Zustin - A new start

I want you to top me

Zayn's POV:

"What the fuck did you just say to him?" I demand, staring down the idiot standing in front of me, my whole body shaking with anger.

"Oh, sorry, where are my manners?" he sneers. "We're Justin's old friends, from the town he ran away from because he was such a little bitch. Name's Oliver, nice to meet you." He sticks his hand out, reaching past Justin towards me.

"Justin, move." I try pushing him aside so l can go deal with this guy myself.

"Zayn, please," Justin whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear. "Let's just leave."

My heart aches. Justin's told me everything about what went down before he left that town-how Oliver treated him. There's no way I'm letting this asshole hurt him again.

"Aww, how sweet. Are you his boyfriend or something?" Oliver smirks, staring right at me.

"Yeah. I'm his boyfriend. Got a problem with that?" I snap. "Justin, move. Now."

But Justin doesn't budge.

"How cute," Oliver jeers, turning to his friends. "Now Noelle-that was her name, right?- can have two parents. Since not even Cara wanted to keep a kid with you, Justin. Shame that poor kid has to grow up with two homos."

"Don't you ever say her name, you filthy fucking cunt," I spit out.

I'm done waiting. I push past Justin, knocking over everything on the table as I lunge for Oliver, grabbing him by the throat and shoving him against the wall.

"Apologize to my boyfriend right now, or I swear I'll fucking kill you," I snarl, tightening my grip as he coughs.

Someone's pulling me back-Liam's got a grip on me, and Louis and Niall step in to help him hold me back.

"He's not worth it, Zayn, let's go," Liam says, trying to calm me down.

"Aw, look at that," Oliver sneers, coughing. "A bunch of fags coming to the rescue."

"EVERYONE OUT!" a man yells-must be the manager, judging by his outfit.

I glance around, looking for Justin, but he's already gone. I bolt outside and spot him by the corner, standing there, his face buried in his hands.

As I reach him, he looks up, eyes red. "I asked you to let it go, Zayn. I've been through this before; I didn't want to go through it again."

I pull him into a hug. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Justin. Knowing what you've been through, I couldn't just stand there and let him talk to you like that. I'm so sorry, baby, l just... I lost it."

Before Justin can answer, Oliver and his crew come strutting out of the restaurant. Oliver stops when he sees us, sneering. "Can't believe you even turned a Muslim into a fag, Justin. Now there's not just the Muslim part that's disgusting."

That does it. I barely see it happen, but Justin's on him in a flash, tackling him to the ground and raining down punches, fury blazing in his eyes.

"You can talk about me all you fucking want, Oliver, but you don't get to say a single thing about my boyfriend. Do you get it?" Justin yells, his fists landing blow after blow.

Our friends, who were settling the bill inside, rush out, and Oliver's friends are quicker to pull Justin off, dragging Oliver with them as they bolt down the street.

For a moment, we all stand there, glancing at each other, then burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. We make sure Justin's okay, agreeing we'll do a better job celebrating Harry over the weekend. Slowly, everyone heads off, leaving me and Justin to walk home together.