Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 23

Zayn

"1...2...3 DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" Louis and Harry yelled as Justin and I took a seat, trying to drink as fast as we could.
I stared at Justin, who was quickly getting closer to the bottom of the glass and started sipping faster. I had to finish the drink faster than him.
My head was blurry, my brain was hazy and, fuck, I felt amazing! The bitter taste of the strong alcohol washed over my tongue and blurred all my senses. My vision was blurry and adrenaline and excitement pumped through my veins.
"Heeeeyyy, you lost!" Justin giggled as he put the glass down and I struggled to drink the last few sips.
I couldn't help but bite my lip, he was even better at drinking than me, damn bastard.
"Why so depressed now, Zayn?" he asked with a frown.
I shrugged. "Give me another shot, time for revenge, Bieber."
Justin gave me a drunken smile as he nodded. "Double or nothing."
I gave him a crooked grin. "Double or nothing." I replied and we called for the bartender.

--

"So she just turned you down? Like something random?" Justin slurred as we leaned on the bar.
I looked intently at the dance floor where Liam was grinning down at Heidi and I would be talking complete bullshit if I said he didn't enjoy the way she leaned against him.
"Yeah," I shrugged and the sadness came back and took over. The tears burned in my eyes and I lowered my head.
"Selena broke up with me via Skype. SKYPE! I SAID SKYPE, OKAY?!" he explained and stumbled and took a big sip of his beer.
The music was so loud I almost couldn't hear him. The club was incredibly crowded, it was hot, cloudy and sweaty and it smelled of sex, alcohol and smoke. The lights were blinding and the disco ball shone brightly above us, throwing little lights onto the walls as it spun. The DJ was playing a mix of Summertime's Sadness with the melody of Young and Beautiful in the background.
"She broke up with you through the computer screen? What a bitch. Perrie did it over the phone. Stupid whore." I muttered, taking a sip of the intoxicating liquid.
"What are you talking about?" Heidi asked as she came over with Liam in tow and reached over the bar for a beer.
"The evil bitches from the West, aka our ex-girlfriends," Justin replied.
Heidi rolled her eyes. "Why are you talking about her? We're in a club! I can't see her anywhere!" she said indistinctly.
"Hey, she's right! We don't need her, Zayn!" Justin agreed with Heidi.
I took another sip, frowned and rubbed my eyes, which were still wet from the tears that had fallen earlier and were now welling up again.
"Really?"
"Yeah, Perrie, she doesn't deserve you! You're sexy as fuck, boy, no homo! We can replace that talentless British bitch anyway!" Justin talked himself into a rage.
"No, I'm ugly. That's why she dumped me. I'm fat, disgusting. I'm worthless." I contradicted and turned away from him as tears began to flow down my cheeks.
I felt strong hands grab my shoulders, turn me around roughly and I looked into pitying eyes.
"No, you're not! You're not ugly! Man, if I was gay, I'd have you first!" he slurred.
I shook him off. "No you wouldn't. You're just saying that."
He sighed. "I really would, man. Your British accent is so funny!"
I giggled. "Then listen to our album, you really wouldn't want to be with me. I'm a terrible boyfriend. I'm a zero in bed." I froze and covered my mouth in shock. I couldn't believe I'd just said that.
He laughed, but at least tried to hide it with his fist and leaned towards me, his breath brushing my ear. "How about I judge it first, Zaynie?"
I shook my head and pushed him away. "Leave it!" I whined.
"Why? Are you afraid you might like it?"
I shuddered. "Never in a million years!"
He burst out laughing. "That's right, you're one of those guys who wants to be married before they have sex."
"I'm not a virgin!" I stuttered, my head bobbing back and forth a little as the alcohol pumped through my veins.
"Up the ass, you probably are!" he winked and I gasped.
"I would never... oh god no!" I yelled at him, slurring and the people around us staring stupidly.
"How about we get married and find out?" Justin whispered in my ear and my heart beat faster.
"Why not Bieber, that's how it's supposed to be." I explained, shoving him and the guys and Heidi laughed at us.
"You two are crazy!" Heidi giggled as she leaned over Liam, who was eyeing her hungrily. Since discovering his second kidney, he had been drinking like a fucking alcoholic.
"We're serious! Come with us Heidi, be one of our witnesses!" Justin grabbed her arm.
"No! I'm staying here! You two are just going to fuck around anyway." Heidi yelled back, slipping away from Justin.
Justin snorted, insulted. "Fine, then we'll just run off to Las Vegas now!" he grabbed my hand, the rush of adrenaline washing over me as I giggled.
Justin ushered us out of the club, shoving people out of his way, and we left the stuffy room through the nearest exit. Occasionally we were stopped or shoved back, but nonetheless, Justin led us through the crowd like we were on a life or death mission.
"We're getting married!" Justin yelled, holding our clasped hands in the air. The people around us cheered and shouted, and my face lit up at the ridiculousness of the situation. Not because Justin was still holding my hand.
"Bullshit!" Heidi yelled after us, laughing her ass off with Liam.
Justin snorted briefly. "We'll show them!"
I grinned, intertwined our fingers like a couple and giggled drunkenly.
"Let's do it!"

--

"Fredward! Take us to the airport!" Justin ordered as we climbed into the black limo.
What a nice car. So shiny, so black.
The man turned to us and eyed us worriedly.
"Where are you going, sir? Don't you have a flight tomorrow?"
"Am I paying you to talk my ear off?! No, I'm paying you to DRIVE me wherever I want! Now do that, or you'll lose your job!" Justin hissed, slurring his words angrily.
The man swallowed and nodded. "Okay, I'll drive her, sir."
Justin smiled triumphantly and slammed the car door behind us as we made it safely into the car.
My eyes were still open as the adrenaline continued to course through my blood. I couldn't believe we were actually doing this! We were absolutely crazy!
"Perrie and Selena will forever regret turning us down! Don't worry, Zayn, we have each other." Justin promised me and my heart melted.
"Pinky promise?" I held out my pinky.
He giggled and sheepishly gave me his pinky. "Pinky promise, Zayn."
I grinned goofily and the car started moving. I cast a wavering glance at the dashboard and it was just after midnight.

--

"Wohooo! LAS VEGAS, ZAYN AND JUSTIN ARE GOING TO STORM THE TOWN!" I screamed through the hatch in the roof of the limo as we drove towards the Las Vegas Strip.
The Las Vegas Strip was truly beautiful. Everything was bright and shining and shining. There were so many colors, so many people and so many buildings!
"Justin! Justin! Can we go play a little gamble?" I yelled down to Justin and waved at strangers on the street, who surprisingly waved back.
Justin laughed and took a deep swig from the bottle of champagne offered by the service in the limo. "Yeah, sure, we can! I'm open to a few rounds of poker! Or those slot machines!"
I smiled broadly and yelled to the driver to take us to the nearest casino, which was in Ceaser's Palace.
I saw Justin stumble out of the limo and climbed back into the car myself and then out through the sliding door.
He grabbed my hand and led me to the entrance, which was parked with expensive cars.
We grinned at the bouncer and strolled into the large hall, where laughter and cursing could be heard from everywhere.
We walked through the casino, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes hitting us as we passed the countless slot machines.
"How about a new drink?" I asked Justin, as I was about to do anything for a Blue Moon or Coors Light.
"Why not, let's order it at the bar." He said, steering us toward the crowded square.
"Hey, sweetie, can you bring me and my friend some beer over here?" Justin started flirting with the girl who was showing off her legs in her black leotard and heels and had her dark hair slicked back.
She giggled. "Sure, babe, I'll be right back."
Justin turned to me and grinned. "And that's how you get a beer if you're underage."
I snorted. "In my country, I'm not underage. This country is ridiculous."
"That's right, in Canada I can legally drink alcohol too." He nodded. "Let's go to the slots, the girl will find us." He interjected and walked off to look for some free slots.
I followed him and found him already sitting on a free wooden chair, a giant $100,000 sign emblazoned over the slot machine. I snorted. I earned more than that in a single day!
"Okay, they're electronic, so we can gamble with our credit cards! Let's go!" Justin pulled his wallet out of his pocket, fished out the gold card and stuck it in the machine.
I laughed. "I bet I can win more than you!"
Justin looked at me. "Your opinion, Malik." He pulled the lever down and waited anxiously for the numbers to stop.
I looked for my red card and put it in the slot of the machine as well. I laughed as I pulled the lever and waited for the images to stop. I watched as the first image stopped on the cherries, the second stopped on the seven, and the last one on the bar.
"Damn!" I spun again and the machine informed me that I had just won five dollars. As if I didn't already have that.
"Here, boys! Have fun!" the woman from before called out, putting our two beers in front of us.
Justin thanked her and held out a ten dollar bill, which she tucked into her cleavage with a smile and then turned to give me my beer as well.
Justin took a sip and pulled the lever again, cursing himself as it was another failure.
I was just destined to win this game.

--

One hour, six beers, and two hundred dollars later, we were about to give up and throw in the towel.
I dared to try one last time and groaned in annoyance when I lost again.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! NO WAY! I HIT THE JACKPOT ZAYN!" screamed Justin, hopping out of his seat and jumping up and down.
I couldn't believe my ears and looked at his slot machine, and sure enough, there were three sevens in a row and underneath it was a big green flashing JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT!
It caused a huge commotion and soon we were surrounded by a small crowd of people congratulating us.
A deep voice cleared his throat next to us and Justin looked at the casino manager.
"I'm going to need your ID, gentlemen," he said.
Justin looked at me in panic, shouted, "RUN!" and started running, pushing people out of the way. He tripped over his feet and I followed him, drunk as I was, with the shouts and screams of the security guards behind us.
We were committing a crime if we drank and gambled while under 21.
Justin stumbled onto the strip and I nearly ran into him, my legs feeling numb and my head pounding from all the alcohol we'd consumed so early in the night.
"Let's hitchhike!" Justin suggested, walking toward the street.
"We can also take the bus." I replied and Justin shrugged, swaying back and forth and stepping on his own feet.
We reached the street, there were a few taxis parked around and Justin put his fingers to his mouth and tried to whistle, but all that came out was spit.
Gross.
"Stop! It's like it's raining!" I yelled at him and he burst out laughing. He nearly fell on his ass he was laughing so hard.
Thank God that a couple of drunk women hopped out of a cab a few feet away and we were able to get into the yellow vehicle.
The man groaned but turned to us as we slammed the door.
"Where are you going guys?" he asked.
Justin took my hand and intertwined it with mine, making me giggle, drunk as I was.
"Little Chapel, please."

--

"Thanks, really, man! We owe you!" and Justin threw a twenty to the man, who caught it, cursing under his breath.
"Drunk idiots." He muttered under his breath and drove away quickly as we exited the car.
Justin smiled as we looked at the building in front of us and the name wasn't just a nice wrapper, Little Chapel, fuck, this church was really tiny. But it did have a big heart with an arrow through the middle in bright pink on the front. There were only a few cars in the parking lot in front of it.
"Are you coming, future wifey?"
"Oh, please!" I slurred. "I'd be the husband and you'd be the wifey."
He made a derisive noise. "Why don't you let me do the predicting? You suck at predicting."
I rolled my eyes. "Can we get this over with now?"
Justin grinned, nodded, grabbed my hand and led us to the entrance of the small church.
As we entered the tiny building, a few people in the waiting room looked up and a woman stood behind the counter, disinterestedly leafing through a catalog.
But when she saw us standing there hand in hand, she smiled and greeted us. "Hello! I'm Meredith! Welcome to our Little Chapel. How can I help you tonight?"
"We're here to get married, sweetheart." Justin said, squeezing my hand tighter.
She beamed. "Wonderful! Now, could you take care of the paperwork first? Then we can begin."
She handed us two clipboards with a bunch of sheets on them, each for us to fill out. We went to the chairs and after ten minutes of trying to write straight on the lines, we were laughing our heads off because Justin had me write down his last name. As a joke, I explained.
We walked to the counter together and she took the papers from us. "Wonderful! Well, we have some suits and stuff, you don't want to look sloppy on your big day! Or should I say night?" she giggled, pulling out two suits.
"Can't we just wear what we're wearing?" I asked, staring at her stupidly.
She pouted a little. "I think so." She mumbled.
Justin laughed softly. "I have to apologize, Wifey is pretty picky."
She giggled as I punched him in the side.
"You two are just too cute! Cuter than little kittens!"
I rolled my eyes and snorted. "Can we move on now?"
Justin laughed. "And he's impatient."

--

"Well, do you want to, Zayn Javaad Malik in front of everyone here-" great, who was here? The guy who was droneing on in an annoyed voice and the receptionist who was beaming like a Cheshire cat and couldn't contain herself?! "-take Justin Drew Bieber as your legal husband?"
When I looked forward and met Justin's eyes my heart stopped for a moment and then started racing, but it had to be the alcohol.
It had to be the alcohol.
No matter what it was, the stupid drunkenness or my misplaced excitement, I found myself stammering the two words that would bind us together at the altar, the words that would marry us.
"Y-yes, I do."
The priest nodded and looked at Justin with a raised brow. "And do you, Justin Drew Bieber, take Zayn Javad Malik to be your legal husband in front of everyone here?"
"No."
"What the hell, Justin?!" I replied, my teeth clenched and my fists clenched.
He giggled. "I'll just take him to be my legal wife, sir."
I glared at Justin and the man burst into laughter. "I correct myself: legal wife."
Justin nodded contentedly. "I do."
The priest was no longer annoyed in the slightest and a small smile played around his lips. "Now, you may kiss the bride."
Justin leaned forward just as I looked at the priest. "What? Do I really have to kiss him?!" I asked.
The man sighed. "Yes, son, that is required. Don't tell me you've been living under the moon all these years."
Justin stifled a laugh. "What? Afraid to kiss me, Zaynie?"
I growled. "No. You want a kiss? I'll give you the best kiss you'll ever get in your fucking life!" and I tugged on his hair so that he stumbled forward toward me and our lips crashed together.
What I didn't expect was the warmth that shot through my body and lit a fire in my chest. The fire made the fine hairs on my arms stand up and my heart began to beat erratically.
As Justin clutched my shirt, I relaxed my hands in his hair and leaned against his chest, my body practically begged for more.
Damn, stupid alcohol, I swear.
Damn liquor, for heaven's sake. But I moaned as Justin pushed his way into my mouth, nearly melting on the spot.
A kiss was never good when it felt as good as it did now. A single kiss was never meant to make you feel this tingly and hot, was it?

--

"A room, best suite you have. Now!" Justin impatiently ordered the clerk, his fingers hastily moving on the computer keyboard.
My hands tingled under his touch and my lips were swollen from all the making out in the car. God, that boy could kiss.
Damn liquor. He had to have drugged me. He just had to.
"H-here. It's our New York suite, the best we have," he explained as he handed Justin the keys.
Justin grabbed them and my head started pounding.
Justin pulled us towards the elevators and just as it closed he shoved me against the elevator wall and pressed his lips to mine in a rough attempt to enter my mouth. I grabbed his hair furiously and he lifted one of my knees, making me jump in surprise, which he took advantage of and wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn't hold back the actions of my drunken self and moved my hips up and down in time with our kiss.
It's all the fucking alcohol! I'm telling you!
Justin moaned against my lips, but that moan was swallowed by my own. He pushed me harder against the wall and scraped my spine up it, I hissed in pain. I pulled on his hair to show him how much he was hurting me.
My mind was burning with lust, desire and ecstasy and my cock had a mind of its own at the moment, it had been rock hard since the moment Justin's lips touched mine.
Our tongues fought a battle of dominance, I have never been one to give it up easily. I was one to fight to the end.
The elevator made that noise it always made when you arrived and the doors opened. We were right at the door to the suite and I climbed off Justin's hips and shoved him towards the door.
He let me pin him to the wall for a moment and let me take control. I took advantage of this and pushed my tongue into his hot, skilled and inviting mouth that tasted so good. My mind had now disconnected from my body and I let my instincts take over, ripping at Justin's shirt, pushing it up and exploring the bare skin with my ice cold hands, my lips never leaving his.
Justin got the message and quickly pulled the shirt over his head and threw it away. Then he immediately started to pull the jacket off my arms. I threw the piece of leather away, started to attack his collarbone with my teeth and heard his moan of pleasure with a satisfied grin. But he didn't let me do all the work and started fiddling with the buckle of my belt.
"Fuck." He growled, pulled my head towards him and kissed me wildly, feverishly, while his teeth scraped against mine.
He turned us around so that I was the one pressed against the king-sized bed again. My mind was too far away, too drunk with desire and lust to notice that we had made it here from the door.
Justin threw me roughly onto the mattress and I landed next to a mountain of pillows, which I immediately brushed down to make more room. I slid back and watched Justin peel off his jeans, his eyes dark with lust, with the red tinge that showed drunkenness and how insane he really was.
My heart stopped as he crawled over to me, his hot breath fanning across my face, and I groaned as his hands ran over my already unbuttoned jeans.
"Can't wait any longer, Wifey, huh?" he grinned.
I shot him a nasty look. "Just take them off or I will."
He threw his head back and laughed.
"I always satisfy my women, Wifey, just be patient."
I was about to say something when Justin suddenly put his hand around my hard-on, I had to grit my teeth to keep from moaning loudly and my pelvis jerked forward.
He began to rub up and down fast, hard and incessantly, making me bite my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. My head was blank except for the scraps of words, "more, more, more" and "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop."
"Fuuuuuck," I groaned, and he laughed softly.
"Don't worry, Wifey. I'll make you feel good. Especially when I slowly push my cock into your gorgeous, fine ass." He whispered in my ear and licked my earlobe gently, making me hiss out a breath.
"Shit, please just do it." I moaned, drunk and taken up with desire, not caring how stupid and needy I sounded.

--

I woke up, panting, with my eyes wide open and my chest rising and falling rapidly. There were beads of sweat on my forehead and my hands were clutching the white sheets that seemed gray in the light provided only by the moon.
My phone rang, with the same annoying ringtone as always. I picked up the device and looked at the screen to see who the caller was.
I gasped like I'd just run a marathon. "Hello?" I took a deep breath.
"Why are you so out of breath, Wifey? Do you have wet dreams where I play a role?" Justin's laughter filled my ears and my heart froze.
"N-no," I stuttered, startled, cursing myself for sounding so unbelievable.
He laughed. "I'm only kidding, what's wrong? A nightmare? Did I wake you up?"
I swallowed. "You woke me up at just the right time. I was just having a very bizarre dream and I'm glad you woke me up. I don't want to know what would have happened next."
He laughed tentatively. "Do you want to tell me?"
"No, I'd rather keep it to myself." I answered immediately.
And boy, would I. What the hell was that?
As my heart slowly calmed down and resumed its normal pace, I noticed something.
There was a tent. In my bed.
In my pants, to be exact.
And the worst part was, I wanted to know what would have happened next. My body was disappointed that the erotic dream ended too suddenly.
Why did this dream feel so fucking real?!