The room 102 - z.m fics

Dresses

It was adorable to watch two grown women looking at dresses like they were two little girls dreaming about their future. Yes my mom was talented and I always loved their job, I was so used to see that all the time that it was strange to see Trisha and Zi freaking about a couple of dresses.

-          Babe, did.. – Zayn appeared in the hall but for some reason I hided us – what you doing ? – he said in a lower tone now.

-          You mom and your aunt are dreaming around my mom's dresses and I was here loving the view..don't make any noise and go look.

-          They always loved dresses..but let me watch, love.

He wasn't as quiet as me since he started to giggle and they noticed him in front of the door, I just wanted to cover my face for letting him do that, it was so funny.

-          Zayn! Did you see those beautiful dresses ? – Trisha asked. 

-          Yes mom, I saw but what are you doing here and you aunt?

-          We were visiting the house and when we saw them, we lost our minds. – Zi said, blushing.

-          They are really pretty, right? – I said looking at them. – That's my favorite – pointing at the black one with two red roses in the shoulders.

-          Why don't you wear it, love? – Trisha suggested.

-          Me?

-          Of course, Christine! I am sure it was made for you.

-          No way, I won't look good wearing that.

-          You look good in any outfit, love, and that one will be a very special one. Please, do what my mom said.

-          What if I am going to mess with it?

-          The only thing you mess with it's with my mind when you say things like that.

-          Gosh Zayn, why you doing that? – I said feeling guilty for wanting to wear the dress. – Okay, I will.

-          We will wait in the living room for see you! – Trisha and Zi walked down and closed the door, leaving Zayn there with me.

-          Won't you go? – I asked

-          How many times I already saw this?

-          Trying a dress..I think none.

-          Is it different of a random outfit?

-          Hum..maybe, babe.

-          Okay, I will cover my eyes and count until the number you want.

-          Don't be silly love, you can stay if you want..it'll be just weird.

-          Why?

-          This dress won't even fit me..my waist Isn't made for be a model.

-          Can you dress it first and then we talk about it..ok boo?

-          Ok babe..but you will say I am right.

I started to undress, sat in the bed with Zayn in my left side and the dress in my right one. I started to feel the pressure in my heart for thinking that I wouldn't fit in that dress but my thoughts weren't right, not in that moment, the dress fit on my body like it was just made for me. I was feeling a bit confused but happy, happy to see myself in that dress in the mirror.

-          So..what..what..do you think? – I asked Zayn after looking at myself in the mirror for a couple of times.

-          What do I think? – he was smiling in the bed like he was waiting for me right there.

-          Yes! I need to know before I show up in that room..

-          If I had a ring right now, I'd purpose you.

-          So I can say that's a..

-          You look like a queen, babe. Please, if you don't mind.. – he walked towards me, with a smile giving me his hand – can I walk with you there?

I accepted and that made me feel like a princess. We walked to the room, holding our hands like we just got married and we were going to celebrate our future.