The room 102 - z.m fics

The knock on the door

  I kept thinking in a way or finding that boy and do something cruel, maybe not too cruel and find out if there was anybody more like him. I was afraid if I could see Zayn hurt again, I didn't want that and I needed to stop that from happening. He deserved to be okay and safe, specially safe.

  Zayn kept facing me, telling me that I shouldn't hurt anybody or repeat the same mistakes as I was looking at the door but listening better than anything until a knock knock stopped Zayn from talking more.

-          Stay right here. – I whispered looking at him.

-          No, I need to open the door.. – he said in the same way, trying to get up while I was grabbing his arm.

-          I go, Zayn. Stay here. Grab the knife..

-          What? – the doorbell rang again.

-          Grab it!

I walked towards the door, looked from the little window and it was a tall, really good looking person. I called Zayn so he could look as well. He looked scared at me, grabbing my body and taking me to the sofa again.

-          Who's that?

-          It's..it's him..

-          The bitch who..

In that moment, we heard a scream, a noise full of pain and it seemed to come from the door. Zayn kept holding me tight, I wanted to get up, I wanted to get out of there and see what was happening and specially, to know who was he hurting. Minutes after, somebody knocked the door again.

-          What should we do now? – I said feeling Zayn getting his hands of me.

-          I will go there..they won't stop, Christine..

-          They?

-          I don't even know who he is with but..stay here please.

-          No! If you open the door, I stand next to you.

-          Christine, what if they have a gun or something..

-          I rather die with you than live in a world without you.

He looked at me and without saying a word, holding my hand, opened the door. I was afraid, I was scared and the first thing I saw was Michael's vain stopped in front of our house. What was going on? Maybe I was right and he wasn't dead or maybe we were in a long mental confusion.

-          Hey! – a voice came from the same vain but nobody showed up.

-          Is this Michael? – Zayn looked at me, confused.

-          I..i don't..I don't know..

-          We need to see so we can find who's there.

Zayn and I walked towards the vain and for more crazy it could look, I know that my mind wouldn't let me down..Michael was right there, like he was raised from the death, he had a terrible look but it was him and that guy who had hurt Zayn's in the early morning was right next to him, with his hands tied against his back and mouth covered by a piece of his white shirt.

-          You..you are alive! – Zayn said with a huge happy smile looking at him.

-          Well..my father used to tell me that legends don't die. I heard that this guy was coming in your path so I needed to stop him, right?

-          Michael..what happened in that day? What a hell is happening? – I said, confused, looking at the vain that was exactly the same one, my bag was still there.

-          Get in!

-          What..now?

-          Yes now! I don't wait.

Zayn ran to his house, grabbed the keys, closed the door and got in the car with me. We looked like two kids getting in the ice cream's vain, we were so confused and not understanding how he could be alive after what we saw, after so many days without knowing anything.

  We sat right in the place we sat for the first time we went there. Before Michael started to talk about anything that we needed to know, he smashed that guy's head into the vain's wall and he automatically fainted. I was so in shock but was everything that I wanted to do.

-          Now, he won't hear. – he said. – so, what do you want to know?