Angels {z.m}

9. The book

"The worst thing you can be is mentally blind."

The following weeks were pretty busy, not only because the job that was being hard but Halloween was close and Zayn was pretty excited for it.

Halloween, the day where we remember the ones that we lost,where the stores sell a bunch of candies and useless stuff to put in our homes and where the annoying little kids played the trick or treat to receive candies or destroy your garden. I remembered my first time as a little zombie asking for those candies, I was 7 and in the end I ate too many things so I threw up on some kid that cried so much that his mom almost hit me. Yes, the lovely memories of a night full of cries and bad smells.

Zayn was really happy in that day and he was always saying that it was really important celebrating these kinda of memories in a funny way, what I actually didn't understand because dead should be sad I mean we lose someone. Not to that boy, Zayn defended that was weird crying for someone because they would be back, theory that I ignored. But besides the big conversations and discussions we had a very busy day and he helped me a lot in the decoration part and with buying candies, also eating them, we end up sitting on the couch in the end of the day, I mean I sat on the couch looking at the TV while Zayn fell a sleep on the big sofa with a bunch of candies under him that would melt in a couple of minutes and he wouldn't stay happy with it.

The clock showed the 11 o'clock and the channels were full of Special Halloween, in other words horror movies marathon or don't let your kids watch TV tonight. I didn't love that type of movie but the other programs were just boring so I stopped zapping in "Mirrors", a nice horror movie, a little bit disgusting but a nice one.

I grabbed my bag that was leaning against the couch and I stayed surprise when a heavy book fell on my lap. The book.

My heart jumped when I noticed that I forgot that book on that lost bag, the book that feed up Zayn's supposedly lie about all his life. My fingers ran over the title and I found myself staring at it without a reaction, why it was so hard for me to think about it?

I leafed the pages until get to index. There was a list of titles with weird names all over the place. "1.Origins; 2-Archangels; 3-Cherubs" and a couple of names more until appears "Others" and next to that I could read "Gabriel; Raphael; Daniel; Michael; Maliik"

I stopped in that last name, of course there were more 2 pages of names but Maliik, just like Zayn. I swallowed hard before go to that page. Chapter 54. Maliik.

"Maliik is an angel above the souls. He's represented without any expression and barely appears in theology but when he does he is always near Raphael and he's mentioned as a guide of the souls.(...) Just like all the celestial creatures he is also known by speaking all languages and see people's souls(...) Maliik is the only angel that can be on earth for sometime but he can only be on earth more than a day if he is punished or expelled of Paradise.(...)Also known as Malik or The Penance Angel."

Zayn did a movement on the sofa that scared me for seconds. What the hell was that thing in the book? He couldn't be telling the true it was a freaking joke! Angels were non-existent creatures, were fruit of someone's imagination. He was just a guy using my house and money, nothing more and I was stupid for even try to believe. There were no angels.

I closed the book with so much strength that Zayn woke up.

"What time is it?" He asked rubbing his eyes.

"Almost midnight." I answered in a cold way mad with myself and changing the channel that was on.

He looked at me with a question in his mind but he didn't speak.

"I'm sorry." I ended up saying. " I was reading and I didn't like what I read."

"oh what did you read?"

I froze, why that guy did so many questions? Why didn't he just say "okay Alison I'm going to sleep again." No, always questions, maybe it was my turn of enjoying some questions. I turned off the annoying TV and took a deep breath.

"Some stuff, so tell me Zayn how many languages do you speak?" I asked looking at him. "I mean, from your land, are you American, Arabian or what?"

The question made him smile to me and sat on the sofa with a pillow in his arms. Questions made him happy.

"I speak what people need to understand." He answered after a while." What were you reading, Alison?"

I looked at the book on my lap and I covered the title with my hands. His smile became bigger and suddenly he seemed more interested on the "quiz" I was thinking about.

"Are you curious?"

"What?"I said so fast that I stayed surprised with my own velocity.

"Ask me everything you want but tell me, are you curious?"

"Maybe." I answered. What could I answer? That yes I was totally interested on the fact that there were 99% of chances of him not being human. That was an answer he would never hear. "How many languages do you speak?"

"How many do you want me to speak?"

"Stop!" I almost shouted getting up from the couch." Stop answering like that! You always answer with questions and I want real answers, Zayn!"

Zayn's smile disappeared and he frowned as I looked at him really serious.

"I speak all the languages." He said.

"What's your real name?"

"Zain Malik"

"Where are you from?"

"Heaven."

I looked at him almost exploding and went to the kitchen so fast that I seemed I was running. My nerves were on fire and I just wanted throw up. I leaned against the kitchen's sink unit and turned on the water while took a deep breath and tried not to pass out. Zayn appeared behind me a few seconds later.

"Alison, are you okay?"

I nodded. My nerves attack were the worst, I was totally sensitive on that and Zayn was making my mind blow up. Not only him but the book, the stupid book he probably already had seen.

" Why are you lying to me?" I asked at some point.

He looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"Why you say I'm lying to you?" He said in a mad voice tone that scared me a little. " You want to believe me why don't you do it? You humans are so closed. I already noticed that humans live in a box, and there's nothing more than that box. Alison there are things behind that box you're in. Everything I told you it was true. Do you trust me?"

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out because I knew he was saying the true. I wanted to believe in him, it would be everything so easy but it was just not natural, it was not real.

"Alison, do you trust me?"

"I... I trust you." I whispered.

Zayn looked at me and I saw all the disappointed with my answer  in his eyes, he nodded and started walking away from me, and in that moment my heart felt broken like it never did.

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Hey guys! So I'm gonna be updating more fast because I kinda organized my own time to have some free time so I can write for you. The angel over there was totally my imagination do not associate with Maalik that is actually an angel, this one was only my invention. Thanks so much for having the patient of waiting for new chapters you guys are amazing. And like I always say I'm so so sorry for any grammar problem, english is not my first language so if you see something really bad just tell me :)

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