Zayn Centric Oneshots [BxB]

fight for you [zustin]

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, graphic descriptions of blood and other gruesome scenes

Extra notes: literally just watched the impaulsive podcast with Liam (I knew the highlights so I didn't think I needed to watch it but then I heard he was talking abt Justin so I just had to watch it) and I got this idea :D and as usual, I have no clue abt anything I'm writing (for boxing that is), so enjoy my first official zustin OS (I still have to update streets-)!

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Zayn's POV

"Justin!" I cried when he finally picked up his phone.

"Yes, love? Sorry I couldn't answer earlier, I was in an interview." I heard the crackling noise of an A/C vent on the other end.

"I'm sorry! I know, I should've waited but he sent me an invite!" I explained frantically.

Justin was quiet for a moment. "Accept. You'll be there for me anyways." His tone allowed me to imagine the smirk on his face.

"Are you sure? Wouldn't he think I'd be showing support for him then?" My fingers begin to play with the hem of my shirt.

Justin chuckled, "that's all part of the fun, love. Now, I really have to get back inside, I'll see you at home. I love you."

"I love you, too." I replied, allowing him to end the call.

Honestly, how did Liam even get my number? Ugh, I'd have to talk to management about this. However, the more important thing was, why did he want me at his fight? He doesn't know Justin and I are together, well no one does (except for our families and I don't know why, it's not like our managements are stopping us), and we hadn't talked in years.

Weird, isn't it?

Either way, I typed up a quick response and sent it to him: 'For sure, would love to be there.'

A reply soon followed, but I didn't bother checking it.

Instead, I went back to taking out my stress on the canvas that was in front of me.

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"I'm home!" Justin's melodic voice carried upstairs.

I rushed down to greet him with a quick kiss on the lips, "god, I missed you."

He laughed along with me, "babe, we're always at home together."

"That's the problem!" I exaggerated. I don't go out much, and Justin had recently been staying home more often since he's taking a small break from touring the world. It's safe to say I'm attached to him staying at home with me.

However, now that he's getting in the ring with Liam Payne, he's supposed to be doing a lot more interviews. The fight is in a week and though it's going to be a 'private' event, there's still hundreds of tickets sold to other celebrities, along with friends and family.

I love watching matches but if it's Justin in a ring with Liam, you can't blame me for being a little worried. Though, I'm 100% confident Justin will wipe the floor with Liam.

Justin's a good fighter, we box together sometimes, though it usually ends in us having sweaty sex in the middle of his gym.

Still, I pushed the thoughts of the fight to the back of my mind as we talked about our days. I definitely had less to say than him but oh well. By 8pm, we were cuddling on the couch, watching as his interview aired. It was all fine, until there was a cut and Liam was on screen.

"I didn't know this was going to happen," Justin furrowed his eyebrows, shifting a little bit to sit up.

On screen, Liam was dressed in a white shirt and some sweats, casually lounging on the sofa where Justin had been taking his interview as well. "Man, I'm super pumped for the fighting the kid!" He exclaimed, laughing as he did so.