Shirt and  a leather jacket. Could be cold and if not just leave the jacket off." I said

"Good point." he laughed and kissed my forehead. He just stripped down to his boxers and I tried not to say anything. I just started and he saw me. "Sometime later." he winked at me. 

I laid back on the bed and in an instant all the guys piled on top of me. "Get....Off..Can't.........breathe." I panted.

"Ok get off my girlfriend. That's my job sometime later." Zayn said trying not to laugh.

"Wait what about the fútball match?" Niall asked.

"Once we get back." Liam assured him.

"Ok." Niall pouted. 

It was time for the guys to go so I kissed their cheeks goodbye, kissing Zayn on the lips, and just sat on the couch, my knees to my chest, playing Flow on my phone. I heard a noise so I ignored it thinking it was Paul or someone. The bus driver had gotten off to walk around and went inside with Paul. The door opened and Mr. Star walked in.

"Hello Ms. Knite." he said with a devilish grin spread across his face.

"How the hell did you get here?" I asked bluntly, locking my phone and setting it down.

"My car. Dumb slut. The door was unlocked and you know it isn't a very long drive from London now is it? I just dropped by to pay my ex-employee a little visit." He walked to me and sat next to me, tape in hand. "Now, you let me do whatever I want," he slid my shirt up a little. "Or I tell everyone your little spying secret and we don't want that now do we?"

"No. We. Do. Not." I said totally pissed yet almost crying.

"Take me to a bedroom." he said pulling my hair.

"Oww."I whined as I walked to my room under his command, watch and strong grip. 

"Strip." he ordered me. I took off all my clothes and stood there, my legs crossed and my arms over my busty chest. I had so much pressure in my head I just blacked out for about five minutes. I woke up to Mr. Star going in and out as me hard and I cried out for help but my mouth was duct taped. I was pounding on the walls and screaming my best. The bus door slammed open and Paul kicked my door down. He must have known what was going on by the pleading in my eyes. He knocked Ryan down and got him into some kind of hold as I had a blanket around myself crying. I called the police and they were here instantly to take him away. "I'll get you!" he yelled at me. As he was in the car and I was being questioned I saw all the guys come out, staring at everything.

"ISABELLA!!!!" Zayn yelled pulling me into his arms. I just stood there in Zayn's arms, a sheet wrapped around me, crying into Zayn's neck. My nails were digging into his back but he didn't seem to care. He carried me into the bus, ran a bath, and just kneeled there, on his knees, bathing me slowly with tears running down his cheeks. Once that was over he dried me off softly, carried me to my room, where I put on my panties, a bra, a Manchester United jersey, and black shorts. I could tell Zayn was tired so we just laid on the couch watching t.v. while we took a nap. Me on the outside with my head buried in Zayn's chest and his arm around me holding me up so I wouldn't fall off. 

As I napped the event ran through my hand and wouldn't stop. It was like a merry-go-round sped up and not stopping.  I need to tell Zayn before one of us get hurt.

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