Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 6

Justin

"Now tell me what the hell you mean by 'actually done'!" I demanded seriously, leaning towards her.

She turned her head and glared at me.

"Can you please keep your distance?! Your breath is killing me! You stink like crazy!"

I opened my eyes wide, backed away and put my hand over my mouth. And damn, I really did stink!

"Stop distracting me!" I said, annoyed.

"It's so simple, you vain, superficial idiot." She grinned.

"I'm not vain!" I growled. "I just like looking good. It's not like that's a bad thing! Besides, it boosts my self-esteem."

Her grin just grew and she shook her head.

"We've been there before," she mumbled and I started to complain about how un-vain I was. That it was just a constant need for me to look good, that my stylist always forced me to look good anyway - it wasn't my fault - and that it just couldn't be that a hair wasn't in its place.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it! It must be really hard for you!" she assured me and I didn't hear the sarcasm in her voice.

I smiled smugly and triumphantly.

"Okay, where were we?"

"Before you started whining, did you think that you weren't a conceited girl, but just Justin Drew Bieber who can't help having to look good?" she replied dryly.

"I'm not a conceited girl!" I protested.

She snorted.

"No, definitely not," she said sarcastically. "Now I'm not surprised you married a guy, you're getting gayer by the day!" she muttered.

I clenched my fingers as I remembered.

"That was it! We talked about that before I started defending myself," I growled at the end.

"You mean you defended your makeup cabinet and the box of hair gel," she corrected with a wicked grin.

"Now shut up!" I shouted. "Now tell me what you meant by 'you idiots actually did it'!"

She froze and bit her lower lip nervously. Normally I found that pretty hot in girls. I mean, no matter who bites their lip, it's pretty sexy! So don't judge me!

But this was different, she was keeping something from me.

"Heidi Gaudalupe Springsteen," I began as she began to nervously play with the hem of her sleeves. "If you don't come clean right now, I'll never speak to you again! Never again!" I threatened, even if it was an empty threat. Of course I would speak to her again. She was my best friend.

"You're really using my middle name in this situation?!" she hissed.

"Not everyone can have a middle name as sexy as mine," I grinned, shrugging my shoulders and tugging my collar smugly into place.

"You know what?! Fuck off!" she threw at me and turned away.

I grinned. "You're finally coming to your senses!" I cheekily slid over to her.

She let out a noise of contempt.

"You're crazy, I'd only catch something!"

I gasped.

"You'd only catch yourself being completely satisfied for the first time in your entire life."

She gave me the middle finger, looked out the window and then crossed her arms.

I chuckled to myself. Heidi was no longer a virgin, but I could imagine how easily she always let the boys' advances bounce off her like a basketball bounced across the field. This woman was somehow extremely bored by the "simplicity" or "Mon syllabicity" of the male species.

"So, are you going to tell me at some point?" I repeated the previous question for the third time.

She opened her mouth to probably give me my long-awaited answer, but then the car stopped and Jeff, who had discreetly held back and hopefully hadn't heard too much of our conversation, turned to us and nodded at me, "Justin," he looked at Heidi, "Heidi," he nodded at her too. "We're at the airport, your luggage is already here."

She looked at me and smiled sweetly.

"I think I won't be able to tell you until later." She opened the car door.

I growled and grabbed her arm before she could leave.

"We'll definitely get two minutes, right, Jeff? We have something private to discuss." I put my arm over Heidi and closed the door again. Jeff, who had already gotten out, was about to close the door and shouted to Heidi: "If I'm not out in five minutes, please call an ambulance!"

Jeff just grinned. He knew Heidi and knew when she was going way overboard.

"Why would I kill you? You're not worth going to jail because of you," I asked as Jeff closed the door.

"Of course I am!" she snapped. "I'm worthy of twenty-five years in prison, if not life!"

I sighed in annoyance and shook my head.

"Now tell me what you remember," I demanded, not arguing further with her statement. I hoped that her memory would tell me what I had been doing. Perhaps she hadn't lost sight of us straight away and had remembered a few bits and pieces from my story.

She groaned and rubbed her face.

"It's pretty blurry, after all I was almost as drunk as you last night."

I just raised my eyebrows and waited for her to continue.

"So, after the awards ceremony we went to the after-show party and... well, I don't really remember that much." She frowned. "When we got bored we went to a club. Club Sapphire, I think?" she said uncertainly. I shrugged. "It doesn't matter," she dismissed it. "But you and Zayn were so drunk, it's unbelievable. You two couldn't even stand up straight! You were leaning on each other and clinging to each other like your pathetic lives depended on it."

"Stop making stupid jokes," I glared at her. "I want to know what you remember."

"Anyway," she rolled her eyes. "You carried on and at one point you started talking about what sluts and whores Perrie and Selena were. I swear Zayn started crying but when I asked Liam about it he just said that Zayn was an emotional drunk and I didn't think anything of it." She nodded and grinned a little. "You were drunk as hell and you comforted him. You said 'Don't worry Zayn, you're a' and yes I quote 'a sexy mothafucker. You'll find another girl soon. You don't need that talentless British bitch.' Zayn smiled and hugged you - and mind you, I was already pretty drunk, so it's all a bit of a blur!" she defended herself. "Then when you stumbled upon those stupid girls, you came up with this idea of ​​getting married." She looked at me with a crooked but knowing grin.

"What? Excuse me? What the fuck?!" I stuttered.

"Basically, you said 'Let's show those two bitches that we don't need them! Let's get married, Zayn!' And Zayn, the vulnerable and drunk, of course stumbled out of the club with you."

Oh God. Oh my fucking God. That hadn't happened... please don't!

"Why didn't you stop us?!" I screamed, horrified.

Now she burst into laughter.

"We didn't think you'd actually go through with it! You two boys couldn't walk to Las Vegas by yourself, let alone drive." I groaned humiliatedly and buried my face in my hands. "And that's all I remember. You two left, screaming and cheering that you were getting married," she concluded this fruitfully embarrassing story.

I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe.

My chest was tight. That couldn't have happened. That had to be some kind of game. That just couldn't have happened. That couldn't have happened. I couldn't take it anymore.

And I hated myself for what was happening now.

I felt the tears behind my eyelids and it burned. But I couldn't cry. I was Justin Drew Bieber!

How many times had I told myself that today.

Tormented, I realized that I was smiling. I pressed my knuckles against my eyes until it hurt, hoping to hold back the tears.

"Justin?" Heidi whispered.

I took a shaky breath.

"Justin? Are you okay? We have to go. The plane is taking off in a few minutes." Heidi put her hand hesitantly on my shoulder.

I took another deep breath and looked up.

It was all just too much for me.

Maybe one thing made it easier for me and blamed the tears on my tiredness. The tears that I was now wiping from my eyelashes. Angry and disgusted, I ran my wrist over my eyes and brushed them away.

"Yes," I croaked. "I'm okay."

I opened the door on my side and got out. Heidi did the same and we walked in silence to the entrance of the large hall.

"I should call Liam," she said into the silence, bringing me out of my thoughts, which admittedly weren't particularly positive.

"No!" I gasped when her words reached me. "Noooooooo! Don't tell anyone! No one can know!"

Her eyes narrowed and she put her phone back in her pocket.

"Okay, but what do you want to do now?"

I looked down.

"I don't know, but I have to catch this plane now."

She nodded and briefly took my hand affectionately.

"It's going to be okay, Justin," she said, smiling.

--

Zayn

I was too busy being angry at that asshole to feel myself clutching my iPhone so hard that it almost shattered.

That bastard didn't even listen to me!

"Hey, Zee? We have to go now." Niall stuck his head into my room, wearing a red snapback.

I snapped out of my stupor and looked around my room to see that I hadn't even finished packing.

Liam is going to kill me.

I crawled around my room, not really caring that the clothes I was stuffing into my suitcase were getting wrinkled. Then I ran to the bathroom, grabbed my hair products and hairdryer, and made sure I grabbed some of the stuff hotels always put out - I loved collecting that stuff, it's a reminder of every place I've been and maybe that way I wouldn't forget some.

I slipped on my shoes and went back into the room where Niall was sitting on my bed. He looked at me with a confused look.

"Zee? Are you okay? You're usually the first to finish packing." His voice was full of worry and his blue eyes radiated unease.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "I got here late so I didn't get the chance."

"Are you sure?" He pursed his lips uncertainly. "You know you can always come to me. I know I'm not Liam and I'm not the most understanding of our group, but I'm a good listener."

Then he devalued himself and put himself down like he was the least needed person in the band.

I walked over to him.

"Niall, just because you're not Daddy Direction doesn't mean you can't give good advice or make us feel better."

He looked down shyly and then back at me.

"Thanks Zee, but what's wrong with you?"

"Still hungover, I think." I sighed, but gave him a crooked smile.

It had to be that way, the damn tequila was still playing tricks on me.

That would be nice.

Niall chuckled. "You and Justin attacked the poor barman, the whole bar was covered in booze." Niall chuckled again, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you and Justin were best friends," he added.

"Best friends?" I snorted. "Me and Justin? Niall, are you sure you're not still drunk?"

Niall propped himself up on his thighs and looked up at me.

"I mean, we're all best mates, but even we disconnect as couples. You're alone most of the time, Zayn."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be alone," I replied.

"There's a difference between doing something on your own and being alone." Niall sighed, putting his fingertips together.

"I've just come out of a long relationship, Niall, maybe being alone is exactly what I need right now." I shoot back.

Niall gave up. "I'm sorry Zayn."

"It's all good, you're just a good friend, Nialler." I smiled and bent down to close the suitcase. "Now, let's go to the others. Liam will kill us otherwise."

Niall nodded and got up from the bed, grinning. I put my suitcase up and pulled it behind me and Niall to the door, where I slung the bag that was leaning against the closet and that contained my laptop and my iPod over my shoulder and waited until Niall opened the door.

"Hey, Zayn?" Niall began.

"Yes, Niall?" I looked at him and he had his hand on the door handle.

"Sorry about the iPod thing," he said nervously and scratched the back of his head.

"It was kind of a good joke, Niall," I admitted, thus dismissing it.

He sighed with relief and opened the door.

"But you shouldn't turn your back on me, Leprechaun." I threatened with a grin.

"Whatever, let's go now." He rolled his eyes and walked out into the hallway, I followed him.

The boys were already waiting at the other end of the hallway, suitcases and bags were ready and the relieved faces they made when they saw us were unmistakable, only Liam was distractedly typing away on his cell phone.

"Did you try to put the hotel mattress in your suitcase?" he asked dryly, looking up from the screen. The boys laughed quietly.

"Have you finally gotten over your fears and called Heidi?" I countered.

Liam looked up and flashed me a smile, but you could clearly see that his cheeks were darkening.

"Oh, has Leeyummy fallen in love?" Niall cooed behind me, teasing his best friend like nothing else.

Liam's cheeks only got redder and he mumbled something into his nonexistent beard.

"We have to go," he growled, his eyes on the ground.

Harry and Louis whistled behind him and I heard Liam telling them to shut up and dig a hole to die in.

Niall followed Larry, who was still taunting Liam behind them, and that's when Niall's words popped into my head again.

Niall was at Liam's side and Harry and Louis were also walking next to each other, laughing and teasing.

And I was alone.

That shouldn't bother me, because it had always been that way. I tended to distance myself, but - and don't think anything wrong with me, I love the boys - but I wasn't stuck to someone all the time like Harry was to Louis and Louis to Harry, or attracted to someone like Liam was to Niall or vice versa.

Maybe that's what made the breakup so hard, Perrie was someone I could hang out with, talk to, go on dates with and just be around so I didn't feel so alone.

I purposely walk a little slower so I can look at my phone and check my calls without being noticed. I wasn't expecting a call from Justin, he had every right to think it was a joke, it was hard to believe, but I still found it hurtful that he didn't call.

It was hard for me to find out too.

I didn't want to be married. I'm twenty years old, for God's sake! And fuck, I'm not even gay.

I hovered my finger over a particular contact and debated with myself whether or not I should call and face reality.

I paused over the number and sighed, if I wanted a way out of this whole situation, he was one of the few people who could help me find that way.

I went to the contact and then to call, then held the phone to my ear, looked around and made sure the guys were out of earshot.

"Hello? This is Priscilla from Daniel Hathway's law firm." A cheerful female voice greeted.

I was so done with secretaries for today.

I took a deep breath and tried to sound as nice as possible.

"Hello, this is Liam Payne, one of Daniel's clients, can I speak to him?"

"Of course, Mr. Payne!" she replied and heard her transfer me to him.

I bit my lip impatiently.

"Hi, Liam! What's up? I haven't heard from you in a long time!" said Daniel. Liam always dealt with our lawyers, I never did.

"Actually, it's not Liam here," I said cautiously.

"Oh! Zayn! What a surprise!" he replied.

"Yes," I grinned.

Daniel cleared his throat.

"Since you're calling, I assume Liam is sick? The guys would automatically hand over the responsibility to you."

I grinned, I didn't know that, good thing Liam was never sick enough to stop making calls.

"No," I cleared my throat too. "Because this has nothing to do with the band, this is my personal concern."

Daniel was silent for a moment.

"Is everything OK? You're not involved in anything illegal, I hope?"

"No." I rolled my eyes. "I assure you, I'm not. But I wish I was."

"What do you mean?" he asked worriedly.

I cleared my throat again and started walking, I would take an elevator for myself, because we wouldn't all fit in one anyway.

I decided not to take the elevator that was already waiting, this call would take a while.

"I need you to look something up for me," he began.

"Zayn, I'm not your private investigator, I can't find out something or someone for you," he interrupted me.

I growled. "I need to see you," I said. Anything else wouldn't help anyway. "I'm married, damn it!"

Daniel was quiet for a moment.

"Excuse me? Married? But didn't you and Perrie split up? I've been following all this in the press!" he asked, assuming I'd misheard.

"Not with Perrie, Daniel. Someone else," I said quietly.

"Who?" he asked.

"If it's actually legal, you'll find out," I snapped.

I hear Daniel pacing frantically.

"Does anyone know about it?"

"No, and I actually want it to stay that way. I want to see if it's even legal first, then we'll find some kind of solution," I instructed him.

"Okay, Zayn. But I recommend that neither you nor your wife talk to anyone about it, not even the boys. Not until we can solve the problem," he recommended.

My heart skipped a beat at the word 'wife'.

If only he knew...

"Okay, thanks, Daniel," I whispered into the phone.

"You're welcome, Zayn. After all, your management pays me to take care of your worries and problems. I'll be in touch," he said goodbye and hung up.