The Man Next Door (Zustin Mieber)

3

Zayn's plan was perfect. He was going to do oldest prank in the book and trash the outside of the man's house with toilet paper.

He read on Twitter that Justin and his crew would be leaving to Atlanta early in the morning. Now it was already twelve something and Zayn watched from his window as the last guy left Justin's house two hours ago. Surprisingly Justin didn't have as many security guards guarding the front of the gates today but Zayn had discovered a tiny hole inside the fence of their backyards the other day and decided that would be his entryway.

Sure enough paparazzi would try to catch the moment but Zayn couldn't care less as he grabbed the large bag of toilet paper and made his way out his back door. The hole had to be boarded up and covered by more plants as to not attract attention so the young man cleared everything before peeking through it.

Nothing but green grass and plants everywhere in Justin's backyard although Zayn never saw the taller man as a gardener or someone who would like plants as much as it seemed. Daisies, pansies, and roses covered the entire backyard as if he was trying to impress someone but Zayn ignored it before struggling to go through the hole. It seemed tiny enough for a kid but too big for an adult but luckily Zayn had been working out more lately to help his New Year's resolution.

Taking out a roll, Zayn threw it to the far right of the lawn as it rolled out and stopped. Then he threw seven more towards the rest of the lawn, thirteen towards the back of the mansion and three towards the gate. He had plenty left but after throwing a whole role on one of the windows, Zayn instantly stopped.

Justin.

He was standing in front of one of the windows on the first floor of his home.

He stared at Zayn with a slightly open mouth but before Justin could react any further, Zayn threw his bag to the ground and ran to the hole in the wall. He tried squeezing through the tiny hole but it seemed as if the hole had gotten even tinier in the span of 10 minutes.

"You look like an idiot." Zayn jumped at the voice as he began to panic more.

"I'm not going to kill you." This time the voice sounded closer before the shorter man felt a hand on his hip as he was pulled to stand.

"Turn around." The deep voice demanded and Zayn obeyed.

A strong hand around his neck pushed him to the huge wall and strangled him lightly. " Don't ever try to prank me because I will always have the last laugh. So, I can either beat your ass right now or make you clean all of the destruction you've caused. You get to choose your fate."

Zayn could barely squeak out a word as the hand around his neck tightened.

" T - Two."

And just like that, the hand left and so did Zayn's confidence.

"This mess better be cleaned up before one thirty!" Justin yelled as he walked inside his house before slamming the door.

"Fuck."