Army Of Two

You've found me right when I needed you the most. And now we are living on the love that we deserve, and you are going to have to heal me. When will there be time for me and you especially now that I'm suffocating under the borderlines of Canada, who wish to have me as their own? We need to run, jump, and hide because I'm no longer fighting for Simon or for the Angels, I'm fighting for you as you fight for me. Together we are an army to not be reckoned with, we are an Army Of Two. But this time the weather is hotter, the missions more dangerous and the sex has just gotten sweeter.
*Sequel to Baise-Moi*


11. Cameras

"Giselle what are you doing?" I turned towards Zayn's voice. 

"Changing the lightbulb."

"You've been changing that lightbulb for thirty minutes." 

I exhaled, "I'm placing cameras."

"For what?" 

"I need to know who did this, who is doing it." 

He walked closer to me, placing his hands over my shoulders. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't know what I'm thinking. I just know something is going on and I don't know about it." 

He kissed my cheek, "You'll figure it out." 

I smiled up at him. "I know I will." I snuck up on my tippy toes and touched his lips with mine. He tasted amazing, like butter and salt. "Did you just have popcorn?"

His turn to smile, "Yummy." 

I started to laugh and then gasped as he picked me up in his arms and brought me down the stairs. "It's movie night." 

"Okay," I giggled down the stairs and everyone was in the living room and they moved over as Zayn dropped me on the couch. "Harry still sleeping?"

"No," said Jeremy. "He's upset. He's taking it a bit harder than what I expected."

"He was basically hijacked," I said towards him. I had Louis sitting on one side of me and Vera on the other side. Alessandra and Niall on the floor. Zayn and Liam making popcorn, Rosalind next to Vera. 

"Giselle, what if you were hijacked? A powerful agent like you and you get hijacked? Not something someone would be proud of." 

"I'm not mad at Harry for being upset, but I just thought he would be on more of the vengeance side."

"I'm sure he is," he finished before Zayn and Liam came out with bowls of popcorn. 

A movie was placed inside the player and Zayn sat on the floor below me. "Did you honestly think you would sit on that couch without me?" He questioned me.

I rose an eyebrow and he quickly took hold of my ankle and pulled me to the ground. "Ouch," I playfully smacked him. 

He bit his bottom lip as he placed his arms around me from behind. His chin soon resting on my shoulder. 

The movie was slow and I soon fell asleep along with everyone else. 

The living room was filling with darkness, the only sound and brightness coming from the forgotten television. 


I woke up, but not in Zayn's arms like I remembered, but Harry's. 

My eyes widened as I quickly tried to release myself from his grasp. I ended up falling off the bed, making the loudest noise possible. 

"W-What?!" Harry shot up in bed, his brown curls covering his eyes. His chest was bare, lines from the sheets were inscribed into his arms and face. 

"What? How? Why?" I was trying to locate every word in my vocabulary and not one could explain what I was seeing. "What the fuck is going on?" 

Harry cleared his throat, and turned in the bed, letting his legs hang over the edge. "Nothing happened last night…between us…if that is what you are thinking."

"Of course that's what I'm fucking thinking." I backed up towards the wall below the window, bringing my knees towards me. 

"Well nothing happened. Fuck, Giselle, you're sleep walking. Every night too." He ran his fingers through his hair. "You always end up in my room, but I usually take you back to your bed or Zayn's. Last night though, you wouldn't leave. I tried to take you back and you refused. Instead you came into my bed and fell back asleep. What did you want me to do?"

"Oh I don't know," I started sarcastically. "Go find another bed, maybe?"

"You're being irrational," he started. "You're the one coming in here every fucking night. Scaring the shit out of me."

I looked away from him. "Sleep walking. I never sleep walk. I wonder what--."

"Don't think about the possibilities, you've placed all those fucking cameras all over the place for a reason." He fell back on the bed, placing his hands behind his head.

He was right. I got up form the ground. "Get a haircut," I said to him as I started to leave. I could feel his eyes burning into me. 

I ran down the stairs and reached for the laptop in the agency suitcases. I started it up, placing my thumb over the scanner and then I searched for all the cameras. 

Soon the video was playing and I watched with wide eyes as I saw myself get up from Zayn's arms and rummage through the agency bag. I narrowed my eyes, what was I looking for? 

I held it tightly in my hands and then walked up the stairs. My eyes flashed to different cameras and I watched myself go into Harry's room. I came up to the camera placed in his room and I disconnected it. 

I dropped my head in my hands, what was I doing? I brought my head up. It was me. 

I pushed myself away from the computer and back up the stairs. Everyone was outside on the beach, but Harry was still here.

"Harry," I breathed as I ran into his room.

He looked up at me, "Yea?" 

"I need to look at your back," I said.

He rose an eye, "My back?" 

"I--I think. Just let me look."

"Okay," he said slowly as he turned on his bed, throwing his phone to the side. 

"Lift your shirt." 

He was bare chested in front of me again but this time I pushed his head down and ran my fingers down his spine. Nothing.

"What are you looking for?" He asked. 

I shook my head. "Are you having headaches? Or do you constantly hear beeping?"

He turned his head and looked at me. "How do you know that?" 

I exhaled as I reached for the cloth filled with metal. It never left his room. 

"I'm not getting cut up," he said. 

"I've already been cutting you," I said. "Here." I took hold of his hand and brought his fingers behind his ear. "Do you feel that?"

"Yea," he muttered. 

"I don't know when I did it, but we need to get out. Now."

"Why? What is it?" 

"Well," I started as I pulled the scalpel free of its restraints. "Because you are hearing beeping. I have a strong feeling--."

"You can't be serious," he cut me off mid sentence. 

"It's possible," I said. 

He exhaled, "Fine, take the fucking bomb out of my head."

"I didn't say it was a bomb," I muttered.

"Well if it is," he started. "We are taking you to Headquarters cos this is ridiculous. I didn't think I was going to be Giselle's lab rat." 

"I don't know why," was the only thing I could say. It was the only thing closest to the truth. "I'm sorry, Harry, I really am." 

"I know," he whispered. 

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