The room 102 - z.m fics

The key

After some time I decided to go over the house, Zayn was taking so much time, I got worried..well, more than I was.

-          Babe ? – I saw him through the window talking with his mom.

-          Chris..

-          Yes love ?

-          I am sorry, I have everything here..I was talking to my mom.

-          I know, Christine. He had to tell me so I could understand everything and help you as much as you can. I am..I am so..sorry if you have to live this. – Trisha started to have tears around her eyes what made me feel so sad for seeing this whole amazing family suffering.

-          I am sorry. I am really sorry.. – I said, not knowing what to say to make her feel better.

-          Look, I am going with him to buy them ok ? – Zayn said. – Please stay here.

-          No, no..I go with you.

-          Babe, it's better for you to stay here.

-          Zayn..please I can't see you being alone out there.

-          I am not going alone, Michael is with me.

-          But still..

-          Son, she can go with you. I would feel safer too.

-          I am just trying to protect her. Why nobody can see that?

-          Zayn – I held grabbed him from his shoulders, making him paying all the attention – You protect me as long as you are around me. I know I would worry even more if you would go alone with him and don't text me anything the whole time while you are there. We are being too dramatic but-

-          Okay babe, let's go. – He opened the door quickly and took me careful – Mom, don't open the door to anybody, ok?

-          I won't, love. Please protect each other.

-          We will.

Zayn closed the door, and his hands were shaking nervously, the passports were shaking in his hand from how nervous he was.

-          I need to tell you something before we get in the car.

-          Tell me.

-          I didn't want you to come with me because they may see me and what if they attack the car? They want me, Christine and I want to protect you.

-          We live together, we die together. I would never let you do something like that.

And without any answer, just a deep look, we got in the car. Michael was listening a calm music, which I never thought it would match with him.

-          I advice to leave tonight.

-          I told my mom, already.

-          Really babe ?

-          Yes..she knows. It's all good but now we need to go or we only go tomorrow.

-          While we go there, I need to tell you something. – Michael started to drive as fast as we were when we were running to the gangsters. – Does any of you know somebody called Tanylla Mattos?

-          She is my ex..why ? – Zayn replied.

-          She is involved. It's all around her. – look at this.

He threw some pappers again without taking his eyes from the road. Zayn held them for me and the view was even scarier.

It was pictures of me, Zayn, and we walking around together. Pictures of us walking and laughing, hugging, kissing. Even Bob appeared in some. Even the pictures of me as child was there. How did she get this? Where and how were our biggest questions.

-          She is doing this as a revenge. She still in love with Zayn and look at the page five, it's a print of her conversation with Carlos, where she says..

-          If I can't have him..nobody can. – Zayn continued what Michael was going to say. – I knew this, I knew this would happen.

-          You told me you broke up with her and she understood..

-          She didn't okay? She didn't understand, she fucking screamed at me like it was my biggest mistake leaving her for you!

-          Zayn, why didn't you tell me ? I would be aware of this mess.

-          No you wouldn't, I didn't even understand why she acted like that but the truth it's that we are living in a huge nightmare and I am afraid of something happen just because of me.

-          It won't happen, we need to move on from this place and we will live happy again, we will have a family. I promise.

-          I am not so sure of that, babe..

-          Guys, grab your arms.

-          What ?

We looked around and there was the Carlos's car stopped in the road, it wasn't letting us drive in but nobody was inside. Just his car, nobody else, and that was where I felt my own death coming.

-          Stay in this van..if something happens, you go. Deal?

-          Deal. – Zayn replied.

He looked around before walk in, with his gun at his hand, like it was a real game scene, or a criminal movie. He didn't look worried about walking, what gave us the idea that nobody was around and we could continue our way to the airport.

  But we were totally wrong.