The room 102 - z.m fics

The Box

I couldn't believe that was the boy I fell in love with, I couldn't believe.
- aunt ! We have a dinner in the roof tonight! - I heard from outside and I were right there smiling.
I looked down at bed for a second and the letters were falling from the box, I tried to pick them but..I couldn't control my hands, should I read more ? Forget the thoughts, and do it.
  My hands started to shake again like I was committing a crime or something like that.

4 March 2015
2 pm and 30 minutes

I just woke up. Bad late nights in the pubs and wrong places to find for love. Why am I still trying to search ? Why this stupid hope to see if I can forget you ? I can't and I don't want, but at same time I start to hate half of you for leaving me. No...I don't hate you..like you used to hate anime. Remember ? I'm here laughing because i still think on how mad you used to get when I spent afternoons with you watching anime. You hated it but you were there for me. There was once you told me " see how much I love you ? I even deal with the things I hate at most for you " ! Or when you used to eat those cookies that my dad used to do, you always do in the kitchen for us. You used to say it too much sugar but you ate it because you wanted to see me happy.
Fuck, I'd give my life for live that again.
But how I was saying..I can't hate you, even if you kill me, I won't hate you. I think that's something impossible, impossible like giving up on find you.

I still miss you,
Zayn x

He never forgot me, that was for sure. I decided to save the box in the same place he took but I grabbed on some letters from there. Reading to me was an addiction. If I want to read 3 pages, I will read an entire book and his letters were the same thing. I hide some of them in my bag, he wouldn't go there. And even if he could go, I would explain what I felt.
I needed to surprise him, maybe I should go to my office and show him my letters, my thoughts of him, show and prove him that he wasn't the only one loving somebody.
   I walked to the kitchen where he was with Zi, before I opened the door I could listen Zi's voice: " you are really happy now, aren't you ? "
" more than happy..I think we need to call mom and dad to come here. Wouldn't it be good ? "
" yes yes yes! Zayn I'm going to call them! But don't you think we should surprise Christine ? "
" absolutely ! This gonna be so cool, she's gonna be happy! And so I will ! "

So.. Was I going to see Zayn's parents again ? I want but at same time I feel so nervous. I never had a chance to tell them goodbye or even a sorry. What if they can't forgive me ? What if they won't even come ? What if they don't remember me ?

- Chris! What are you doing here ?
-  What.. Oh Cameran, you scared me!
- oh sorry Chris! Do you like to paint ?
- I do..why ?
- Zayn also told me that and that you painted him this..come with me.
- Shouldn't we see with him ?
- he's gonna get mad at me again!
- okay okay.
  I followed him and his bed..his bed was fully of drawings. My drawings. Drawings from our art classes, drawings that I used to give to him.
- where..where did you find it ?
- it's on the box that you had in the bed!
- you saw the box ?
- I used to see Zayn writing and put something there and once I found those drawings..
- Cameran, does he know ?
- yes ! Don't worry Chris, he knows, he knows I like you very much and I won't mess with something you worked so hard on.

How can a little boy know how to treat a women so well ?! My head was amazed.

- do you still remember them.. ? - Zayn appeared on the door.
- don't you think I do ? I just..
- you didn't know right ?
- NO, not at all.
- i can say it was a crime how I got them. I opened your house after you left and you had forgotten or maybe not, those some of your drawings in your bed so..I decided to take them with me.
- Can I ask you something ?
- sure!
- is there anything more that you have that I left in the house ?
- do you wanna come with me ? - he gave me his hand, and smiled at me in the most peaceful way. A smile so pure and safe.
- I will go.
  That house was more than I could see. We walked to the room, there was a little dark house, Zayn opened with it with the key on his pocket. It was a cold and really small house, full of boxes and winter jackets, I also could see little cars, maybe from his brother.
- here it is. - Zayn grabbed another box, this one had written on the front " From Chris " - I think here it is everything that it was yours.
- it isn't.
- what ?
- you can't fit there.
- silly.
  I held his body letting the box fall on the floor, kissing him with all the love I had inside.