The room 102 - z.m fics

A love that inspires

And there, we made a huge friend called Ana who was loving our story. She couldn't stop asking us things, she was always with a huge smile on her face and writing everything we were saying; I felt like I was in a psychologist room or in a interview, it was amazing how she was so amazed by everything we were saying. Things that we used to think that were simple and easy to do, to understand.

  We spent like that long hours, talking about us, me, Zayn (...) she also talked about her and her love stories. She wasn't married at the moment but she already had known lots of boys when she was younger, it was funny the way she was talking about them with so much love and excitement, it was like she was in love with them when in fact she wasn't talking to any of them.

  When she stopped talking about her world tour, she gave us a kiss and said it was time for everybody rest, 13 hours were passing so fast and I didn't even notice that; I already had eat more than four times, drink a lot of water but I didn't rest too much, I was always so curious about what she was going to say..writers always amaze my thoughts. I live for listen them.

  Zayn rested his head on my shoulder, holding my hands down, he was smiling and I know how happy he was for knowing our story would be in a book now. It was such a great thing in a bad day.

-          Babe.. – he said calmly looking at me.

-          Yes love?

-          Don't you sleep?

-          I will..I am just..thinking.

-          You have more 5 hours until we arrive, rest.

-          Only if you close your eyes first.

-          Why it has to be me fall asleep first?

-          Because it calms me to know that.

-          Tonight we do it at same time, deal?

-          Deal!

-          1..2..3. – we closed our eyes. At least, that's what I thought he would do. – open them.

-          Aren't we supposed to sleep?

-          Open, babe.

When I opened, he invaded my lips with his soft and hot ones, a deep one that made me realize why we were an inspiration for writers, why our love could be more inspiring than stars and galaxies or love stories from princes and princesses.

-          Now..now I can sleep.

-          No..I can't sleep until I get other one. – I said looking at his wet lips.

-          One isn't enough? – he smirked.

-          Having one or having zero it's the same thing..it's the only thing that my Chemistry teacher told me that I can't forget.

He smiled at me, wanting to answer but instated of express any idea, say any word, his lips talked to mine with other kiss and in that moment, I felt safe enough to sleep with my hand on his chest.

-          That's why I love you. – he said.

-          Good night, baby.

-          Good night, love.

In that minute, I closed my eyes and I felt the day was finally finishing and I could start a new journey in my life with the one that was with me since my youngest years. I needed to be happy but more important, I needed to make them happy, give him and his family a happy life. Cameran deserved to have a great time, he shouldn't face so many fears and worries so young like he was, he deserve to grow in a happy place.

  We could stay in Nice but what I really needed was to go to UK so we could definitely start a new life, build a new house, get more dogs, find a great job, find a great job for Zayn, get a car, become a mother and be the best mother I can ever be with the most amazing dad next to me, give the children what I never had. If I could be sure of something, was the fact I would always be happy with Zayn.

-          Babe..babe..Christine..wake up. – what a good way to wake up with his voice.

-          What happened? – I kept my eyes closed.

-          We arrived.

I automatically opened my eyes and I could see the sun in Nice, everybody was moving and grabbing their bags, they were talking and laughing loud like a war was finally ending, it was nice seeing so many people happy. That became contagious.

Leaving the airplane was easier than going into it, everybody was walking fast so we could arrive as soon as we could in home and be completely safe. A taxi took us to the exact address that I gave and when we finally arrived, I almost wanted to kiss the floor for finally be in a place which I could call mine.

-          So it's here? – Trisha asked. – It seems so beautiful from outside.

-          It is. I hope everything it's good inside. Zayn, give me the key.

Zayn walked to the door and opened it by himself, the policeman were the first ones to enter and check every room and the garden.

-          Nobody is here, you can come in.

-          Thank you so much. I am going to find a room for you in a bit.

I entered with Zayn's family and everybody started to look around whispering little wow's to where they could walk; I wasn't surprised since I had seen that a lot of times and it was exactly the same since the last time. The sofas were white, the TV was huge, the kitchen was small and the walls were blue, we had two bathrooms and four rooms to sleep, the garden was full of flowers. It was the same little palace that I used to know, and I loved it. My only fear was if my mom could appear there any time since her room was full of clothes and dresses for her models; I wanted to wear all of them. I always loved what she designed.