Start: May 2024
A texting/irl book about non famous Justin, and famous Zayn.
Justin is a 21 year old openly gay man man who lives in a small town working at a cafe. One day the love of his life, Zayn Malik, who doesn't until then know Justin exists...
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@justinbieber: our firstborn going off to her first day in school :) and our second born trying to eat her. big day for both! <3 ________________________________
@zaynszlutz: sexy leg 😏😏❤️
@zayn: why are you so strange tf
@isacpeters: ugly tattoos lmao
@miastarling: I see they got Zayn's looks 🙂
@zigiforever: Yeah only kids you'll ever be able to get 🤮 Gayesst ass. Leave Zayn alone
@justinbieber: gayest* @zigiforever and thank you! :) I love both gays and asses
@zaynslovers1d: love his tattoos 😍😍
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"I really, really think you should move to LA with me. I was serious when I said it, I want you with me," Zayn says as Sadie gets into a cab, heading home. We had a great morning together, though she was still in shock from being in the same apartment as Zayn.
I shake my head. "Zayn, I can't do that. My whole life is here, my friends, my work, my apartment."
"Yeah, but you'll make new friends. You won't even need to work anymore, and you'll live with me," he says, not missing a beat.
"I don't know how I'm gonna afford rent in LA when I can barely manage it here," I argue.
Zayn raises an eyebrow, looking almost offended. "I'm paying, obviously Justin. What the fuck do you think?"
"I don't want you to pay for me. And I don't have a job. I can't just pack up and move to another state without a job or any security. What am I supposed to do with my apartment here? What if we break up and I have nowhere to go?" I ask, the anxiety creeping into my voice.
"I'm not gonna break up with you, Justin. Stop talking like that. And you can keep your apartment here, I'll pay for it," he insists.
"You can't predict the future," I murmur, fiddling with my fingers.
Zayn's voice softens, almost cracking. "Yes, I can. Baby, I can't keep being without you. I just can't do it anymore. I need you with me. I miss you so much, it's killing me. I hate crying myself to sleep every night because you're not there."
"I can't move Zayn. I feel the same way, I need you too, and it's tearing me apart. But my whole life is here. My friends are like my family. I don't have anyone in LA. You could move here when you're done touring," I suggest, though we both know it's not that simple.
"You know that's impossible for me baby," he says, closing the distance between us. He kisses me, his chest warm against mine, skin to skin. I wrap my arm around him, feeling his hand slide down to my crotch, caressing me through my boxers. "Just imagine living with me. We could do this every single morning," he purrs, moving his hand faster, and I can't help but get hard instantly.
