Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 3

Justin

I was ready quickly and happy with how I looked and just slipped on my jacket, rolled up the sleeves to show off my latest tattoos and smiled at my reflection in the mirror while I fixed my hair. When I was happy with my hair, I went out to find the right pair of shoes to go with my outfit. I wore blue jeans that hung low on my crotch, a white shirt and over that my black jacket with red cuffs.

I fixed the jacket, grabbed my iPhone and quickly took a photo of myself, which I immediately posted for my dear Beliebers on Instagram and Twitter.

I wrote the hashtags #ReadyForTCAs and #Swaggy as the caption, then grabbed my wallet, put it in my pocket along with my iPhone and left the house.

I jogged to my garage to get one of my cars because I still had to pick up Heidi and she lived half an hour outside of Hollywood. I jumped into my leopard print baby and put the key in the lock. The engine roared loudly as I turned the key and I sped out of the garage. Security let the garage door close automatically behind me and I sped down the street without looking back.

--

I honked extra loudly and for a long time while I waited for Her Majesty Heidi in front of the small villa.

Since I had tinted windows, I didn't see her get to my car and I only heard the car door open and then a rather annoyed Heidi suddenly glared at me.

I smiled innocently. "I told you to be ready by five..." I shrugged.

She snorted and buckled her seat belt. I glanced at her briefly and let my gaze wander over the long coat that covered her entire body and left it to the imagination to reveal further details.

"Good, good evening Sister Heidi," I teased her, which made her look angrily at me again.

"The Cheetah Girls called and want their car back," she replied sharply.

"How dare you!" I said, exasperated.

She just rolled her eyes, looked out the window, completely ignored me and ended our little teasing.

I glared at her from the side. This girl first took a really long time to get ready, insulted my car and then rolled her eyes at me?!

Fine, bitch.

I engaged the clutch, stepped on the gas pedal and turned on the radio. Blurred Lines was playing.

"Oh God! Turn that shit off!" she wanted to press the button that would turn the radio off, but I slapped her hand away.

"Is it exciting to be my date?" I asked cheekily.

She turned away from me and rolled her eyes again.

"Have they finally told you who your partner will be?"

I shook my head. "Scooter ignored my calls," I muttered.

"Sounds suspicious," she said.

I snorted and turned the steering wheel to get on the freeway so I could drive down to LA.

The rest of the drive was actually quiet, Heidi folded down her mirror, checked her makeup or her hair and remained silent.

But just as Heidi wanted to freshen up her mascara, I had to swerve and she gasped in shock.

I turned right and she had a thick line of mascara on her cheek. I started laughing.

"Sorry, but we have to be there before six..." I said sweetly and turned exaggeratedly sharply, which only spread the black mass even more over her face.

"You asshole!" she screamed and immediately rummaged in her bag to find a pack of makeup wipes, which she used to wipe the black line from her face.

I couldn't control my laughter any longer, and when she then reached for her lipstick, twisted it open and put it on her lower lip, I couldn't resist suddenly turning away again, whereupon she painted the color back over her cheek.

"You're doing this on purpose!" she screamed, unbuckling her seatbelt. I turned back to the road, because I had to get off the freeway.

Just as I was concentrating on changing lanes and turning, I felt something gently dabbed on my cheek and then smeared. I gasped. SHE

DIDN'T DO THAT!

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw it.

That bitch next to me had actually drawn a penis on my cheek!

I tried to wipe it away, but I was distracted by Heidi's laughter.

I growled and started wiping it away again.

"Did I get it all off?" I asked myself, still rubbing my cheek.

She looked at my face.

"Yep, it's gone." she grinned. "I'm surprised though, because that penis was probably ten times bigger than yours."

"Fuck you," I growled.

"I know you want it. But we both know I deserve better than a 1.5 inch penis," she replied arrogantly.

I just rolled my eyes and headed for the bellboy next to the red carpet who would take my car and drive it to a parking lot that wasn't crowded with the awards show.

When the man in the suit came to my door, I took the key out of the lock and jumped out of the car. I walked over to Heidi's side to open the door for her, as my mother always used to tell me.

"Always be polite and a gentleman."

But I was a little shocked when she swung her perfectly tanned leg out. She was no longer wearing the black coat she had been wearing before, but black high heels and a snow-white dress that flattered her body. My jaw hit the floor.

So she had gotten ready after all!

She got completely out of the car and I immediately heard the clicking sounds of the cameras. She gave me a "what?" look when she noticed me staring. I knew she was evenly tanned and she had a nice ass, but that was...damn!

As she snapped her fingers in front of my face I blinked and heard her muffled voice say, "We are not attracted to each other, you are just looking for someone to fuck and I refuse to be used as that. And by the way, you are my best friend."

I chuckled and pulled her with me. But we were immediately stopped by the photographers and so we posed for a few photos.

"JUSTIN IS THAT YOUR NEW GIRLFRIEND?"

"ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE SELENA JEALOUS WITH HER?"

"JUSTIN WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR CHEEK? IS THAT LIPSTICK?"

I gasped and immediately wanted to wipe it away when I heard laughter again. Oh man.

"The lipstick on his face? Oh yeah, we did it in the car," Heidi provoked the paparazzi. "And I have to say that Justin is a really terrible kisser." she made a disapproving noise, the whole statement contradicting her previously established rule.

"There was soo much spit, I thought I was going to drown! And his tongue-" she grimaced. "-like a snake on crack!"

She came over to me and wiped the stuff completely and lovingly from my face, the whole time wearing an innocent smile.

"Revenge is sweet, isn't it?" she whispered.

I scowled at her, but I still have to admit my newfound respect for her. She's just great at coming back!

Reminder to myself: Stop trying to argue with Heidi, she's too good.

Haha, noooo! That's my best friend. I will always argue with her!

I grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the red carpet. Interviewers tried to get my attention, Beliebers screamed my name, cameras flashed. I smiled as I reached for my sunglasses and put them on.

"Justin! Justin!" Ryan Seacrest called my name and I grinned at the familiarity of his voice.

"Who is the lovely lady who will be your date tonight?" he asked when I reached him.

Heidi, who was getting the most attention - everyone was bombarding her with questions or flashing their cameras at her - was a little overwhelmed, which made me laugh a little.

"This is Heidi, she's my best friend. I think I brought her here to have a meaningful night that I'll remember later." I answered politely.

Ryan nodded.

"She looks an awful lot like Selena," he then remarked.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. He had indirectly asked the question that everyone would apparently kill to get the answer to.

"I may look like her, but that doesn't mean I like her." Heidi came over to us as if from heaven and gave me a gentle, brief squeeze.

Ryan smiled.

"Good, I hope you both have a nice evening. I'll see you later at your performance, Justin!"

"Thanks," I replied curtly, trying to hold my tongue. Ryan is a proper guy, but he works for E!, so he wants the latest scandals, that's his job.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Heidi asked me, "Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"Thanks Heidi, you saved me from strangling him."

She grinned.

"I was just trying to save my honor! I don't look anything like Selena!!"

I chuckled.

"The only reason he said you were like her is because you're slim and have dark hair and eyes."

She gave a fake gasp.

"So I didn't lose my vagina or anything on the way here?"

That was so illogical and typical of Heidi that I burst out laughing - which I shouldn't have done, because now all the cameras were on me.

"Oh man, I can already hear it: 'JB! Having fun with the new lady by his side!'" she predicted.

I laughed.

"Let's go inside, the show is about to start."

"Damn, time flies, huh?" she whispered and looked at her phone. It was 7:30 p.m. So time to find seats and put on the costumes.

I nodded. "She always does."

--

Zayn

"Zayn, hurry up! I swear, I know trannies who don't take as long in the bathroom as you do!" Liam banged on the bathroom door.

"You should know. All those nights in the gay clubs, right Liam?" I countered with a grin.

I heard Liam curse muffled.

"Just hurry up or we'll leave you here."

I chuckle. "But you can't do that, LiLi! I have to host the awards today and if management comes along, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when they find out you left me at home."

"Just hurry up! We don't have all day!" he growled.

I just laughed and continued to style my hair.

Then I reached for my aftershave to make sure I smelled good. I wanted to see if I could finally pick up someone today. I needed the one-night stands as a distraction.

When I had adjusted my denim jacket so that my ZAP tattoo was clearly visible, I put the last comb stroke to perfect my hair. Then I brushed my teeth again, slipped on my Nikes and walked out of the room.

The first thing I heard when I left the room was a multi-voiced sigh of relief.

"FINALLY!" Louis shouted, rolling his eyes.

"Seriously Zayn, next time you have to start getting ready the day before!" Harry advised.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

"How long did you wait?"

"An hour..." Niall replies.

My eyes widen. "What the-! Really?!" I look at my iPhone.

Really, I'm damned. The boys were right.

All four boys glared at me and I just teased, "We have to go, get going! Move your asses. We don't want to be late!" and I was the first to walk through the door.

All I could hear was Louis muttering curses.

"I can't believe it! We wait for him for an hour and then when he's finally ready he shoos us away?!"

I just grinned at that.

--

Because there were five of us, we had a limo for convenience and we drove to the awards today.

We were an hour and a half away from the Staples Center where the show was to take place. So we got in the car and the driver drove off.

Niall scrolled through his messages on his phone as we drove, looking bored until his eyes suddenly flickered and he scrolled faster.

"Guys! Justin is already at the awards! He came in his leopard car! And he brought a girl with him... she's really pretty and sexy as hell!" Niall grinned.

"What? He has a girlfriend?" Liam asked, also picking up his iPhone to scroll just as frantically as Niall had before.

His eyes also widened and he whispered, "She's beautiful!" he stared at his phone.

"Don't get involved with Justin's new girlfriend," Niall advised Liam mockingly.

Liam's cheeks turned dark.

"Saying hi once won't hurt, will it?" he asked, his lips curling into a smile.

I rolled my eyes. "Who cares who Justin bangs and who he doesn't? God! I just can't live with this mainstream pop star!"

"He's Justin Bieber and he's not going to disappear just because you want him to!" Niall growled. "And you should work on being nice to him. You're going to be on stage with him tonight."

I groaned.

"I could just get a quick bout of stomach flu and Niall will take care of it!"

Niall rolled his eyes in annoyance and was about to reply when Liam interrupted him.

"You're not sick, so stop acting like that! We're all artists and entertainers here, I don't understand what your problem is! What has he ever done to you?"

"The fact that he exists is enough!" I snorted.

Liam sighed and Niall stared at me with hatred. I knew I had just insulted one of his biggest idols, but I just couldn't stand him! He was just there before the band even existed.

I shrugged and looked out the window. I saw the buildings rush past as we got closer and closer to the Staples Center.

When the car stopped, Niall hopped out of his seat and jumped on Liam, who was Niall's obstacle between him and the door. Niall wanted to open the car door first, but Louis had the same thought and pushed him aside.

And then the battle began to decide who would get out of the car first.

I tried to keep my distance from the crowd so as not to risk my hair. I didn't exactly contribute to peace, however, as I carefully pushed past the knot of fighting boys and crawled out of the car.

As I stumbled out of the limo, I thought I was safe for two seconds.

Then suddenly someone grabbed my foot. Luckily I caught myself just in time and didn't put my pretty face on the ground. That would have been pretty embarrassing.

"Where's my shoe?" I asked, as I suddenly felt a cold draft on my foot.

I heard Niall laughing.

"Lost what?" he snorted and waved my beautiful black shoe. I growled. If the paparazzi came now and took pictures of me without a second shoe, it would be really embarrassing.

"Niall James Horan, give me back my damn shoe!" I ordered.

The other guys were still arguing about who would get out of the car first and the driver shook his head disapprovingly at us immature strangers.

Niall laughed, swung my shoe in the air and started to throw it. But before it could hit me, I ducked and he threw it over me. I hurried to my shoe and reached it before any paparazzi could take photos.

I slipped it on with a sigh of relief and the boys came to my side, smiling nicely at the cameras and at the fans who were now running towards them. To outsiders, it now looked as if we had just calmly and grown-uply got out of the car.

Oh, I loved the boys so much.

"ZAYN, ZAYN! I LOVE YOU! MARRY ME!!!" I heard a fan scream and I also heard the names of the other boys being shouted in connection with marriage proposals and declarations of love.

"Boys, boys! Do you have a minute for a quick interview?" a woman with a microphone and a cameraman behind her rushed towards us.

I looked at Liam who was standing to my left and turned my head briefly to Harry on the other side. They both shrugged. So we walked over to the woman who gave us a grateful smile. She looked pretty fit for someone who was clearly in her mid-thirties.

"So guys, you've been nominated for a group award tonight, how high do you think your chances of winning are?" she asked.

Liam cleared his throat.

"Just being nominated is an honor. There were other great people nominated in our category too. But of course we asked our fans if they would vote for us and we have the best fans in the world - so of course we'll keep our fingers crossed." And he held his fingers crossed for the camera.

The woman smiled.

"Well, Harry, Taylor Swift has also been nominated for tonight. Are you going to wish her luck?"

Harry's steady smile faltered a little and I saw annoyance in his green eyes. But he pulled himself together and replied brightly: "I wish all the entrants luck!"

The reporter didn't seem to be so happy with the answer.

In your face, bitch! You won't find the latest scandals here!

My glee evaporated when the woman turned to me and asked the question I needed the least.

"Well, Zayn, Perrie is here too. With her new boyfriend Nick Jonas. Are you going to avoid her?"

I literally wanted to bite my tongue off so as not to go for her throat and shut her down.

"When we meet, I'll be polite. I was brought up well," I said sharply. Liam laughed and slapped me on the shoulder to prevent me from coming across as too snappy and tried to make a joke out of it.

"We really have to go now, the show is starting. Thanks for the interview," Liam said kindly, but I could see that he would love to hit the bitch just as much as I did.

The reporter smiled and nodded.

"Good luck, guys, and have a nice evening!"

"What was your name again?" Liam asked with a smile, even though she hadn't introduced herself yet.

"Willa Brackins," she replied and held out her hand to Liam. He didn't take it, but put his hands in his suit pockets.

"Good, Willa, I noticed you lost something," he said.

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"Your desire to move up a bit in your career," he replied sharply, not forgetting the scorn and contempt in his voice.

Her eyes bulged out of their sockets and she turned red and white alternately. She gasped in outrage.

But Liam didn't let her start talking and went over to Louis, who was happily strolling around and smiling while the boys signed autographs and took photos.

I smiled for the cameras and then followed Liam. When I was with him, I put my arm around his shoulder to rekindle the bromance with Ziam.

The cameras and the fans went crazy when the other three boys came over and we posed for photos together.

"Zayn! I heard you're one of the presenters today. Excited?" asked an interviewer.

"I'm very honored and most of all nervous, what would happen if I said the wrong name?" I joked, getting a few laughs.

I thanked them as we were escorted to the arena, we were taken backstage, where we had to get ready because we were the fourth performers - right before Justin Bieber. And anyway, I had to announce who would be presenting, along with Bieber.

Later, when we were backstage, we saw how crowded it was and what a terrible mess there was. Some people were shouting orders, trying to drape the boards(2) nicely and sort out the costumes. The lights and effects were being arranged and we were constantly in the way of the studio staff.

"Heidi! I'll kill you for this, how can you tell the press I'm a bad kisser?!" I suddenly heard an all too familiar annoying voice that made me grind my teeth.

Justin was running after a girl in a tight white dress, who was just laughing while he stared angrily at her back. Yes, her back. It was actually just her back and not her ass. Admittedly a very nice back, but just a back.

What the?! I was angry with myself. What kind of crazy stuff was I thinking?!

"That should be a lesson to you, after all, I had all my make-up on my face because of you!" she countered and continued laughing.

"That looked really funny! Really Joker-like!" he grinned and clapped his hands.

"Hey, Justin!" Niall practically squeaked.

Justin and the girl, Heidi, turned their attention to us and I had to agree with Liam. He was right. The girl was beautiful.

"Obviously not, because I look exactly like Selena," Heidi said to Justin and rolled her eyes.

I looked at her and had to admit that she really did bear an uncanny resemblance to the "Hit The Lights" singer, but she didn't resemble her so much that you could say they were twins or anything.

"Heidi, he only said that because you have dark hair and eyes!" Justin explained with a chuckle, but the girl just rolled her eyes again and laughed mockingly.

"That's it, because then Zayn looks awfully like her too!" she pointed at me but Justin shook his head.

His eyes met mine and I had to bite my tongue to avoid glaring at him angrily.

Justin just shook his head again.

"Hey you!" he greeted with a smile.

We also greeted back more or less enthusiastically.

"And who is this gorgeous lady?" asked Harry with a grin.

Justin smiled gently and was about to introduce them to each other, but Heidi interrupted him.

"Someone who won't be at your feet because of your British accent, your curls and your green eyes," she replied and put her hand on her hip.

Justin jokingly nudged her in the ribs.

"That's Heidi Springsteen, my best friend."

Heidi smiled. "The one who said he was a terrible kisser and who looks just like Selena."

Liam looked at her slightly shaken as she assessed him with a grin. There was awe in his eyes.

"How do you know I'm a bad kisser? You've never kissed me!" Justin argued.

She just snorted.

"I'll prove it to you if you want! I'm a good kisser!"

"I'm not going to kiss you," she rolled her eyes. "I don't even know how you do it," she made horrible insinuations.

"Of course not," he snorted.

"I'd rather have Wolverine finger me than kiss you!" she shot back.

He gasped.

"I knew I didn't want you here tonight!"

"I would have been here either way, idiot, I'm one of your dancers." she laughed at him.

This girl was getting more and more likeable...

"You should be glad that I love you, Springsteen." he growled.

"And you should be glad that I'm standing here with you, leopard girl." She grinned and patted his cheek.

Justin growled and slapped her hand away, but you could definitely see that there was a strong bond there, real love in a platonic way.

"I'm going to go to my seat now, you guys will go first, right?" Heidi asked Justin, but looked at me.

Justin, however, nodded.

"Yep! And we're going to start the show! Who's going to host with me? Niall?" he asked the Irishman.

Niall frowned and shook his head.

"Liam?"

Another shake of the head.

"Harry?"

"Nope."

"Louis?"

"No, too lazy." Louis grinned.

Justin turned his gaze to me and smiled.

"Okay, this will be fun."

Heidi and the other guys made their way to their seats.

"I'll hold your seat!" Heidi called and Justin laughed as he shook his head.

"Hey, Styles! Take me to my seat!" I heard Heidi's commanding voice from further away.

I had to bite my lip. I really didn't want to be here.

"Alright, do you want to call out the nominees? Or should I? Or do you want to announce the winners?" Justin asked as he grabbed a drink.

I shrugged.

"Um, one shrug for yes and two for no?" he guessed, making the corners of my mouth twitch. Damn it, I'm not going to let that... that idiot make me laugh!

Well, I've known better curse words.

"Alright, I'm going to call out the nominees. And since we're opening, we're going to make a few jokes and stuff while people are looking for their seats. This is all just a publicity stunt, right?" he asked me, seeking confirmation.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"How do you know?"

He chuckled.

"Scooter didn't take my calls and he wouldn't tell me who my presenting partner would be and when I found out, it became clear to me." he explained.

This guy was way too smart to be a Canadian pop star! But I would never tell him that he impressed me.

"So, we have fifteen minutes before we have to leave." He trailed off and adjusted his sunglasses. What guy wore sunglasses in a room? He wasn't Stevie Wonder!

"Are you ever going to take them off?" I asked, tapping my glasses.

"Why?" he looked at me. "Do you want to see my beautiful eyes? Are you a Belieber too?" he cooed.

I rolled my eyes and said dryly, "No, I'm just trying to keep you from looking like a dork."

"You sound like Heidi," he commented, chuckling, but he didn't take off his sunglasses.

"She's definitely a little different," I grinned.

He burst out laughing.

"You don't even know half the ways she's a little different."

I felt myself starting to smile, but I pulled myself together.

"Let me get one thing straight: we're not friends!" "

I know. Friends know each other. I barely know anything about you," he smiled.

I shook my head.

"Why the hell are you wearing baggy pants? They make you look like a clown!" I tried to change the subject, which was getting awkward even though I had brought it up.

"It's called swag, something you don't have." He grinned and patted my cheek.

"That way I don't have to worry about tripping over my feet while I perform, idiot."

"I'd rather be myself than wear pants I can't breathe in," he replied, pointing to my tight jeans. "Face it, you have chicken legs in them!"

I gave him the middle finger and took a sip from a water bottle that was provided for us.

The theme music started playing and I tensed up. Damn, is it already that time?

"And here as hosts of the Teen Choice Awards are One Direction's Zayn Malik and Justin Bieber!" the announcer said and Justin strode onto the stage, dragging me behind him.

I could see out of the corner of my eye how my boys gave me a thumbs up while the girls jumped up from their seats. Liam gave me a quick smile before continuing to talk to Heidi, who just laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Hey everyone! What's up Los Angeles?" Justin shouted swaggeringly into his microphone. The crowd cheered and screamed in response. Justin smiled and waved to the girls in front of us.

"So, Zayn and I are here to entertain you while some of you are still looking for your seats," he joked, making the crowd in front of us laugh. How could they laugh, that wasn't even funny?

I cleared my throat.

"That wasn't funny," I told him dryly, which in turn made him chuckle while the crowd nearly fell out of their seats. What went wrong with them?

"Right... but we have a lot of performances tonight. I'm performing later, right after that guy," he pointed at me, "and his buddies. And yes,Avril Lavigne is about to perform her latest single!"

"Maroon 5 will be playing their summer hit Love Somebody," I added with a smile and the crowd cheered.

"Spoiler alert!" Justin shouted and the hall burst into laughter again.

"What the? Oh, shut up, Canadian Baconboy!" I replied, a little perplexed.

"I will if you do, Mr. Bradford Bad Boy," he teased and giggled almost girlishly. In return, he only received a confused look from me before I continued: "And now, the candidates for the category: Country Song."

Justin and I watched the candidates being shown on the big screen, but I knew from the start who would win, it would be the one with the largest and most dedicated fan base, who usually wins these things.

"And the Teen Choice Award goes to..." Justin began as we opened the envelope with the winner's name together. I groaned inwardly as I read the name from the blue paper.

"Taylor Swift! We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together!" we announced in unison.

The crowd cheered, screamed and whistled as Taylor stood up from her seat. She smiled and I just wanted to pull the board over her head so she could pose.

"This song isn't even country," Justin muttered as I tried to hide my disapproval.

Taylor climbed the steps of the stage and received her surfboard award.

"Oh my god! I have to thank my fans! I love you, my dear Swifties! I have to thank my parents, my manager and my producer!" she started and I was sure she could go on like this for hours.

Then she turned to us and hugged Justin, I heard him whisper a congratulations and she thanked me loudly. Immediately after that she turned to me and her eyes narrowed but she continued to smile nonetheless.

As we hugged each other out of necessity I couldn't help but whisper in her ear: "So you're looking for attention? Yeah, not much has happened since he dumped you..."

"Leave Harry out of it!" she said through gritted teeth.

"Sure, sweetheart," I grinned.

Her body stiffened but she didn't answer, just glared at me and walked off the stage, me and Justin followed her.

--

"The next performers were nominated for five TCA's tonight! A big round of applause for One Direction!" Ian Sommerhalder announced as he clapped and walked off the stage.

The guys and I cheered ourselves and gave the others a grin or a thumbs up. Even after three years and countless performances, we were still nervous as hell.

The curtain fell and the band started with the first notes of our song Best Song Ever. The crowd went wild as Harry walked to the front of the stage and screamed his part into the microphone.

The crowd reaction was just a storm of whistles and screams and adrenaline pumping through our veins. The way we performed reminded me once again why I wanted to be a singer.

When I sang my high notes, I made sure I could show them off. I wanted to show the world that I could sing and especially to show a certain "swaggery person" who was nodding his head in mild interest to the beat how much better I was.

"It was the best song ever!" I finished the song and I and the guys were breathing heavily as the crowd went wild and screamed.

The usual group hug followed as the TV channels rolled to commercials and we faded out.

Now top that, Bieber!

--

And boy, did he top it. But so much.

I gritted my teeth as Justin ran to the stage and the beat of As Long As You Love Me came out of the speakers. Everyone went crazy, even the adults.

"As Long As You Love Me

We could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke

As long as you love me, I'll be your platinum I'll be your gold."

And his whole dance team danced in sync with him as he made it clear that he was dancing provocatively. Unfortunately, it was pretty impressive. Especially when the background dancers danced along. I could see Heidi, she was positioned to his right. Her movements mirrored his perfectly as she moved her hips and upper body to the beat.

"AND NOW GIVE MY MAN BIG SEAN A BIG APPLAUSE!" he screamed into the microphone and the whole arena jumped up when the rapper started rapping.

"I don't if this makes sense, but you're my hallelujah..." sang Big Sean while Justin continued to perform and lip-synced along to the rapper's lyrics. He put his arm around the rapper's shoulder and looked like he was having the time of his life.

The bastard.

When Big Sean left the stage, the music changed to Beauty And A Beat.

This bastard would perform two songs?!

Damn preferential treatment!

"OH MY GOD JUSTIN! LET ME LOVE YOU!" I heard Niall scream next to me and laughed at him, but he just kept singing along, completely lost in his fangirl existence.

Liam, on the other hand, only had eyes for Heidi and followed her every lewd move. How she moved her hips and legs, turned and knelt down.

Justin paused and waved briefly to the audience before he started singing.

"Show you off, tonight I wanna show you off, eh eh eh." he sang languishingly into the microphone, while his dancers spread out across the stage. But I didn't take my eyes off the singer who was stealing the show.

I just hoped or prayed that he didn't bring Nicki Minaj on stage to sing with her. I didn't know if I would be able to control myself when she came on stage and rapped her verses.

"GIVE ME ANOTHER BIG APPLAUSE FOR THE WONDERFUL MISS NICKI MINAJ!" he yelled into the crowd and pointed to the right, where the rapper with a blond curly wig and hideous clothes strutted onto the stage.

Too soon to celebrate.

When Nicki spoke her verses, Justin made the fans scream even louder, while the brown-haired man kept looking at Nicki. I growled.

Why the hell him? Why was he getting all the attention? The fame? The famous people who worked with him?

Why not us? Why not One Direction?

I felt the rage burning in my body, pumping through my veins and all I wanted to do at that moment was jump on stage and strangle that fame-hungry boy.

Watch out for Zayner, Canadian Bacon!

--

Justin

When I playfully rubbed my hips against Nicki's the crowd went completely wild and I had to grin. And then the song came to its spectacular end, which got the whole hall jumping and screaming.

It was still so unbelievable and surreal that I had so many fans and people who liked me and listened to my songs.

The rush of the feeling of performing made me shiver and all the applause and excitement made the fine hairs on my arms stand up.

It was a feeling I wouldn't give up for anything or anyone.

I let my gaze wander over the audience and then felt a particularly intense gaze resting on me. I looked for whoever was watching me and found him in the front row. Zayn was sitting there, his hands clenched into fists, giving me the hardest death stare I've ever seen. His eyes were sparkling with hatred and a hint of jealousy.

His knuckles were white and he looked like he was trying not to explode in a big ball of fire.

What the hell was his problem? Was Perrie standing behind me or something?

Heidi jumped over to me and hugged me.

"That was incredible!"

I hugged her in return and said, "I know! We rocked that thing!"

"YOU rocked it. It was all your doing, Justin!" she corrected me.

I smiled at her as she let go of me and left the stage, blowing kisses to my Beliebers.

--

"Thanks to everyone who watched the show at home today! Congratulations to all the winners and good night to all of you!" said the hosts, the guy from Glee and a girl from Pretty Little Liars.

After I had changed and was now back in my normal clothes and no longer in the stage outfit, Heidi grabbed her bag and followed me. I caught Liam Payne staring at her ass again.

By God, if he kept this up, he would definitely be castrated by the end of the night!

"Are we going to the after party?" asked Heidi, slowly walking towards the exit.

"Hell yes!" I nodded. "Are you going too?" I asked the five-person band, who were following their mother - in this case Liam - like little ducklings.

"YES! LET'S GO PARTY!" Louis shouted and ran ahead to the exit. The party would take place in a nearby club.

"Hey, Zayn," I spoke to the dark-haired man and smiled sweetly. "Did you have a good time? We should perform together again soon." At my smile, he seemed about to explode again. Okay, I was a little mean... but it was funny!

Zayn ignored me. "Can we get away from her? I'd like to get drunk right now."

--

I Need Your Love by Calvin Harris feat. Ellie Goulding was blaring loudly from the big speakers and Heidi started to squeal.

"OH my God! I love this song! Dance with me, Liam!" she demanded and pulled the confused Brit onto the dance floor by the arm. I had to grin when I saw the boy's rosy cheeks. If there was one thing Heidi wasn't, it was almost certainly shy!

She pushed him onto the black surface and placed his hands on her hips, swaying them to the beat of the music. He immediately did the same - admittedly a little awkwardly.

Zayn mumbled something to himself, then slammed his newly purchased and already empty beer bottle on the table and said loudly: "I need another beer!" then he stood up and headed for the bar.

"Wait, Malik! I'm coming with you!" I called after him.

"Whatever..." he growled.

I narrowed my eyes. What was his problem? Was he on his period or what?

We both reached the bar at the same time and when the bartender recognized me, he immediately gave me a beer. Without me saying anything.

Zayn cursed. "What the hell, Justin!? Why are you getting such special treatment?! That's not fair!"

"It's not like I'm asking, sometimes I really wish I were normal!" I defended myself, stunned.

He shook his head and tried to get the attention of the bartender, who was negotiating with a few girls.

"Here," I pushed my bottle towards him. "Take mine."

"Why?" Zayn's eyes tightened.

"Because it's obvious that you need it more than I do," I replied truthfully. He just really looked like he desperately needed a drink.

Zayn sighed in defeat.

"Look, I'm sorry, it's just that the breakup with Perrie is really getting to me and I'm just taking it out on you."

I smiled gently.

"It's okay," I reassured him. "Bartender? I need a beer!"

The young guy looked confused, but immediately unscrewed one of the countless beer bottles in front of him and pushed it over to me. I grinned and nodded at him.

I turned back to Zayn, who shook his head in disbelief.

"Good," I began. "Let's get started, yeah?" I suggested, raising my beer so he could clink his against it.

He shrugged. "Get it full before we even notice? YEAH!"

And who would know at that moment that everything would be turned upside down that night and we wouldn't be able to escape each other.

Who would know that that night changed everything...