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: he nut in me 3 times, you can call me tres leches ______________________________
@miastarling: YOU LOOK SO PEEFECT MOMMAS SLUT!!!
@zayn: absolutely fucking done with u
@lucasvaldez: let me taste 👅
@willnotsmith: that caption should've stayed in the drafts baby
@jonhblack: fuck you're so fine 🤤
@zaynszlutz: unhinged and I love it 🥰
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I'm sprawled out on the couch, mindlessly flipping through TV channels, not really focusing on any of them. It's hard to believe it's already been three months of Zayn's break, and we've only got two more until Zayn's European tour kicks off. Honestly, I'm not sure how I'm going to handle it. I miss Grindstone like crazy, but more than that, I can't imagine not waking up to Zayn every morning. After almost a year of sharing our mornings, the thought of being without him is just, tough. At least the bed in the house is a million times better than the one on the tour bus. I kinda dread sleeping in it again.
Zayn keeps begging me to come along for the European leg, and it really is so freaking tempting. Traveling through all those new countries with the love of my life? It sounds like a freaking dream. But at the same time, the idea of being on a different continent than my friends is kind of terrifying.
Lately, Zayn's been so busy with tour prep. He still tries to make time for me, which I appreciate, but I know it's not easy for him. We barely argue anymore, just the usual stuff, like who's cleaning up, who's better at Crash Bandicoot, or who's gonna top.
He started his therapy, and he's doing so good. Like so so good. I see the progress every freaking day, and I'm so happily in love that it's kind of scary. I've been in love with him for four and a half years, but I think we've never had it as good as we do now.
Today, he was out the door before I even woke up. It's been like that a lot recently. I know he's working hard, even if I don't totally get what he's prepping for. Like, on stage, he just stands there and sings, no dance moves or anything. I love him and he's mesmerizing, but like move a single muscle for god sakes. I've tried everything to get him to dance, but to no one's surprise he says no. He does dance at home, it took a long time for him to be comfortable with it, but now we dance almost everyday. He's really bad at it, it's so freaking funny.
I still work at the cafe, but it's not full time, I'm looking for other jobs as well, but honestly it's hard. I don't really feel so safe in a lot of places, people really have gotten worse since me and Zayn got engaged and I really can't understand why.
The sun's setting now, the sky a mix of pink and orange, and I remember I promised Zayn I'd cook something that isn't waffles. I open the fridge, staring at all the vegetables and fruit he eats every day. Every single day.
