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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12. Hypnotized

He held my hand tight. 

We walked up to the ledge of the skyscraper and with a small glance we both looked down at the ant size people below us on the boardwalk. The ocean spanned out in front of us and was our jumping grounds. The wind was rough, whipping my hair. 

I glanced at Zayn my eyes scanning over his dark jeans hanging on his hips low. His bare chest moving fast as he looked towards me. His eyes started own at our hands and then went to my high rise jean shorts and finally up to my same quick pulsing chest that was still covered with my black lace bra. 

"We have to hurry," I said quickly and then looking behind us to make sure we were still safe on the rooftop.

"Are you sure we'll be safe?" He asked me nervously. 

"Of course, besides you are with me. I wouldn't let anything hurt you, but if we stay on this rooftop any longer we'll both be dead." 

He gulped, "Why can't have a normal holiday, where I lay out on the beach and relax?"

"Uh, do I have to remember you again, that you are with me?" I heard a door slam open behind me and we both turned and soon we were surrounded at gunpoint. "Jump."

I pulled Zayn with me and soon we were soaring through the blue sky.

I woke up sweating. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked over at Zayn laying next to me. He was laying on his stomach completely oblivious to my panic. Which was exactly what I was doing. 

Were my dreams telling me something? Saying that everything will soon come to an end. I knew Zayn, and I knew he was stubborn and I knew that if I told him I needed to vanish in order to get away from everybody he would come with me. 

He would always come with me. 

I couldn't let him prolong this fear. Not knowing what would happen the next day or if someone would end up dead or lost. No. It all needed to go away. 

It was all my fault. 

I was the one who needed to go away. I wouldn't tell Zayn, I wouldn't tell anyone. 

I would do it now. 

I took a deep breath, placed my lips over Zayn's soft forehead before slowly exiting the bed. My silk night dress smoothed against my curves and I left the room and headed downstairs. I went to all the agency assigned equipment. 

I dug my way through it until I came across the metal, the thing that would make me vanish. 

I couldn't just walk away, because I knew I would find my way back to him. 

The sun was beginning to rise, the deep gold touching my skin. I faced the window, and watched as my body was absorbed in the warmth of the rising sun. 

My hand felt heavy as I lifted it closer and closer to my neck. And soon the coldness of the metal made my skin tingle. 

I could feel my tears appearing to form. I finally found the escape, the way to release myself. It was stupid of me to not figure it out before. I have put everyone through hell, and my mind was so fucked up. I couldn't control myself any longer.

I didn't deserve to be an Angel.

I didn't deserve to be loved by Zayn. 

I didn't deserve a lot of things, but I never stopped loving him. 

"I love you," I muttered before my eardrums exploded. 

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I shot up in the bed. The noise, the bang, was excruciating. It was so loud. I looked to my side and worry grew inside of me.

"Giselle?" I questioned? "Giselle?!" 

I threw the sheets off of me and ran around the bed towards the door. Everyone was appearing from their bedrooms into the hallway.

"What was that?" Liam asked.

"It--It sounds," started Harry. "It sounded like a gun." 

"Has anyone seen Giselle?" I asked all of them and they all just stared at me with blank stares. I grew frustrated and went downstairs quickly. 

"Zayn, wait!" I heard the others scream behind me. 

I went into the kitchen and saw nothing, so I went into the living room. I watched my feet, scared to look straight. 

That's when my bare toes touched warmth and redness. It had soaked its way into the carpet. I followed the red towards the skin, the perfect skin, the bullet size wound etched into her neck. 

I fell to my knees not caring about the wetness of the blood. My eyes scanned, my body staying still. I looked down her arm to see the silver gun laying near her fingers. 

Her hair was tangled and soaked. 

I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't understand. 

What had happened? 

Why? 

"Zayn?" It was Harry's voice. My ears have finally focused into my surroundings. I heard the girls crying, I hear stillness. 

I couldn't let her go. I couldn't handle life without her. We are both weak, which made us so good for each other. She was a part of me. How would I live when I would lay my clothes on her bed without her yelling at me? Maybe I would just kick a ball with my feet, making the time pass? Wait for her to breathe my name. 

Wait to feel her fingers scratch down my back? 

I was tired of waiting. 

I smoothed her hair back from her face and at the same time I reached for the same metal device. 

"Zayn!" It was everyone's voice, but I didn't hear or see what happened next. 

Everything went white and along with it I felt the warmth. The warmth I've been craving for such a long time. 

"Zayn?" I finally opened my eyes and felt the cloud of softness below me as I sat up next to Giselle on our bed. "Good morning." 

She smiled so perfectly. 

I looked around but it was complete white. 

"Where are we?" 

She giggled as she jumped off her bed, her long white dress flowing behind her. 

"Hmm?" She hummed as she placed her fingers under her chin. "Paradise? Neverland?" 

"Very funny," I also stood up and looked down at my white pants, my loose white shirt. 

"The real question is," she started. "What are we?"

"Okay what are we?" I looked towards her, walking around the bed and closer to her. 

Her teeth shined with whiteness. "We are Angels."

"What?" 

"I was always told that people with scars were angels trying to leave Earth because they wanted to return to Heaven. I've returned home," she showed me her healing cuts. 

"I didn't do that though. Why am I here?" 

"Zayn, you love me enough to take my cuts and make them yours. That's enough. You're enough, Heaven is enough." 

I took hold of her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Thank you for pulling the trigger." 

"Thank you for not giving up on me."

"I don't know what I would do without you." 

"You would move on eventually," she started. "But you would always come back to me. I would always wait for you." 

"I'm tired of waiting." 

"Then welcome home."

The End.

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