Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 12

Justin

"Is Mrs. Bieber going to be OK?" Heidi asked, and yes, I told her he took my name. I was confused when I found out, but then... who wouldn't want to take my last name? My last name was a symbol of fame and fortune. Of course he wanted it.

I grinned, "Abandoned," and laughed to myself. God, I'm so funny.

She looked at me confused and I just shook my head. I wanted to keep that moment of triumph to myself. As long as I knew how Zayn felt, I'm the champion and you're gonna hear me ROAR. Fuck you Katy Perry for making your songs so accurate.

"So he's a good housewife? Does he cook for you and give you back massages?" she asked snidely.

"More than the crazy ex-wife who said I owed her money." I snorted.

"But doesn't that mean that since you're married now, what's yours is his and what's his is yours?" she asked sarcastically.

"I was worried about that at first too, I mean, everyone knows I make more money than him."

"But you're both a girl's fantasy."

"Yes, that's true," I said arrogantly. "But I've had my fantasy a little longer than those girls."

"Try two years, Casanova," she said scornfully. "You're not Jesse McCartney."

I tilted my head back and laughed. "Excuse me? Where is Jesse McCartney now? Oh, I'm sorry, his music must be so damn good they forgot to play it on the radio!"

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, you're not Justin Timberlake. Happy? He's got a new album out and there are earthquakes from all the falling panties!"

I grinned. "Yours too?"

"These were already down when I saw Friends With Benefits." she scoffed.

I laughed again. "Speaking of friends with benefits," I wiggled my eyebrows.

"I don't want a jealous woman chasing me," she said immediately.

I rolled my eyes. "I meant someone who's in a certain boy band."

"Who?" her eyes widened. "JT?"

I coughed dismissively. "JT is married, remind you, you homewrecker."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"Give me one night with him and he'll completely forget about that bitch."

"You seem to have a lot of confidence when it comes to your skills in bed."

She laughed. "You don't even begin to know what I can do." She wiggled her hips.

"Don't scare me!" I joked.

"Anyway, who are you talking about?"

I sighed. "Nobody to pay attention to. We don't need another stupid guy in this world."

Her eyebrows furrowed and she opened her mouth to reply, but then closed it again.

"Anyway, have you heard Selena's new song 'Slow Down'?" I asked her, knowing that the girl was about to start ranting about it and cheering me up.

Her eyes immediately took on that gleam too and she began.

"Oh, yeah! It's horrible! The chorus practically sounds like she's having a fake orgasm! And then the bitch has the nerve to say 'Slow down'?!"

My lips curled into a grin, trying really hard not to laugh as she gave me her "You know what I mean?!" look.

"And then that girl talks about how much she wants to feel a body next to her at night and how to slow the song down?! Bitch, we know what you're talking about!" she screamed in an exaggerated American accent, jumping up from her chair.

"And was I the only one who noticed that she looked like she was frozen solid before the camera started filming?! And then that bitch talks about how good she is at mouth to mouth resuscitation! And another thing, Justin..." she looked me in the eyes, which was pretty hard because I was gasping for air and almost couldn't take any more.

"What?" I managed.

She crossed her arms and sighed deeply.

"This bitch can't even dance."

And my sanity was gone.

And you know what's funnier than that? Heidi didn't even know how funny she was.

"Hey! I actually like the song. It talks about calming down and not sliding into a relationship too quickly." a dancer chimed in. The dancers didn't really talk to me, they were mostly too intimidated by Heidi.

Heidi snorted. "Her first single was 'Come And Get It' and now her next single is 'Slow Down' maybe her plan backfired and it didn't become a scandal like it was supposed to be."

The girl gasped.

"How can you say something like that?!"

Heidi raised her eyebrow.

"It's my inalienable right, that's why."

The girl shook her head in confusion. "What rights?"

Heidi sighed.

"My basic rights? Freedom of speech? The constitution?" she listed.

The girl's eyes were empty, testifying to how little she had just understood, but then she smiled.

"We learned that in science, right? Or was it economics?"

Heidi snorted. "We learned it in biology, along with the Vietnam War and mass destruction."

The girl perked up. "We won the Vietnam War, didn't we?" she asked with a smile.

Heidi put on a fake smile and nodded.

"We drove them away! How else would we have gotten your Hello Kitty products? And the Tamagotchis?"

"Thank God we won! Hello Kitty is so damn cute!" the girl beamed.

"Totally," Heidi coughed. "Well, I was just talking to my best friend, so, can you maybe go?"

The girl, whose name I didn't even know, shrugged, looked at me and gave me a flirty wink that looked like she was suffering from twitches.

"Oh, honey? What's your new perfume called? Is it Desperation by Taylor Swift?" Heidi grinned wickedly.

The girl shook her head and blushed. "No, it's actually yours, Justin." She smiled shyly. "But Taylor has a perfume? I have to buy it!" she stated and scurried away.

"Such a big head and nothing behind it, I swear I could hear it rattling!" I joked.

Heidi just shook her head.

"Anyway, how are you and your wife?"

"I'd like to forget this whole wedding thing and accept that I'd have to get into the Hugh Hefner business." (1)

"Aren't you already?" Heidi grinned dirtyly.

"No, I'm too busy touring and performing to get laid." I scoffed.

Heidi nodded slowly. "So you're not capable of such things?"

I sighed. "With everything else I have to do, sex is the thing furthest down on my list," I then admitted.

Heidi stood up quickly, rushed over to me and patted me on the head while looking me in the eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked, pushing her away.

"If sex isn't on a nineteen-year-old guy's mind, something bad must have happened!" she complained, hugging me. "Please don't die, Justin!"

I rolled my eyes. "Let me go, I'm fine. Just this whole 'being married' thing, turning me away from the girls a little."

She stared at me. "What do you mean? Do you like him?"

I shook my head feverishly. "No, nothing but that! But I always wanted to be faithful when I was married, I really don't care who I'm married to, I just don't want to cheat on that someone. I think that's disrespectful.

" "But you're getting a divorce, so what's the problem?" she asked.

"Until we're actually divorced, I'm not getting involved with anyone else. It's not about him. It's about my morals and my beliefs. I'm doing this for me."

"You're a good person," she smiled lovingly. "You know that? And Zayn is the lucky bastard who got hitched to you."

I grimaced.

"He still makes sure I know he's not happy about it."

"He's an asshole, an uptight asshole. It's not you, it's him, okay?"

I shrugged.

"Speaking of him, I need to call him again."

Heidi nodded.

"All right, try to have a decent conversation with him this time. You both need this."

I smiled and she smiled back before heading over to the stage crew to talk to them. They were the only people here she could talk to without them being intimidated by her direct manner.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and relaxed on the black leather couch that had been set up on the stage. I now had about half an hour to talk to Zayn before I had to go to my rehearsal for the show in Cleveland. I

grinned to myself.

"Time to call the crazy wifey."

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Zayn

Best song ever,

It was the best song ever,

It was the best song ever,

It was the best song ever.

We finished the last part of our new hit, not in front of a crowd of screaming girls, just in front of our stage manager and crew.

The stage manager Daren clapped his hands happily.

"That was great, guys!" he called in his thick Swedish accent.

I smiled and put my arm around Niall's shoulder, who grinned up at me because he was shorter than me.

"All right, you guys deserve a break! I need to talk to the lighting and sound people. Make sure you get everything you need... JANE! QUINN!" he yelled to his sound and lighting crew managers.

"Hey, Zayn?" Liam called me.

I turned around and smiled.

"Yeah. Li?"

He smiled back, but it fell a little.

"Sorry for being such a bad friend lately. It's just, this is crazy. It's so stressful. Management keeps asking for me so much and I haven't really paid attention to you, I'm really sorry."

I shrugged.

"I forgot, buddy. But, have you called Heidi?"

Liam shook his head.

"I haven't had the chance, with all the shows, interviews and photo shoots. I've barely had any sleep and had to take care of everything and everyone, so I really don't have time to call a girl I like."

I sighed and felt guilty. He had so many problems to take care of and I could feel the weight resting on him and his shoulders. The poor guy really never had a break.

"Use the break and call her! We have half an hour and that should be enough time to call her." I suggested, hoping to help him a little.

He beamed. "Really? You don't mind?"

"Why the hell would I mind? I don't like her. She's yours and you deserve some distraction."

"So everything's fine again?" he smiled and took his phone out of his pocket.

"Of course Liam, there was never anything wrong." I slapped him on the shoulder and he beamed at me as he pressed Heidi's contact and walked away with the phone to his ear. He was probably looking for a somewhat quiet place to have a quiet conversation with her.

I smiled after him. He needed that. When she apparently answered, his expression became a little more transfigured and a huge smile grew on his face. He really had a thing for this girl.

I missed being able to call Perrie a little and chat with her a bit. But since she had dropped me, I felt extremely alone in situations like this.

When I went backstage to the snacks, I decided that I had to call Justin. I was a little fed up with him having to call me all the time. He had the power when he called, he could take the conversation wherever he wanted. And anyway, I was frustrated that he could upset me so much that I just hung up, and that also meant that he had won. That I didn't want to talk to him anymore.

I really needed to stop being what he said to me. Wifey. I wasn't a wifey. I needed to start being the man I was.

I pulled out my iPhone and at the exact moment I went to call his contact - who by the way was now called Insanely Conceited Asshole - his name flashed on the screen and I growled. That son of a bitch.

"Hey, idiot. I was just about to call you." I greeted him, annoyed that he was already better.

"Aww, you wanted to take over first? That's sweet!" he sneered and his voice almost made me want to smash something again.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down a bit.

"Is there a particular reason why are you calling?"

"It's the same reason as the other day, we need to plan our first date!" he teased. I cringed at the thought of going out with this guy.

"Where are you? What city?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation polite.

"I'm in Cleveland, have you ever been here?" he asked, surprisingly following suit.

I cleared my throat.

"No, what state is that?"

"Typical," he snorted. "You're British."

"Thanks for catching that," I replied.

"It's not that hard when my ears start bleeding every time you start talking," he replied spitefully.

"Fine, Canadian Bacon Boy, listening to you isn't exactly pleasant either. I'd rather listen to Rebecca Black(2) all day."

"And I'd rather swim in an aquarium with lots of sharks than be in a room with you." He replied immediately.

"Pretty bold of you, Mrs. Malik. Are you trying to boost your lack of testosterone?" I started to grin.

"All I would have to do to know what I would sound like without it is to listen to you." But he really never gave up.

"Says the one whose balls did almost nothing last year." I said smugly. Take that, Bieber.

"Maybe that's the case. But mine are considerably more powerful than yours." I replied with a smile in my voice and my free hand clenched into a fist.

"That's why you're so charged up you can't even take care of your own fucking life." He growled, knowing that had to hit a nerve.

But he just laughed. "Says the one who's always angry. Admit it, you just need me to give you a free month's subscription to Porn Hub! To get rid of some sexual frustration." I gritted my teeth as he continued. "I'm going to pay you back because my poor housewife is so lonely and sexually frustrated. Think of it as a belated wedding present, sweetheart."

"Damn it Justin! Can't we just set a fucking day to meet up because honestly, it's only been two weeks and I really can't take it anymore!" I shouted, losing all my self-control.

All I got in response was a laugh.

"Do you think being married to you is a walk in the park? I try to be nice to you, I've tried not to take all your insults too seriously and you say I'm the annoying one? Try having a conversation with you, Zayn."

"I tried to be friendly, I tried to have a decent fucking conversation, but that's really hard when all you do is start an argument. You started calling me! You're the one insulting me! And I'm supposed to just sit there and take it? No, you dick, I was defending myself! I was just fighting back."

Justin didn't say anything for a moment and I quickly looked at my phone to see if he had hung up.

"After all, I'm the one waiting for you to get rid of your strap-on vagina."

"What? What the hell? I've taken all your insults and emasculating retorts and all you do is throw it back at me. That doesn't really make you any more of a man. That makes YOU a pussy."

I looked over my shoulder to see the guys just getting back on stage to continue rehearsing.

"Look, I have to get going now. But I'm only telling you once, we're in Pittsburgh tonight, we're in Philadelphia tomorrow, then we'll stop in Baltimore for an interview and then we'll be in Boston for two nights. Write that shit down, I'm not repeating it. Bye, Mrs. Malik."

I ended the call with a small smile. This time it was me who silenced him.

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