GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 32➵ division

Everybody was now at the Fairmont hotel. With a team divided into two gangs: Aly and Mike on one side, Selena, Zayn, and James on the other.
'What's wrong Aly?' Mike asked her as they walked through Boston's street.
'I'm tired of all this bullshit.' She declared.
'Listen, you are completely right, this is bullshit. But they won't ever understand that you can beat them eyes closed! I mean this mission wouldn't have ended like that if we didn't come!'
'Yeah, I know! It ain't my fault, but we aren't kids and right now I just feel like we back in high school!' The blue-eyed woman laughed.
'C'mon Selena's gonna get back to you in a few days as usual!' The young man assured his friend, putting his arm on her shoulders.
'You didn't tell me about you dating my mate, did you?' Mike smiled, looking at Aly, she let out a chuckle and they continued their way.

Back in the Other Side, Victoria was in Cesar Palace "buffet" with Anna.
'I don't understand why did he leave!' She grunted.
'Vic, it's fine, he told you he wanted to spend some days with his friend... what was his name... Pitt?' Anna reminded her friend.
'Logan Pitt... he was living next door. He's getting married or something I don't remember what Zee told me.' Victoria looked down the floor, taking some kinds of pasta in a plate.
'Look, I know he has feelings for you, and even if I don't like him, you can be sure he won't make any mistake, he isn't that stupid, though!' The Mexican woman claimed.
'He's but stupid, Ann... anyway, I didn't take you there to talk about my boyfriend. I came here to ask you something!' Vic excitedly announced.
As the two women were walking towards a table, Anna, confused laughed: 'Lord, you're scaring me!'
'Will you come with me to Milan?' Victoria smiled.
'How can I refuse that?! I was waiting for you to ask me about that!' Anna jumped on her bestie's arms.

Miles up, in the Fairmont Hotel of Boston, James was in his room, he felt tired and didn't want to talk to Zayn yet.
'A green tea, please.' Selena ordered, sat on a chair in one of the bars.
'Whatever as long as it's strong and expensive.' Zayn told the barman, his heavy arms posed on the wooden-table.
'A coffee is gonna be okay for him.' She corrected, the waiter nodded and went to the bar.
'What is your fucking problem?' Selena whispered.
'I don't have any problem.' He replied, without stopping looking down the floor.
'Are you gonna look at me?' The satiny-skinned woman asked, frowning.
'Why the fuck would I?'
'Zayn you can't blame me for that, you decided to come!' She reminded, angrily.
'You, you told me there was a problem and then you had a fucking breakdown! I had to come.' The Pakistani yelled, raising his red eyes to her.
'You gotta calm down, please. Stop worrying about Aly, she's with Mike.'
'She should be here, with us!' Zayn sighed.
'She made her own choice. She decided she could handle this whole thing by herself, so will her.' Alyssa's best friend reported.
'You are completely insane...' He whispered.
'No, I'm tired of fighti...' Selena's cellphone started to ring, she grabbed it to notice Spoon's number was appearing on the screen.
'Who is it?' Zayn asked, in a normal tone this time.
'Doesn't matter.' She said, declining the call.
'If you say so.' He concluded, standing up. 'I'm gonna see how's James.'
'He doesn't wanna talk to you, Zayn.' Selena reminded.
'Then I'm gonna get some rest.'
'Whatever.' She sighed.

James, on the 4th floor of the Fairmont hotel, was waiting for the elevator. This day couldn't be worse, first, he saw 4 dead bodies, secondly, Selena went to the hospital, after that Mike, Selena and he tried to save Alyssa but she already had saved herself, he had another fight with Zayn, afterward he discover Selena was married to his best friend and then the five friends just divided their team for some stupid bullshit. This situation was everything but relaxing, they had to be united to finally get back to their hometown.
The elevator's doors opened, Jee raised his head to the door.
'James?' Zayn's voice called his mate
'Thought you were with Selena.'
'I was but I went to see you.' Zee affirmed.
'Hum... I'm fine, I guess?' James uncertainly answer.
'You find that weird too, huh?' He asked, getting out of the elevator.
'Yeah...' James said, caressing nervously his scalp. 'Things weren't like that before.'
'Everything we do something we know it's never gonna be the same tomorrow.' The golden-eyed man admitted, plunging his hand on his pants' pocket.
'I know... I know but, I mean it's just... I kinda miss the old times you know...' James replied, looking down the floor as they were walking throughout the corridors.
'So do I.' He sighed. 'James, you know, I didn't leave for fun...'
'I've never said you did.'
'Then why the hell are you mad at me?' Malik asked, frustrated, looking at his friend.
'Because you've been my family for 10 years and you suddenly disappeared, for six freaking months!' James calmly explained, turning his head towards Zayn's. 'It's been more than 10 years that my training is preparing me for the moment when someone I care about's gonna die. I guess I was just not prepared for your departure...'
'I guess I wasn't prepared too...' Zayn chuckled, trying to make the situation less awkward.
'Well... At least with your girl, I didn't have to fight over drivin'.' The Métis man laughed.
'Oh shut up, she must be a better driver than you!!'
'Dude, nobody's better than me.' James defended himself.

The two blond-haired agents walked through the luxury hotel's entry hall, without crossing their friends, both of them let out a sigh of relief.
'I'll see you later?' Mike asked his friend.
'Yeah, I'm gonna take a nap, call me around 8:00 and meet me at the drink?' Alyssa proposed.
'Sure.'
Alyssa walked to the elevator and joined her room, hoping she could get some rest before hanging out with Mike.
She pulled the door and let out a surprised scream when she noticed a masculine silhouette sat on her bed.
'Oh my god!' Aly claimed, her hand on her chest. 'Couldn't you just knock the door like everybody?'
'I'm not everybody!' He replied, turning his face towards Alyssa.
'What are you doing here?' The blue-eyed woman question, walking towards the closet.
'I wanted to check if you were still angry.'
'Am I?' She ironically teased him.
'What the fuck did I do?' He asked, standing up.
'Zayn is that a real question?'
'What the hell is wrong with you?!' The Pakistani yelled.
'What's wrong with me? Are you being serious here?'
'I haven't heard anything from you the last two months, I came here and all you did was plunging down a broken bay widow!' Zayn angrily reported.
'You wanna know why I'm mad at you, huh? Alyssa coldly said, crossing her arms on her chest.
'Mmh.' He moaned.
'Because you fucking never let me breathe, all of you! Every time I'm perfectly handling the situation, the three of you just show up and ruin everythin' I'm not a stupid kid I know what I'm doing! And I do t need anyone to look after me!
'I can't believe you'd be that scared.'
'What?' Alyssa laughed.
'Please, don't play it like you don't know what I'm meaning!' Zayn yelled.
'Wh..'
'No, you're listening to me this time! You're so fucking scared of losing someone that you pretend to not needing me. And you know what, you do. You need me 'cause you love me like you've never love someone, 'cause, because of me you realized the more you have, the more you have to lose. The more I mean to you, the more you're afraid of losing me. Because now that I'm with you, your life now holds more value and meaning that it ever did.'
'Get out of my room.' She said, holding her tears.
'Are you throwing me away?' He said, an ironic smile on his face.
'If you thought I was scared of loosing you, I guess you were wrong. Because I'm taking the decision of loosing you right the hell now.'
'You'll end up all alone, look at you now. You lost James and Selena. You never had me but I had you.'
'Please, you never had me.' The blue-eyed woman confirmed, crossing her arms on her chest.
Zayn grabbed his jacket on the bed and walked towards the door: 'I had you thousand of times, because I have who I want, and years after I'd walk that door, you'll beg for me to come back.'