"Good luck honey." He said with a sickly sweet smile. "ZAYN!" I screamed struggling against my restraints. He flashed me a smile before exiting the room.


5. Where is he?

Anger rose through me. I stormed to the door and started to kick at it. After 5 minutes it flew off of its hinges. I followed a set of stairs up. I entered a large rec room. I looked back and the 4 other boys were behind me. Niall was at the opposite side. He was sitting on the ground hugging his knees. Probably terrified. A man stepped out from the shadows. He held a gun to Niall's head. 

"Agents... He is your mission and you do anything to protect your mission. Zayn I want you to shoot her in the chest. He lives but she dies." He said. Zayn picked up the gun  that was placed right next to him. I grabbed the barrel and placed it on my chest. 

"Zayn... shoot... you know where to shoot not to kill me. I love you." I said under my breath. His eyes filled with tears but none spilt over. He pulled the trigger. I stumbled back and crashed onto my knees. A fiery pain coursed through my chest. My vision blurred and I could only hear Zayn's voice and gunshots.


I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor  I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was in a white hospital room. Zayn was sleeping on a chair, Niall was curled up in a corner and Liam was standing at the foot of my bed.

"How are ya feeling " He asked in a hushed tone trying not to wake the others. All three of the boys had tear stained cheeks and disheveled clothing. Their hair was messed up like they had ran their fingers through it. 

"Like I've been hit by a bus." I confessed he laughed. He told me he was going to find a nurse. I nodded and as he left he slapped the back of Zayn's head. Zayn's eyes shot open and flew up. I stifled a laugh. He turned his head to face me and he jumped me. 

"Oh god I thought I killed you." He whispered. I giggled.

"Yeah but remember I have been shot so get you fat arse off of me." I teased. He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Um babe you know how when we first me you told me you wanted to go home well..... It's standard when an agent puts their life on the live for a mission they get to go home. So if you still want to I can take you." He told me my eyes welded up with tears.

"Really?" I asked. He sat up next to me and pulled me close. "Yes." He replied. I smiled and brought his lips down to mine. Other than sitting in a hospital bed with a gun shot wound I was having a great day.


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