The room 102 - z.m fics

Fading Away

I cried, wrapped in a tower on his shoulders. I let it go, every pain I had in my chest. Sometimes we only realize how bad our life is, how bad our situation is when everything seems to be calm and peaceful and in that calm moment, my tears fell down.

-          Zayn, Christine ? – Mario talked right next to the door.

-          Yeah ? – Zayn made his voice be heard when I was cleaning my tears.

-          Oh okay, it was just to know if you are fine.

-          We..we are. Just wait a moment.

-          No pressure buddy, we just arrived, we are putting the food inside the fridge.

-          Thank you very much!

After listening him coming back, I started to dress up; Zayn helped me as well, making no questions, touching nowhere that could hurt me or make me feel bad. I felt like I was like one of those people who are dependents of their parents or husbands, the feeling of being dependent was honestly but I knew I had to do the things in my own as well.

-          Are you better now ? – Zayn asked seeing myself looking in the mirror like I was a monster. An dependent monster.

-          I just hate to feel like this. Do you know what I want to do now?

-          What?

-          Break this mirror.

-          Break it, then babe.

-          What?

-          Break it. I know you want it and I know why you want to.

-          Do you know why I hate what I see or why I hate this mirror?

-          So you hate both, right?

-          I do.

-          For the same reason?

-          Well..I used to come to this bathroom and cry for hours looking at the mirror, wondering why I was always so hated in this house and now I hate what I see right here for the things that my parents made me feel..my dad died and that's the shit he gave me.

-          You won't be hated in this house again since It's gonna be ours..I am going to make sure I love you more each day. And please.. – he wrapped his arms around my waist – don't hate what you see because..you know what I see?

-          Don't do..

-          I see a beautiful, - it was too late to interrupt his thoughts when he already was with his "in love" eyes looking at me - brave, strong, powerful, intelligent, artistic, talented, down to earth..human being. Oh and she is also my girlfriend and future wife and mom of my children and I really hope they look like her in the future. Then I will have 2 queens instated of one.

-          Do you know the only good thing that my mom ever did for me?

-          I hope you say the right thing after what I just did but..yeah, tell me babe.

-          Invite you to our dinner in that day, that was the only good thing she ever did.

-          That's not a good thing. – he faced me with that little smile

-          No? Why?

-          Good are different of Best..don't you think?

-          Yes I do but the best thing wasn't what she did, was what we created together.

He kept smiling to me until he gave me a kiss and hugged me tighter in his body, making my pain fade a bit and forget that I was in pain.

We got out of the bathroom before somebody could think we were in dangerous or feeling bad; I tried to walk as a normal girl even if it was hurting but holding his hand was giving my strength enough to keep going.

-          Christineeee!! Zayn!! – Cameran ran to us. It was so good to see him.

-          How are you little one?

-          I am good!! I was painting with my dad and you? Mom is back with the aunt from the shop!

-          Can I talk with your mom for a bit, love?

-          Of course! I don't know where she is but she is in this house..

-          Thank you, sweetie.

-          Come with me, brother, let's paint. – I listened Zayn saying while I was searching for their mom.

The garden was empty, the bathroom's doors were opened so I hoped they could be in the kitchen but only Yaser was there, looking at the fridge.

-          Oh my God..sorry..I..was..I was just hungry.

-          Yaser! No problem, you have no reason to say that..you know this house belongs to you as well.

-          It's not my house and I am here like..searching for food like a lost person.

-          Eat as much as you can! I was trying to find your wife and Zi, I want to tell them sorry for not preparing the house enough or even going with them to the shopping.

-          Love, don't say sorry..we understand how bad this can be to you. We all have bad days but we will overcome this together, I promise.

-          Thank you so much. I hope we can do it.

-          We will and if you need anything, you can count with the family.

-          I know and I tell you the same. – I smiled at him. – well, you know where are they?

-          Sure, they went to the rooms.

-          Thank you! And eat.

He laughed, trying to find the right thing to eat while I kept searching for them. Surprise was when I found them in a place that I never expected: they were in my mom's room, looking at the dresses there, looking so beautiful and colorful. I kept looking at them from the door, don't making any noises so I could keep watching them smiling and dreaming about it.