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?

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17. Meeting The Family

Zayn's P.O.V

I woke up at 5 in the morning. I had totally forgot where I was when I felt a warm, soft body curled up against me and I looked to see it was Isabella. That was when I remembered I had gotten her back and stayed the night with her. Oh shit. It's Christmas morning and Isabella has to open her presents then I have to hurry to Bradford to see my family. I had better wake up.

I kissed her lightly and rubbed my thumb along her cheek bone with my hand resting on the side of her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. I kissed her forehead and looked at her smiling. "Good morning beautiful." I said.

"Good morning." she said sitting up and stretching.

"Merry Christmas babe." I said pulling out a red, velvet box from under my pillow. 

She looked at what she was wearing and her eyes got wide. "Oh my god! Merry Christmas baby!!" she said and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around her and held her, breathing in her sweet perfume I had missed so much.

"Here." I said handing her the box. 

"Oh what's this?" she took it and opened it slowly as a smile formed on her lips. "Oh my gosh. Zayn I didn't get you anything though. I don't need it." 

"I don't ned anything babe. I have you back and that is all I need. Besides, I want you to have it. That's why I bought it." I told her putting it on her. 

"It's so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you baby." I said and kissed her.

Isabella's P.O.V

The necklace was gorgeous. It was silver and had a silver heart linked with a black one.  "I'll be right back." I told Zayn and walked down the hall into my grandmothers room. "Merry Christmas grandma!" I squealed and she instantly woke up and smiled at me.

"Merry Christmas Bella. How about we go open some presents?" she asked me.

"Ok." I smiled and went back into my room. "Come on." I said taking his hand and led him into the living room, sitting on the couch. My grandma was already in her chair and I handed her a box. She unwrapped it carefully and she smiled when she saw what it was. It was a picture of my mom, sitting in a church pew in her wedding dress, the stained colored glass showing down on her as the sun went through it. 

"Thank you." she said admiring it closely. "I love it."

I grabbed a present with my name on it and opened it up. When I peeled away the paper I saw new versions of the pictures from the box I had opened up earlier. "Thank you so much." I told her. We kept opening presents and everyone I got, I kissed Zayn so he wouldn't feel left out. I felt so bad that he didn't get anything.  "Oh and grandma, I have one more present."

"What is it?" she asked me. 

"I'll go get it. Zayn can you come help me?"

"Sure." he said and followed me. I walked up stairs and into a spare room that had the surprise in it. On a red fluffy bed laid the gray kitten, all curled up into a ball.  He just smiled up me and I picked up the kitten on the bed.  I walked down the stairs and told her to close her eyes before I gave her the kitten.

"Ok theyre closed she said. I walked over and placed the kitten in her lap. 

"Now grandma, I got you it for a reason. I'm going back to London." I admitted.

"What?" She asked for me to clarify.

"Huh?" Zayn said.

"I'm moving because I miss it. I mean I love being here but London is where I think I'm meant to be." I admitted.

"That's perfectly fine Bella." she said.

"Thank you." I told her.

"Um babe would you like to come to Bradford with me?" Zayn asked me.

"Yes! I'd love to!" I hugged him.

"Great. Then I think we should get ready." he said.

"Yea ok." I said and walked back to my room. I showered, put on some denim skinny jeans, mint green pumps, a mint green cardigan with a white tank top, and the necklace Zayn had put on my them applied nude lipstick  and went out to the kitchen as Zayn got ready. 

"When are you going?" my grandmother asked me.

"I was thinking like two days. I've found a two room place." I said taking a sip of coffee.

"Ok. So will you be staying the night in Bradford?" 

"I don't know. Probably." I told her.

"Ok."

"Ready to go babe?" Zayn asked me as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Yea. Bye grandma. Love you." I said kissing her cheek goodbye.

"Goodbye Ms. Breland. It was nice meeting you." Zayn smiled.

"It was nice meeting you too Zayn." my grandma smiled. "Well you two had better get going."

"Yea Let's go." I said walking out the door. Zayn unlocked his car that the guys left for him and we both got in.

"You're so beautiful." Zayn said and kissed me. 

I kissed him back and smiled. "Thanks. You're pretty handsome yourself." 

We pulled out of the driveway and made our way to Bradford which was a 81 mile drive. Most of the time we caught up on things when Zayn decided to call Simon. I had no clue what for until he put it on speaker. 

"Hello?" I heard Simon say.

"Hello Simon. I have a question." Zayn said.

"Ok what is it?"

"I was wondering, since I'm back with Isabella, if maybe she could be one of our stylists again." he asked. I looked at him with big, confused eyes and he just smiled at me. There was a pause on the line. 

"I don't see why not."

"Ok thank you so much." Zayn said.

"So is that all?" Simon asked.

"No. Thank you. Merry Christmas Si."

"Ok. Merry Christmas to you too. Goodbye." *click* the conversation was over. 

"Thank you so much." I told Zayn and kissed his cheek as he drove. 

"Anything for you." he smiled while keeping his eyes on the road but took a second to glance over at me.

"You're so sweet." I admitted.

"Thanks. You're sweeter." he said and rested his hand on my knee. He did fully learn how to drive and was quite good at it. "You're so beautiful."

"Suuuuuuure." I said sarcastically. 

"No. You are. Don't say that you aren't."

"What if I don't?" I smirked.

"Then, I guess I'll just have to tell you every second, of every day, until you believe me and I will just be very annoying." he said grinning at me.

"Well, I'm ok." I said. Before I knew it we were pulling up to a house. The door opened to show a little girl who stuck her head back inside and his whole family ran outside and hugged him as he got out of the car.  The second I got out of the car I got super nervous. What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm not good enough? All these what if's going through my head a mile a minute. I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking slightly, and stood up.

"Ok everyone, this is Isabella." Zayn smiled as he put his strong arm around my waist.

"Hello." I smiled and waved getting a little cold from the wind. 

"Isabella, this is my sister Doniya," he pointed to her and she waved. "Waliyha," he gestured to her and she smiled, waved, and said hi, "and Safaa." she smiled and said hello. "And thi-"

"I can introduce myself." his mom said. "Hello Isabella, I'm Trisha." she said and smiled big at me.

"And I am his father Yaser." he said. Kind of intimidating but he looked nice.

"Now let's get inside." his mum said. We all hurried in and it was a very nice house. The tree was fully decorated and looked beautiful. 

"Mum can we open presents now?" Safaa pleaded.

"I guess." she said. We were all on the floor and Safaa and Waliyha tore into theirs. "I'm sorry that we didn't get you anything Isabella. We didn't know you would be here."

"Oh no. It's ok. I have Zayn and that is all I need." I smiled and kissed his cheek making him smile and I saw everyone else smile.  We just finished presents, ate a very, very, very good dinner his parents made. 

"I love you." Zayn whispered into my ear as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I love you too." I smiled and turned around to kiss him. We pulled away, smiled at each other, and kissed again as Safaa walked in and scared us making me jump.

"Oops. Sorry." she giggled. I looked over at the clock on the stove and saw it was 10 at night. Time really flew. 

"Zayn where is your room?" I asked him interlocking our hands.

"Here, I'll show you." he said leading me back down a hallway to the door at the very end and opened up the door. It was just how he left it when he went to the X Factor. Red and black bedding, a dark dresser with pictures on it, and his walls had a bunch of his drawings on them. I walked around, my fingers tracing some of the lines, and I smiled at them. 

"I love them." I said softly and smiled over my shoulder at him.

"Thanks." He replied taking of his shirt to show his abs. My mouth watered at the sight. I just wanted to touch his abs. Kiss them. See sweat slightly on them as he makes sweet, dear love to me. But we can't. For a few reasons actually. One, we were at his childhood home. Two, I wasn't sure if he wanted to. And three, If, for some reason, he wanted to do it tonight, on Christmas night, in his childhood home, where his parents and siblings were, there was one reason holding me back oh so much and it was, when I reach my climax, I get loud. I took off my sweater, slid off my tank top, and remembered I hadn't packed any pajamas.

Zayn's P.O.V

As Isabella took her tanktop off I couldn't take my eyes off of her small, yet curvy, tan body. I admired her tattoo on her side and I loved the quote. And how it said 'But I Hope I'm Not Alone', I wanted to be there, go through things with her, and not let her be alone in this mad, crazy, cliché of a world. Where everyone has to be perfect. Get good grades, go to college, get married, live in a town house, and have two to four kids. I want to be with her, nothing but love and going against the rules, breaking them and going against the rules just to be young. Live forever young. With Isabella Noel Knite. Lately I've been hungry for her. I want her so badly. Just to see her beautiful body, bare and passionate. While on tour I needed to well, for fill my manly needs, I would go into my little nook bed, slide the door closed, and imagine her naked doing things only I will ever know. 

"Um Zayn?" she asked. I turned around and saw her in white boyshort panties and a white bra that had lace on it. I stared at her, taking it in. "Babe. My eyes are up here." she giggled.

"Oh um yea?" I said, my cheeks burning from being caught.

"Do you have a shirt I could borrow?"

"Yea." I smiled, walked over to my dresser and pulled out the Celtics jersey I got, tossing it to her. 

"Thanks." She said slipping it on leaving just her panties. I pulled the bed back, laid down, and she crawled in next to me. "Zayn, I have a question."

"What is it babe?" I asked, getting up to turn the lights off and joined her again.

"Well, do you want to....I don't know, maybe, show each other how much we love each other?"

"Yes. So much." I admitted. "But not here. When the moment is perfect."

"Ok." she said and we kissed, getting into it. I slid up the shirt a little then cupped her ass with my hands. She was on top of me and was grinding on me a little.

"Babe." I said, letting a moan escape my lips while she kissed my collar bone. I felt her smile and she kissed my abs, tracing her nail up and down lightly.  She instantly pulled up and snuggled into the blankets hiding her face. "Tease."I laughed. She giggled and curled into me. I want her so bad. Once we get back to London I plan on inviting her to my house, have rose petals, candles, the usual romantic thing, and do it that way. Make it meaningful.

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