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*

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2. Finding Her

This is the sequel to my fanfiction: Baise-Moi. Please read Baise-Moi before this one. Thank you!

Zayn's POV

"For fuck's sake! Just stop, please for the love of God, just fucking shut up!" I was screaming to the top of my lungs, yelling at my band mates...and everyone else at our house party.

A couple months ago after everything happened with secret agencies and every fucking spy in the world joined in on our lives, we were relocated. Simon thought it was for the best. I honestly didn't care if he would've told me to suffocate myself in a plastic bag, I was useless. I was always angry and I can tell I'm starting to get the boys worried.

Now the music turned down to a low hum as our shared home was motionless with tons of pairs of eyes staring back at me.

"Zayn," I heard Harry say and he soon walked out of the crowd and placed his hand on my shoulder, pushing me away from the crowd.

He brought me into the kitchen, with food all over the floor and girls sitting on our counter. I felt disgusted. But he kept pushing me and brought me to the back porch, the sticky air of August melting into my skin.

It was silent outside, someplace I could think and I liked it, but it didn't stop me from arguing. "I told you that we shouldn't have a party."

He exhaled, "Zayn it has been eight months since you seen her, maybe it's time to start looking."

"You don't think I've tried?!" I yelled at him. "I look for her every fucking day! You're the agent why don't you go to Headquarters and find her!"

"Zayn be quiet," he warned me. "I really don't feel like washing memories tonight."

"Okay then wash one. Mine. I want to forget her. Come on Harry, can't you just put me in one of those machines and erase my memory. Any and every memory of her?"

"Zayn I would never do that."

"Why not?! She's only been and everlasting nuisance and pain in my ass and she's not even here!"

"She means too much to you!" He yelled and I almost stepped back. "Damn it Zayn, you don't think I haven't looked for her? I have but she's off the grid. What was the last thing she said to you? Maybe you overlooked something?"

I pulled my iPhone out of my back pocket and went through my past searches. "All I remember is her saying something in another language," I tried to repeat the syllables of the words she said to me, but they came out jumbled.

"Dosvedanya na zakate?" Harry said in perfect dialect. "It's Russian, it means 'we will meet again at sunset.' Why sunset? Does it mean anything to you?"

"Not really," I said shrugging my shoulders. "I thought it was just one of those cliches like I look at the moon and she'll be looking at moon, so we'll both be looking at the moon together. Blah, blah, blah."

"No, that's not how Giselle works. Zayn you need to start thinking like her, or better yet start thinking in code," he turned away, but continued to talk. "I'm going to contact HQ and see if they can tell me anything about a 'sunset.'"

Wait. Sunset. Sunset. Oh.

"Harry," I said aloud and he turned around.

"Hmm?"

"It's a code, but not a play on words or anything like that, it's a landmark."

"Landmark?" On of his eyebrows rose, I literally thought out of the people in the world Harry would know what I was talking about.

"Yes. Harry I need you to call Simon."

"I told you Zayn, he won't tell you where she's located," he rolled his eyes.

"No, I need him to get my passport ready."

Harry looked taken aback, "What?"

"I know where she is," I smiled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was throwing anything into my duffel bag. I would meet up with security at the airport and they would take me across the great blue ocean. It was fool proof--no fans know about my trip and therefore I won't be bombarded with cameras either.

I had a smile on my lips, almost the entire morning. Until now anyway.

"Zayn why in the bloody hell do you think I'm going to let you leave this country?" Simon's harsh tone came from the doorway.

I turned towards him, threats on the tip of my tongue. "I need to see her," I simply said. "I can't take it here, I feel like I'm going mad."

"That makes two of us," he said under his breath but loud enough for me to still hear him. "Anyway, I can't let you go. You and the other boys start your tour in September. It's already August--."

"Which is exactly why I need to see her!" I was starting to yell again. "It's been eight months! Eight bloody months! You can threaten me with the band and the tour but you cannot keep me from getting to her."

"This was worse than what I thought," he said again obviously to himself.

"What?" I snapped.

"Giselle," he started. "She...she's changed. Zayn she's gotten into some pretty nasty things where she's been relocated."

"What? Where's the other girls--the Angels--to keep her safe?"

"They try and help, but they can't anymore. She's gone, Giselle is lost in her own world."

"I'm leaving," I said sternly placing my duffel bag over my shoulder.

"No, this is why you can't be with her. She needs to fix her problems on her own, just like every secret agent."

"Simon's right," said Harry as he leaned against the door frame. "Whenever there is something personal happening to ourselves, the agency gives us a few days to sort it out, but in reality that stuff isn't supposed to bother you. Which means--."

"Which means," Simon interrupted. "She needs more time."

"No," I said back. "She needs me. As much as you think you know her you don't, Simon. Giselle self-harms herself, did you know that? I was the only one who could make her stop and now, with the things you just told me, if you don't let me board that plane she'll show up on your doorstep dead."

His eyes widened. "I know my agents--."

"Not well enough," I spoke through my teeth.

"What if I told you no?"

"Then I would find another way to get there."

He exhaled, and then a small booklet appeared from his back jeans pocket. The dark color was beaten up and dirty, from its long abuse. He held it out to me--my passport.

"I won't tell you where she is," he warned me.

I walked closer, grabbed my passport from his hand and looked back into his cold stone eyes, "I already know where she's at."

I walked around him and towards the stairs. The house was trashed from last night. Empty red plastic cups lay all over the floor, a half naked girl was sleeping on the couch and in the midst of this disaster I saw Louis hugging a stuffed bird in his arms as he slept on the floor. I glanced out onto the patio and saw Niall laying in the hot sun, his feet in the water of the pool as he slept off his hungover.

"She told you, didn't she? Giselle told you where she was located." It was Simon's voice as he followed me.

"No, I figured it out on my own. 'Dosvedanya na zakate'," I quoted the words to the best of my ability.

"Clever," he said simply.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "Harry make sure you get Niall inside, you don't want him to get sunburned."

"Will do and Zayn? Good luck."

"Thanks," I smiled.

"You have two weeks," Simon warned me.

I didn't say anything in return but just turned and headed for the front door. A taxi was already waiting for me and I entered the back seat and spoke to the driver, "Heathrow Airport."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Good morning Mr. Malik," the assistant at the desk welcomed me. I was in the private part of the airport where celebrities who need to get out of the country quickly and fast and without paparazzi. "Where are you headed?"

"America."

"Okay I will set up a private plane for New York City," she said sweetly.

"I need a connecting flight," I said and she looked up at me. "To California."

"Very well, sir," she smiled. "Will that be a round-trip?"

I thought about what Simon said, how I only had two weeks. I should get a round-trip and listen to my mentor, but my mouth said differently. "One-way."

"Okay, and passport?" I gave her the booklet and she swiped the card through the scanner. My passport was stamped an then she gave it back to me. "Have a nice flight. I'm sure you know to follow security?"

"Yes, thank you," I picked up my duffel bag, threw it over my shoulder and then met with security. They brought me to a glass door, a door that would take me out onto the concrete field and where I would be brought to my plane.

I walked up the steps and straight into first class. I was given a cubicle where I could sleep and relax for my extended flight, but I knew I wasn't going to be doing any of those things. Instead I threw my duffel bag onto the seat and sat down, placing my head in my hands, dragging my fingers threw my hair.

"Zayn?" I heard my voice and I looked up. I smiled at the familiar face, with green eyes and red hair.

"Hi Ed," I said back to him.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"So where are you headed?" Ed asked me as we talked over plane-food dinner.

"California. You?"

"I have my east coast tour, nothing big. What's in California?"

I smiled with just the thought of her.

"It's a girl, isn't it?" He asked me, his cheeky grin appearing on his lips.

"Giselle," I said simply, her name tasting like honey on my lips. "Her and I went to school awhile back...."

I continued to tell Ed about Giselle and I. How we hated each other, but how our hate turned to love. I left out her being a secret agent, but Ed seemed pleased with my most recent confession and obsession.

I hope you will enjoy the sequel to Baise-Moi, this one is going to get crazier, but that makes it exciting. Also anyone who hasn't Kik-ed me for the surprise, this was the surprise! So enjoy and please comment, like, and favorite! 

Much love, Morgan xx

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