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*


6. You Are My Reality

I was sitting in the one of the many destroyed beach chairs, watching the sun fall lower and lower out on the watery horizon. I had finally escaped from Zayn, yelling at him saying I was fine without him. Of course I regretted ever saying anything, and the dried black tears proved it. Instead as I made my way to the roof, I slipped a sharp piece of metal into my back bottom and now that metal was making a thin line along my thigh. 

Zayn looked too closing at my wrists anymore, and I thought that placing the red lines on my thigh would be easier to cover, but at this present time…I didn't care. I just wanted the pain to go away and the numbness to take over. The razor was covered in blood as I let it drop to the floor, the sound of metal hitting concrete was burning my eardrums. 

The ends of my hair were wet from my tears and as I sat there with the loudness and laughter coming below me, I thought about how I got to this very point. Why did I do this to myself? It's a question I ask myself everyday, but never having the answer. 

Instead of my memories flooding to when I first picked up a razor or when I first swallowed LSD, my thoughts raced back to secondary.

~~~~~3 years ago~~~~~

"Who's that?" Gabriella asked beside me, during lunch. 

Summer was over, and school has begun. I was sixteen, not really knowing myself except that I was special. Well that's what my mum always told me. She always convinced me to go to these deadly training courses where I always went home with more bruises then the previous week and that started when I was seven.

"Zayn," I said to her. 

"Wow he changed this summer."

She had no idea. Zayn lived next door to me, and always forgot to close the curtains in his windows when he came home from swimming. I tried forever not to look, but it was hard not too, until he caught me. Since then I didn't look at him, and never went over to his house to hang out with his sisters. 

I didn't care anymore, this was my year. And it was. 

The beginning of the year went slow, with me getting detentions, suspensions and everything else, but they wouldn't dare expel me. Because the school knew exactly who I was and now I knew who I was. In training to be a secret agent, and it's hard not to tell everyone. 

Gabriella was no longer my friend, because now I was considered 'popular', I don't know why, but that's the crowd I joined. Walker was now my best friend and yes she's a girl. My mum is gone now and I lived alone with the watchful eye of the agency. They were all around me, teachers, the janitor even some of the students. If I would mess up or blow my cover I would be taken from anywhere. I would no longer be Giselle from Bradford but some other girl with a different name, different accent, everything I once owned…gone. 

Sure it was scary but this is my life and I accept it.

"Giselle? Earth to Giselle?!" Walker was screaming my name as we stood in the hallway waiting to go to our next class. 

"What? Sorry, daydreaming." 

"I know, you've been doing that a lot more lately. Anyway I want you to meet someone."

"What about math?" 

"You, Giselle Claudeta, are afraid of skipping class?" A smile appeared on her face and I returned it.

"Of course not, let's go." Soon we were walking together, our elbows locking as we continued down the hallway. "So who are we meeting?" 

"You'll see."

I trusted her, I did, until we turned the corner and there stood a familiar boy in front of me. His back turned in his dark blue jumper and his hands stuffed inside the pockets.

"He's quite wild," Walker finished beside me. 

I stopped, standing my ground. "Walker, no."

"Why?" She complained.

"I don't like him."

"You've never met him!" And before I could protest she yelled ahead. "Zayn! Zayn over here!" 

He turned around and smiled at us.

"Hey Walker," he started. "Giselle? Is that you? It's been what, a couple months?"

He was making fun of me, he knew exactly who I was, and what I saw through his curtains. It wasn't my fault he kept his curtains open! 

"Hi, Zayn," I choked out. 

"I guess you do know him," Walker muttered beside me. 

"We're neighbors," Zayn smirked and I wanted to smack it off his face. I was trained, not fully, but enough to know what to do to hurt him, but right now I just really wanted to run away. 

Thankfully the headmistress was my safe haven. "Students!" She yelled at us. "Get to class this instant!" 

Soon we were all running towards our classes and then within minutes I was sitting in my maths class, with nothing but embarrassment flushing my skin color. 


I was leaving school, only a short walk and I would be home, then I was off to training. As I left the school, and started to cross the street I was stopped abruptly by the motorcycle of the one and only Zayn Malik. 

"Watch where you're fucking going!" I shouted as I kicked the front of his bike. 

"Fuck," he said behind me as I turned away from him. "You smashed in the entire front."

"Next time watch where you're going," I repeated without looking back at him.

"Maybe I should watch you the way you watch me."

I stopped and slowly turned on my heels. Why is he doing this to me?  

"I know you saw me, multiple times."

"It's not my problem that you don't know how to pull your curtains together." 

He shrugged, "Maybe I wanted you to see me."

"You're disgusting." I turned back around and continued home, not stopping anymore. 

I turned the knob of my front door and slammed it shut behind me. Mum was somewhere in the world doing a mission. I placed the filled tea kettle over the stove waiting for it to whistle when there was a knock on the front door. I groaned before walking closer and looking through the peephole and I saw Zayn. Looking as 'cool' as ever. 

I rolled my eyes as I spoke through the wood.

"Did you get yourself locked out?" I said to him. 

"No one is home and I don't have a key."

"Sucks to be you," I smiled, still looking through the peephole. 

"Please Giselle? We can play Scrabble or something," he smiled into the little hole.

"You think I fall for that?" 

"You've always had, besides I know how much you love me, and you wouldn't let someone you love sit out in the cold would you?"

"Yes," I said stubbornly. 

"Fine," he groaned before turning around and when I thought he left I looked down and saw him sitting on the porch steps. He pulled his jumper closer to his body. 

"Ugh, the agency is going to kill me," I groaned as I opened the door. "Come on, but you touch me and I kill you with my bare hands." It was a legitimate threat, because I knew how to do it. 

"I promise to never lay a pinky on you," he put his palms up in front of him. He walked past me and I exhaled as I closed the door behind him. "So where's your Scrabble board?" 

"You were serious?"

"Nah," he crossed his arms. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

"What--?" But I was cut off with the kettle whistling from the kitchen. I walked after it and turned the stove off. I picked up the kettle and poured steaming water into my mug, placing the kettle back on the stove. I reached for the sugar, but stopped abruptly. 

My breath caught in my throat as I felt his fingers run up my arm. 

"I-I was serious about m-my threat," I stuttered. 

"Shh," he hummed. "I know exactly what you want. You know you could've jut asked." 

"You were one of my best friend's brother," I was growing more brave. 

"You haven't really talked to her," he muttered into my ear, my knees growing weak. "So I guess you're all mine." 

My eyes fluttered close for just a second as his lips made contact with the skin on my shoulder. "W-we shouldn't."

"Hush," he said as he spun me with his hands on my waist. My hands stopping on his chest. 

I managed to get free from his grip, but he firmly caught my arm. "Let go." 

"You don't mean that," he smirked.

"Yes, I do."

But he pulled me back, his one hand on my waist as he pulled the collar of my shirt away and kissed my collarbone. His lips moved up my neck, my hands escaping to his hair. A small moan grew in my throat and soon I had no choice but to completely release my gasp. 

"Kiss me," I muttered, and soon his lips stopped moving and he was looking into my eyes, before he pulled me even closer and kissed me fiercely on my lips. He kissed me like he's been dying to, like it meant everything to him. I was so lost in his kiss I didn't realize him unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders. 

My school uniform halfway off as he broke from my lips, "Please give yourself to me," he spoke with his forehead against mine. 

I swallowed, my breathing heavy and fast as I nodded, "I'm yours." 

"Thank god," he moaned as his kisses collided with my chest and down my stomach. I felt his fingers along the hem of my plaid skirt as he forcefully pushed it to the floor. His fingers ran up and down my bare legs as his lips touched my hot center.

"Oh," I gasped as my hand stopped in his hair. This feeling he was placing on me was extraordinary, and I wanted to scream with pleasure and soon I did. "Zayn!" I screamed. 

Just when I thought I was reaching a high peak he took me off my feet and dropped me to the floor. Laying on my clothing I noticed his still fully clothed body. I pulled at the fabric but he stopped me. 

"Slow down," he muttered. "You don't want to go to fast for your first time." 

I swallowed at his words, "It isn't my first time."

"You're a terrible liar," he smirked. 

"Seems to only you I am." 

"Good, cos I never want you to lie to me. Damn it Giselle, I've liked you for a long time, and I've tried to talk to you but with that one time through the window." 

"Ugh, that's so embarrassing!" I brought my hands up to my face.

"No," he chuckled, pulling my hands away. "It's not embarrassing, I find it cute. But now let me do what I've wanted to for so long." 

I nodded, "I want you to." 

He gave a small smile before he pulled his shirt over his head. He unzipped his jeans but did nothing else except kiss every part of me possible. I moaned continually as his fingers touched my skin, making his touch burn with pleasure. The temperature in the kitchen was raising and quickly. 

I was so hot, wanting him in every way possible. I knew as he pleasured me I was being watched. I knew the agency was going to try and use him against me. I didn't care, I didn't care that the cameras in my house were showing everything that was happening in high definition, I just wanted Zayn. The person I've wanted in every single way possible. Now I could, and I was going to cherish this moment. 

"Zayn, please, I-I can't wait any longer," I moaned, my back arching as my hips grind into his hard erection. I was surprised by his size through his jeans and I was instantly intimidated. 

He pushed my hair back as his other hand pushed his jeans further down his backside. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I breathed. 

He swallowed, "I'm not going to lie, Giselle. This is going to hurt and I will try my hardest to not make it."

"Stop talking, please just do it," I whimpered as I looked up at him. 

"Keep your eyes on me," he said as he lifted himself, my one leg on his shoulder as I felt the tip of him run along my entrance. Slowly he started to intrude inside of me.

I gasped from the pain as my eyes closed. I could feel him move further and further inside of me. "Stop," I breathed and he stopped. "Wait." 

I knew he was probably nowhere inside of me like he should be, but it hurt so badly.

"Giselle you need to relax, calm down. Give me your pain."

I did as he said and dug my nails into his shoulders. I started to relax as I nodded, "Okay, but slowly." 

He looked down in between us as he lifted himself slowly out of me and then back inside. I felt a small amount of wet, warm liquid touch my skin and I looked down, following Zayn's gaze. 

I gasped as I noticed the blood that outline his erection. 

"It's alright," he soothed. "It's completely normal, but I can feel you tensing. Relax." 

He pushed my head back down to the ground as he nuzzled his face into my neck. My nails scratching up and down his back with force. 

With the pain almost gone, I felt like I was on a high. I just wanted more.

"Faster," I first said to him, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I was waiting for you to say that," he breathed over his thrusts which were growing faster and more deeper. 

I groaned, my head falling, my back arching as Zayn took my innocence. I was completely his, exactly what I wanted to be. As our love continued the kitchen windows fogged and my cup of tea stayed warm from the temperature the sex created. 


"Good luck," I said to Zayn as he got into his mum's car. "Call me."

"You know I always will," he smiled as he kissed me again. 

"I know you'll do great," I smiled back. 

"I--," he started but his mum caught him off.

"Zayn we need to go, auditions are starting soon." 

"Bye, babe," he kissed me again. 

"Bye." And soon the car was pulling away as I stayed behind. I headed back inside my house, and sat at the kitchen table with my mobile sitting in the center. 

Minutes turned into hours and yet a call never came. What was going on? He promised. Then it hit me as the last hour came to an end, before I looked up at one of the cameras nailed to the wall.

"You did this," I said into the camera. "You are doing this to me!" 

Soon my mobile rang, but it wasn't Zayn. It was Headquarters. 

"Zayn was a distraction," said Simon. 

"You're wrong," I said back. 

"I wish I was, but we needed him out of the picture."

"Why?" Tears were threatening me, but I forced them back.

"I have a job for you. Prince William needs a bodyguard. It's your first mission, I wouldn't ignore it." 

"Fine, but Simon, I will find Zayn again. You can hide him as much as you want, but I will find him."

"No worries, Giselle," he started. "I have the perfect job for him and I'm sure it won't be the last time you see him." 

Within weeks I saw Zayn performing on the X Factor just like he planned and he got through, for obvious reasons. Simon knew him, and would keep him. I found him again, but by that time I wanted nothing to do with him, because he became something I didn't want a part of. He became famous, something I could never become or play around with because it might just be the death of me. Murder, suicide it was all the same to us agents. Zayn radiated off death and therefore I stayed away. The agency destroyed any type of love I could offer, and that's exactly what they wanted. 

And they got it. 

~~~~Present Day~~~~

"Giselle?" Zayn's voice filled my ears, releasing me from my memories. 

"Y-You were my first," I breathed. 

He crouched down in front of me. "I know, I've never forgotten." 

"It was Simon's plan for you to get through X Factor. He knew about us and he took you away. I always blamed you because he forced me to. Agents can't fall in love it's not in our criteria. We are supposed to murder, kill, and save the day but to never fall in love. But I did. I fell in love with you." 

Zayn didn't say anything but crushed himself to me as he hugged me hard. I continued to cry into his shoulder. 

"Giselle, I love you. I love you so much, but we need to stop what you're doing to  yourself." He released me from him and picked up the bloody razor. "This needs to stop." He placed the razor in his back pocket, until he placed his finger in his mouth and ran the moist skin along the bloody line on my thigh. "You need to really let me help you, and I can't if you keep running away and doing this to yourself."

"This," I stuttered. "This is the only way I can tell myself I don't belong with you. It's been programmed inside of me to never fall in love with anyone and yet you keep running back. Self-harming myself is the only way to bring myself back to reality."

"Giselle you are in reality, and your reality contains me," he kissed the corner of my mouth. "And it always will." 

Long chapter! I hope this explains a little more of Giselle and Zayn's relationship! Please comment, like, and favorite!!

Much love, Morgan xx

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