Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 14

Zayn

Look, I have better things to do right now than argue with YOU and waste my time discussing my ex-girlfriend or family. Bye, biggest piece of shit of a woman in the world. -Justin

I didn't know how to react to that. I didn't know what to say. I really didn't expect this dramatic turn of events where I ended up feeling like a complete dick. But I had to say something.

Um, okay. Um, I'll call later. -Zee

Really, Zayn? That's your brilliant answer?!

He was obviously offended, I mean, who wouldn't be if you talked about your family like that. That's one thing you shouldn't talk about like that.

Why did I feel so bad? He was the one who started with Perrie and my hand skills. Like Perrie was just whining under me or something.

What would my mother say if I said something so horrible to someone? Especially someone I'm married to?! She'd probably slap me or give me that disappointed look. That would go deeper than any punch.

Oh. No, I'm not the one who should apologize! We both said things that weren't really nice.

But he's your husband! My conscience spoke up to tell me that I was still stuck with this guy.

I felt a little uncomfortable, especially when I reread our conversation. I kept chuckling as I looked at the messages one by one. If anyone else saw these messages, they would wonder if we needed some help, but to me it was just the bickering we always had.

Maybe I should ask Liam for advice. He knew about this sort of thing. I never felt the need to apologize, but since I was under orders to get rid of the guy as quickly as possible, I had to get on good terms with him. I had to keep in constant contact with him because, up until now, none of our tour dates have overlapped. If we were in Miami, he'll be in New York, and if we were in Chicago, he'll be in Los Angeles. The hell?! How were we ever going to make that work?

We didn't talk about our tour dates, but I checked his dates against ours on a website that managed ticket sales.

I didn't apologize often, but this was something I really needed to apologize for. He seemed very sensitive about the subject of parents. And I also have some things that were private and still sore. So I understood him. To a certain extent.

I left my room and headed to Liam's since he was most likely there.

I knocked on his door and waited for it to open. Should I even apologize to Justin?! I wondered. I mean, it wasn't that bad, and besides, it just slipped out. How was I supposed to know he never had a father growing up?

Only the rest of the world knows he was raised by his mother, idiot. He's Justin Bieber, not someone insignificant. Snapped my subconscious and made me reconsider my existence.

Fine, sorry I didn't know that.

God, I'm starting to talk to myself now. I'm really going crazy. Damn Justin!

"Uh, Zayn? You've been standing in front of that door staring at the floor for at least five minutes. Is everything okay?" Liam's voice broke my thoughts, coming out of his room.

I grimaced. "Uh, I need your advice."

"Um," his eyes widened. He was probably surprised to hear me say that. "Okay, come in."

I headed for one of the couches in the room as I walked in. I bit my lower lip, wondering if this apology was really that important. Well, it won't hurt to ask; it would also help me in the future.

"So, what's wrong, Zayn? Is everything okay?" Liam asked, concern in his voice.

I cleared my throat. "Uh, I need your advice on how best to apologize..."

Liam's eyes widened considerably. "You... want to apologize... to someone?" he stuttered in disbelief.

"Yes," I glared at him. "What's the reaction?!"

"Zayn," he cleared his throat. "I don't mean any offense, but you're not usually one for apologizing... the only person you've apologized to was your mother. What terrible thing did you do to make you feel like you have to apologize? What happened?"

I bit my lip and looked briefly at my hands, which were in leather half-gloves.

"I may have insulted someone's family without knowing the whole story," I then muttered.

Liam's eyes widened and his lips twisted grimly. "Why would you do something like that? Families are off limits unless it's your own," he rebuked.

"I know that now!" I defended myself.

Liam shook his head and let out a surrendered breath.

"Okay, the first step to apologizing properly is to acknowledge that you were wrong, no matter what it was about. As long as the other person knows that you know you went too far, you're safe. You also need to put your honor aside and acknowledge that you were wrong. And make sure you're honest about it, even if you don't think you did anything that warrants an apology, just make it clear that they know they're more important to you than winning a petty argument."

"But what if I hate this person? If I can't stand them?" I interrupted.

His brow furrowed.

"Then why are you trying so desperately to apologize to her if your feelings for that person are so certain?"

I sighed. "Because I need that person, I need to stay in touch with them and if I can't do that, I'm screwed."

Liam's frown deepened.

"Then be a mature person and apologize. Even your worst enemies deserve an apology, that way you get things out of the way. You're helping you and that person you hate so much to still be able to live together."

I sighed and nodded, considering his wise words.

"You're not a bad person, Zayn. I'm sure that person will forgive you and give you a second chance," he said.

"What I said was a real dick move, Li," I whispered, admitting to myself that I was being a real asshole.

"It's okay, we all make mistakes. And I think you said that while you were really upset?" he asked and I nodded. "So you probably didn't mean it that seriously. We all say bad things when we're upset. That's normal," he reassured me, putting his hand on my knee.

"But what if that person said shitty things like I did and deserved it?" I suddenly snapped, thinking things through again.

"That's her problem if she's wrong. But if you apologize first, it makes you the more mature of the two of you. You can't force an apology from someone who thinks they've done nothing wrong. It's like trying to rake water up a hill. Completely unsuccessful." he replied. "It seems to me, though, that you're both wrong, that you both said things you now regret. But that doesn't make you bad people, it just makes you human. And if you say you need that person, try to apologize and cooperate." he added.

I nodded, letting a smile creep onto my lips. "Thanks, Liam, you're really good at this therapist shit."

He laughed lightly. "No, I just know right from wrong."

I laughed out loud. "Heidi is lucky, man."

"It will be if it's meant to be." He shrugged. "I'm not in a rush and neither is she."

I ruffled his hair, making him wrinkle his nose, and stood up.

"I think I'll go to that bar downstairs for a bit."

"Too much therapist bullshit, huh?" Liam teased.

"If I'm going to apologize, I need a damn drink first," I said.

Liam laughed. "Okay, but not too much! We have an interview tomorrow, after all."

"I know," I nodded.

I left Liam's room and headed for the door of my own. I needed to freshen up a bit, because after the morning's argument with Justin, I must look like the walking dead.

I took Liam's advice into consideration and it made the most sense. It really wasn't often that I apologized and when I did, it was a lot of work to get myself to. Most of the time I refused anything that put me in a bad light.

But what I insulted was his family. He wasn't that happy and grew up with a mother, father and three sisters. He only had his mother. I will never understand what life would be like without a father. It's unimaginable to me.

Oh man. I really needed a drink if I was going to apologize. I can't imagine saying sorry until hell freezes over. He wouldn't make it easy for me...

I looked at my phone to see if he had replied. And of course he hadn't.

What kind of response do you expect to your shitty reply?

He was furious and I understood that.

I went on Twitter because, you know, I don't go on it often. But I did it to randomly and occasionally understand what was going on.

I scrolled through my news feed. Same old shit as always. Too many follows to count and the occasional hate.

As I scrolled further there were the usual fan tweets or a few of my famous friends posting Instagram pictures. I even checked my horoscope but I was still bored.

I scrolled through Louis' X-Factor rants and Harry's randomness but then a certain name popped up.

Justin's.

What the hell? I wasn't following him!

But it was the tweet indirectly directed at me and I could feel the smoke coming out of my ears as I read and re-read the tweet.

@NiallOfficial retweeted:

@Justinbieber: Have you ever met a person where you wanted to throw all your morals overboard and kill them? I found them.

That little indirectly messaging piece of shit! Oh so mature! So fucking mature! You can't even tag me?! And HE calls ME a pussy!

You are so pathetic, Bieber.

I got out of the elevator and thought about what I could do, first maybe I should check if the idiot ever followed me. I clicked on his name and almost dropped my phone.

Justin Bieber is following you.

Okay, when the fuck did THAT happen?

I could still remember the commotion Niall made when he got the email saying Justin was following him. Let's just say it was almost unbearable and pretty loud. I swear he sounded like he was giving birth.

Anyway, I started typing my indirect reply to his indirect tweet.

@Zaynmalik: Ever met anyone who twisted the situation so absurdly that it ended up looking like they won? Anyway, I can cross that off my bucket list now.

Take that, Canadian Bacon.

I grinned and walked to the bar, which was pretty empty considering it was early in the evening. If I was honest, I might as well have something to eat to prepare for this indirect war. I wasn't going to let him win that easily. Hell no, I wasn't going to.

I strolled into the hotel cafe and the waitress beamed at me.

"Table for one?" she asked.

I grinned and nodded.

She smiled back. "Follow me." And she led me to a table for two on the lovely balcony where the fresh Boston air made me smile slightly. It reminded me a bit of London in the summer.

As soon as I was seated, she handed me the menu.

"Your water should be here soon, have a nice day, Mr. Malik."

I nodded. "Thanks, me too." I opened the menu and it didn't look very promising.

"Hey, what's up? I'm CJ and I'm your waiter for today. Can I get you a drink?" a waiter dressed all in black came to my table, he looked a little older than me, 24 maybe. But he was really friendly.

"Yeah, buddy, can you get me a beer? I really need it." I asked.

The guy giggled. "Relationship stress, huh?"

I snorted. "I guess you could say that."

The young man smiled. "Okay, I'll bring it to you right away. Do you know what you want to eat yet?"

I nodded. "I'll have a steak, medium, with asparagus and mashed potatoes."

"Coming right away," he said and took the menu from my outstretched hand.

"Fine, thanks," I replied, he smiled again in response and then walked away.

Since I was alone and didn't want to look like a crazy person if I was talking to myself, I picked up my phone and went to Twitter to see if Justin had responded.

It had been fifteen minutes since I tweeted this and I hoped he had seen it already. He's a bit more active on Twitter than I am.

I saw that I had about 2k retweets and my mentions were flashing up. I scrolled down and skimmed a few of them.

@SadieMalikHoran: @Zaynmalik you sound just like my sister!

@LarryMayne4Lyfe: @Zaynmalik are you talking about Perrie? I always knew she was just an attention-seeking whore!

@HaroldStylist1D: @Zaynmalik you and @Justinbieber are preaching to the choir. (2)

I bit my tongue. lip at the dig at Perrie, I hoped she didn't see my tweet and thought it was directed at her. Because it wasn't!

I logged off because I thought Justin was either too busy or didn't want to be dragged into it any further and didn't respond.

But then, fuck Niall! He always had to retweet every bullshit Justin said!

I looked at my timeline.

@NiallOfficial retweeted:

@Justinbieber: Some people just have no boundaries. They act like they know you when in reality they don't.

I gritted my teeth and didn't even notice that the bottle of beer I'd ordered was in front of me. I just stared at the screen, hoping to somehow shatter it with my murderous death stare. But it didn't work. The tweet was still there. And it would stay there. And it was directed at me.

I grabbed the bottle and drank half of it, I would need it if I didn't want to go crazy.

Okay, Bieber, you wanted it that way.

I opened a new tweet and started typing, smiling as I completed my masterpiece.

@Zaynmalik: Boundaries, such a beautiful word, but it means nothing to some people. Especially when they drag up your past. #realtalk

I smiled as I smelled the platter of food that was now in front of me.

"Thanks, CJ. It looks delicious! Can I have another?" I pointed to the beer bottle and he smiled.

"Anything else?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, everything is great, thanks, man."

He smiled and went to get a second bottle of beer for me. When I looked at my plate, my stomach growled. Damn, that looked so delicious!

I started cutting up my steak, fell on it like a grizzly and sighed as I shoved the first piece of delicious, juicy and unbelievably tender meat into my mouth. I enjoyed it and started on the asparagus and mashed potatoes.

Damn, these American chefs really know how to make a proper steak.

My phone screen looked up and showed Twitter messages. I rolled my eyes, of course the fans would retweet and respond.

When I had eaten half of my steak and my second beer was almost empty again, I felt myself starting to relax. I felt good, it felt nice that I could finally chill out a little. Because with everything that had happened in the last few days, I was turning into a complete bundle of nerves.

I checked my phone to see if any of the people I followed had retweeted my tweet and my account showed that I had over 5k retweets so Justin must have seen it. I smirked, I could just picture Justin's face!

Then I saw Niall's recent tweets and most of them were retweeted tweets from me and Justin. Wow Niall you're practically pitting us against each other.

As I was about to exit Twitter something inside me told me to check my timeline again and I couldn't fight the curiosity so I scrolled back for a second.

And what did I see?

@Real_Liam_Payne retweeted:

@Justinbieber: I don't care who you are, you can be Obama or the Queen but you don't mock other people's families. That's crossing the line! #backoff #realtalk

"CJ!" I called to the waiter.

He looked up and at me.

"Yes? Do you need anything else? The bill perhaps?" he asked.

"No, not the bill. I need another one of those. Pronto." I pointed to the bottle again.

"Um? Is everything OK? That'll be your third and it really is a bit early to get drunk," he said hesitantly.

I growled. "I'm bloody British! I guess I can judge that myself, just bring me another one!"

No amount of alcohol in the world could banish that from my mind.

And about this sorry thing... I take that back.

But I couldn't help it.

Before you ask, I'm going to blame it on the alcohol.

@Zaynmalik: And some people just don't give others the chance to apologize before they shout out to the whole world what others said. And we were talking about immature people... #growup

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