Assassin After My Heart [Zouis]

You're Supposed To Be Dead!

CHAPTER 3:

ZAYN'S POV

"I think that today went well," Liam commented as we walked inside our shared apartment. Yes, assassins live in apartments too. We do have a life too, you know.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm still having doubts about this mission though," I kicked off my shoes and jumped on the couch. Boy, was I tired.

"You should get that cleaned first," Liam pointed to my arm which had a not too tiny cut and some dried blood on it from the fight earlier.

I waved a hand dismissively. "Yes, mother!"

Liam rolled his eyes and went to the fridge, pulling out a Gatorade, then rummaged in his bag, pulling out some files. He sighed and pushed me over, sitting next to me on the couch.

Liam laid the file down and I peered at it. Oh, it was the wuss- I mean our target- nope, sorry. I meant the guy that we need to protect's file.

Hmm, Louis William Tomlinson. Age 22? The fuck?

"Whoa! He's older than me?" Liam raised an eyebrow at my outburst and I blushed, then cursed myself for the next five minutes for blushing.

"Yeah, he is. And before you ask me why I'm looking at his file, that's 'cos I like to-"

"Yes, yes I know. You like to know who you're dealing with. But we don't have to kill him- sadly -so why are you looking at the file this time?"

Liam shrugged. "Just habit, I guess."

I got up and stretched. "Well I'm hitting the hay. You have fun looking at the wussie's files, night night!"

"G'night, Zayn."

~*~

I woke up next morning to the sound of bickering and the occassional- okay, frequent- thumping sounds of someone landing a flying kick or someone falling flat on their arse after recieving a flying kick.

Well, when you live in a house full of highly trained assassins, that's what you get.

I fumbled for my phone, rubbing my eyes. 11. 27 AM. Wow, I'm surprised nobody had woke me up yet. I pulled off the duvet and hopped off the bed, checking the door for any lodged spin blades or traps, and when the coast was clear, I stepped out into the hallway.

The smell of eggs and pancakes greeted me and I practically floated to the kitchen. Liam was at the stove, flipping a fresh blueberry pancake onto a plate. Josh was scarfing down said pancakes like the world was freaking ending, Andy was trying to flirt with Perrie who was pointedly ignoring him and was busy polishing her spin blade, and Danielle was gracefully sipping her tea, chatting with Liam.

Typical morning scene, you see. Josh, Andy, Perrie and Danielle were four other assassins of the same agency, that lived in our shared apartment with Liam and I.

Liam and Danielle- or Dani, as she hates being called- had a weird friends with benefits thing going on, while Andy considered himself a bit of a ladies' man. Perrie was strictly devoted to her job and only her job and Josh was just devoted to food.

Yep. I sometimes, occassionally, one in a blue moon like to think of them as my friends.

Liam had now finished with the pancakes and had set a stack of them in the middle of the table. The stack was gradually diminishing due to Josh, so I hurried and put two flapjacks on my plate and squirted some syrup on them.

"So girls, how was the mission?" I asked them, stuffing my mouth. Perrie and Danielle were partners, and so were Andy and Josh. Just like Liam and I.