Angels {z.m}

11.Kiss

"Expressions of affection, like putting your arm around someone's shoulder, holding hands, or giving a kiss good night, involve the principle of honesty."

" I am the girl?" Zayn nodded to my question with a smile "How Am I the girl?"

"Well, basically I take care of your soul. I always did so it won't change." He answered looking at the draws in the wall. "I guess it won't change."

I bit my lip without knowing what to say. Zayn has an obsession for me? Or this was only a way to say that he was my guardian or something really weird like the whole conversation?

"I know it's hard to believe. I'm not expecting for you to believe me, you know? Just trust me a bit more." He said with never looking at me.

And I kept shut. I knew he was hurt because I didn't believe in him but I couldn't lie to him and say that I truly believed on the big story, even if I was part of it. I would never lie to Zayn.

"How's like to die?"

"It's really good, quiet, peaceful, far from all the bad things, it's hard because you know you'll leave everybody but you find peace. That's why is not sad, it's hard but not sad. We'll be back." He smiled and talked with so much exciting on his voice.

"So you're okay." I concluded.

"No. I told you that dying is good, I didn't tell you that being dead is." His smile disappeared. "I don't have another life, Alison. I'm always the same, I envy you that have afraid of growing old. That is so good. You know, I always see people having a family, having a job. I don't even remember my family."

"I'm sorry." I said with no idea, again, what was suppose to say.

"It's alright." He answered making me understand that was actually not okay but what would sound better than that alright? " Are you tired?"

"No." I lied. I was more tired than he could imagine, sleep was a really important part of the day and I wasted it all waiting for him. So yes I was "not" tired.

"Come here." He said while he leaned his back against the wall and pointed to his lap.

I smiled and put my head in his lap. Suddenly that bed was more comfortable than at the beginning what make me close my eyes while Zayn played with my hair. In another moment I would just go look myself on the room and get mad with all life and all thing that appeared on my way but not this time. I ended up falling a sleep on his lap putting aside all the problems and possibilities about that boy.

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I woke up with a meow and the sound of paws hitting against the door. Sasha. She was a clock for Zayn, everyday at 9 a.m that little cat used to scratch the door until Zayn opens it and makes that look that screams:" I don't want wake up already". So she just sits in front of the door with a smart look and Zayn ends up taking her with him to the bed. A morning routine while I was working hard.

Zayn was sleeping. He was really peaceful, he relaxed me in a weird way. Yes, weird because I was the one idiot staring at him while he was probably dreaming. I was the creepy one. I got up and walked slowly to the door. The cat looked at me with the big yellow eyes and meowed one more time.

"Sasha you'll wake him up!" I said taking her inside.

But she didn't really care about me. In a second she jumped from my arms to the bed and started smelling Zayn's hand without stopping meowing.

"Sash..." He grumbled, rubbing her head making her stop meowing." You need to make less noise in the morning.

He smiled and opened his eyes.