The room 102 - z.m fics

A bag

I couldn't answer to something so strong and deep as that question, as that answer of him to my silly question. Maybe I didn't understand what his beautiful laugh meant in that moment, maybe I was too young to understand that sometimes a laugh or a smile can mean more than a whole message with 14 000 words can.

  I got mad when he laughed at me, I thought he was thinking I was joking because my mood in that moment wasn't the best and we had such a funny afternoon so I thought that he wasn't taking me serious.

In that moment, Zayn proved me wrong, I finally understood what a beautiful laugh like his meant and he wasn't joking or making fun of me at all, he wasn't understanding what I did meant by that goal if I was already completing what I wanted.

-          Zayn, I don't know if I can explain this well.

-          You did it so I am sure you can explain that, right?

  I looked around, walking with him next to me, holding my warm hands feeling the cold weather in my face, smelling the winter smell around us.

-          I wanted to do something for humanity, something that could give me a feeling of happiness that I couldn't find everyday anywhere..the feeling of saving somebody, the feeling of somebody tell you a thank you because they are alive and you are the reason is something really beautiful, right? – I explained him as best as I could.

-          Why the humanity if you can do it only in one person ?

-          You love to confuse my mind, don't you ?

-          I love to see you realizing how important you are, that's what I love to do.

-          Baby you don't get this..I mean..

-          You saved me, you know don't you ?

-          Love, we saved each other, at same time.

-          Exactly and we didn't even need medicine to do that.

-          That's exactly what I think..medicine can help but when it comes to the real salvation, the meaning of saving somebody..babe, love comes at first. First than anything.

-          That was the reason why I said what I said.. – he stopped talking when he realized that something was happening around.

We saw a car arriving, stopping in the left side's of the road, right next to Zi's friend car. He automatically get out of the car, stayed right next to his car. He was tall, bald and a huge beard, a serious look and wearing a black rich suit what gave him a more serious look.

  The car that has arrived  didn't look familiar to me and I didn't think at first that would have a gang inside but not everything is how we really think, surprises can happen everyday, any time.

-          Who is that guy ?

-          Zi's friend. Stay quiet, let's hide ourselves, babe.

-          No. Let me stay here. What's happening ?

-          That car just stopped, let's get out of here, please!

-          No Christine, I won't! Shut..shut.. – he covered my lips so I couldn't scream at anything.

He knew how scared could I be. A guy, a tall guy got out of the car with a big bag, a small bag. I wanted to scream. He looked around but not at us, I wanted to move but Zayn didn't let me. He left the bag right in the middle of the road, and continued driving the car, as fast as he could. He left, he completely left.

-          What a hell..

-          Zayn.. – I could finally talk – let him touch it first.

-          Don't go there. – Zi's friend finally looked at us.

He started to get near, analyzing the bag, looking around. He grabbed it and threw to the floor again. Nothing happened. It was all good. As this had happened, he gave us a signal that we could go.

-          Good afternoon. I am sorry if you don't know me, I am Michael. I am here to protect you if you need something.

-          Hello..what's this ?

-          All I know it's a bag. Do you want to see it with me or I analyze it alone and I will tell you the results ?

-          Maybe..

-          No..we want to find out what's there. – Zayn interrupted me. – Right, babe ?

-          Ok Zayn but please be careful.

-          Don't worry. There's nothing dangerous here. – he gave us the bag – let's see it in my car.

I was excited, I was nervous, I didn't know what to think about it and what could we do after it. Maybe it wouldn't mean anything and was just a simple boy leaving something behind his back. Maybe he was living the city and the bag could mean something to him that he didn't want to remember.