Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 9

Zayn

Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

I grabbed my phone and was about to throw it over the hotel balcony, but I thought about it again at the last moment. My iPhone is practically my soulmate, after all.

"WHAT?!" I screamed into the phone. I was definitely done with these early morning calls.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Zayn! It's late afternoon. Why the hell are you so bitchy?!" Liam shouted down the line and then sighed.

"Sorry Liam, I didn't get much sleep." I lied with part of the truth. Justin had called me at three in the morning, after all.

He snorted.

"Fine, I only called you because I have to tell you that we have an interview with some magazine today."

"All right," I sighed heavily.

"Good, the interview starts in half an hour. But you have to be in my room in twenty minutes, so hurry up," he instructed me and said his eyes widened in shock.

"What?! How the-? How can you-? LIAM!"

All I heard was a loud, gleeful laugh.

"Liam! You're an insufferable bastard!" I growled.

"Oooh," he cooed. "Such a big word coming from Zaynie in the morning."

I didn't answer, just hung up, but I could still hear his laughter.

I bolted out of bed and fell face first onto the floor, tangled in the hotel sheets.

The world hated me, didn't it?

I ran to the bathroom, ripped the shower curtain aside and turned on the shower. I hurried, I really did. Like the world was about to end. Which it almost did.

Zayn Javaad Malik never left his room looking like the walking dead. So I would cause an apocalypse if I went to the interview looking like I was currently. So, no, Zayn could only look sexy. Anything else would destroy anyone's world view.

I shampooed and rinsed my hair at breakneck speed and hopped out of the shower when I thought this day couldn't get any worse.

I slipped on the tiled floor and landed on my beautiful ass, which would probably now be bruised.

"What a son of a bitch! I'll hold that against him forever!" I cursed Liam as I pulled myself up at the sink and grabbed one of the white, fluffy hotel towels to dry myself off. I could already feel the bruise spreading and disfiguring my ass.

"No, I'm going to hold this against Justin forever. This is all his fault. He called me and that alone is bad luck!" I said to myself as I started brushing my teeth.

Once I had my outfit put together, I started fixing my hair. Which could take a while, just remind you! I had to blow dry it, gel it into shape and do all that shit anyway to get my hair perfectly styled so I looked like the sex god I was.

As I reached for my phone to put it in my bag, it started ringing again.

I didn't bother to look at the screen to see who it was. It was most likely Liam, telling me to finally get off my ass and go to his room.

"Liam, I'm almost done! I just need to put my shoes on!" I said annoyed, cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder so I could slip into my white Converse.

"Not that I care, but what beautiful heels are you wearing today, my oh so beloved wifey?"

I'm dying, I was wrong.

"What the hell, Justin? Can't you leave me alone? Are you secretly obsessed with me?" I closed my eyes and picked up the phone. "I

thought," he cackled. "Women want to be noticed. You want to be looked after."

"I'm not one of those clingy people," I chime in. "I can take care of myself."

"Not that I love talking to you or anything," he laughed. "But where are you going today, sweetheart?"

I snorted. "Are you part of One Direction, Justin?"

"Obviously not, I'm Justin Bieber. I didn't need a group to be introduced to me or a pointless, stupid talent show," he replied.

"How am I supposed to understand that?" I exclaimed, insulted.

"Just like I said, wifey."

"You're an asshole."

"Yeah, well, I have an asshole. So technically that makes me an asshole. But doesn't that make you one too? Oh wait, it does!" he exclaimed, laughing.

"That doesn't make any sense." I wrinkled my nose in confusion.

"Maybe you inhaled a little too much hairspray, it killed some of your brain cells." he replied as if it were obvious.

"Is there some reason why you called me? Or are you just trying to annoy me again? I can't believe Justin Bieber has nothing else to do but bother me."

"You know why I called you, wifey. We need to set up a meeting."

I frowned.

"Okay, let's get started. Where are you right now?"

"Are you a stalker? Or are you really a Belieber?"

"No! I can't stand your music!"

"Oh, and why not?" he whined.

"Because! It's stupid! None of it has any deeper meaning. The songs say nothing other than how beautiful and naive love is, I mean, really Justin? As Long As You Love Me? Beauty And A Beat? Did you watch a certain Disney movie that inspired you so much that you had to write a bunch of trashy songs about it?!" I snapped at him.

"Oh really?! And singing about 'Tonight let's get some!' is better? Asking twelve year old girls to have sex? Are you actually the producer of 16 And Pregnant?" he snapped back.

"You know what? I hope you have a really crappy day today, Justin! I hope you step in dog shit with your new white shoes that Niall always copies from you, I hope you break your goddamn leg and I hope you get herpes! ALL ON THE SAME FUCKING DAY!"

I hung up. Oh, that irritating bastard. I looked at my phone and saw that half an hour had passed since Liam's call. I could already imagine what Liam would say when I got to his room.

But honestly, I didn't care. Justin was pissing me off so much I couldn't believe it and I was 550% done with the day. All I wanted to do was smoke a cigarette and drink a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. Maybe that would distract me a little.

And as if it wasn't bad enough, I was married to that annoying, arrogant, shitty Justin Bieber.

I walked out of my room and slammed the door behind me so hard that the door frame shook.

Damn, I was so pissed.

When I got to Liam's room, I saw all the cameramen preparing the already really tidy room for the photo shoot and the interview.

"How nice, look who decided to join us after all." Liam greeted me and everyone looked at me and if I hadn't been so frustrated, I would have turned bright red.

I just glared at Liam and the teasing smile slipped from his face. It turned into a worried expression.

"What's wrong?" he mouthed.

I just shook my head. I wasn't going to let Justin get me down. So I plastered a fake smile on my face and shrugged my shoulders.

Liam narrowed his eyes and looked at me piercingly, but he didn't ask any questions, he just went back to the interviewer. It was a woman with blonde hair, with whom Liam was just beginning to discuss something.

"Zaynie!" Niall greeted me from the kitchen counter, while he stuffed not one, but three muffins into his mouth.

"Your eating habits will never cease to amaze me," I chuckled.

He smiled and the muffin remains showed between his white, recently straight(1) teeth. I grimaced.

"Has no one ever told you to keep your mouth closed when you eat?" asked Louis, who had just come in and shook his head.

Niall blushed and shrugged while reaching for his fourth muffin. This leprechaun really had no sense of shame.

"I will never cease to be amazed at how you manage to look so sexy in twenty minutes, Zayn." he teased and I rolled my eyes as I flipped on my smile.

"Niall, I was born sexy and I'll be sexy forever." I explained with mock seriousness.

He rolled his eyes and was about to answer when Liam called for us to come over to him.

"Time to get to work, boys." Harry called as he walked over to Liam.

I followed the curly-headed guy, with Niall and Louis following behind me.

As we reached the couch, the very fit looking American interviewer waved us over. We all smiled at her and I swear that made her blush.

"Hi, boys! This interview will not be live, as if you mess something up or stumble over your sentences, it won't be on TV. I'm just going to record it all and then I can type it up for the next issue of Teen Vogue." she explained.

We nodded. That was good, we didn't have to be perfect, we could be ourselves. The way we liked.

So, guys, let's start with the simple questions, shall we?" she suggested with a perfect smile. Normally I would be hypnotized by her right now, but I just had this weird feeling inside me.

"So, how's the tour been so far?" she asked with a grin.

"The tour is incredible! The fans have been really wonderful and supportive. Our whole tour sold out in a couple of hours, it's so surreal!" Liam answered for us and we just nodded in agreement.

The interviewer smiled.

"Do you like this album better or the first album? I got the impression that the second one was a little more mature."

I gritted my teeth. That was exactly what Justin had indirectly meant.

"It's more 'us' if I'm honest Lilly, we're all teenage boys and that's what teenage boys would usually sing about." Liam replied a little vaguely and perfectly if you ask me.

"And what about girls? Do you have your eye on anyone? Any celebrities you have crushes on?" she asked with a wink.

Liam blushed with a smile.

"I'm interested in someone, yes, but I don't know if it will work out."

"You'll get her, Liam!" Lilly replied with a smile. "Nobody can resist a handsome guy with a cute British accent!" she winked playfully at him.

"I'm not sure, she said she wouldn't fall at someone's feet just because of their British accent."

"Oh, how awful! Liam James Payne has to work for a girl to fall at his feet!" Louis gasped and his eyes widened.

Liam only blushed even more and glared at his older bandmate.

"May I ask who she is? Or would you rather keep that to yourself?" Lilly asked and the photographer circled us.

"I don't think so," Liam shook his head. "That she knows I like her. So I won't say anything for now."

The blonde pouted a little.

No new scandal for you, little miss, take that!

"What about you, Zayn? Any girls?" she asked with a smile, ruining my triumph.

"No, absolutely no, no girls." I said with a fake smile.

She continued to smile and nod, then continued to ask her questions for a good half hour. Her questions weren't special, she asked what normal interviewers always asked. So, actually it was pretty boring.

"All right, just a few more pictures so we can fill the second page of Teen Vogue," she said at the end.

"Who's on the cover, if you don't mind me asking?" Harry asks with a frown. That's right, we had actually assumed that we would be on the cover, not just mentioned somewhere.

The interviewer smiled broadly.

"Just one of the biggest pop stars out there right now!"

"I'm going to die, it's Taylor Swift, isn't it?" Harry muttered disapprovingly. Poor guy.

Lilly smiled at me.

"One more try?"

"Uh, Nicki Minaj?" I tried my luck, even though she wasn't even active in the pop category.

"Oh, I know! It's Demi, right?" Niall interjected.

The blonde girl shook her head and smiled even wider.

"Even bigger."

"Aahm... Miley Cyrus!" said Louis.

Another shake of the head.

"Oh man, we give up." Louis threw his hands in the air angrily.

"I can't believe you can't guess, it's so obvious." she giggled.

I just shrugged.

"It's not us, so I don't know who it could possibly be."

"Well, you hosted with him, Zayn." she said confused. "It looked like you were pretty good friends... on stage."

My heart stopped and I choked on my own spit.

"Excuse me?"

She grinned, took something out of her folder and handed it to me.

"This month's issue features Justin Bieber's handsome face on the cover!" she cheered excitedly.

I grimaced and gritted my teeth so hard I felt like I wanted to break my own jaw.

I handed her back the paper with Justin grinning at me and walked over to the guys who were helping themselves to the small buffet because, once they knew who was on the cover, they didn't really care what the picture looked like.

I cleared my throat and glared at each of them.

"Play anything by Justin Bieber and I will slit your wrists after I slit my throat."

My phone vibrated and I took it out of my pocket.

Speak of the devil.

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Justin xx

Kill me, right now.

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