Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 25

Zayn

I just couldn't get that shitty dream out of my head, every little detail seemed so familiar and real. It still bothered me that everything had felt so realistic and alive. It was inevitable, my thoughts would keep coming back to it. I couldn't escape it, it took over me completely.

I also hated that my dream haunted me the whole time. It was pathetic how I acted in it like I had no brain anymore and the alcohol was running me since it had complete control over my actions. I also hated how weak I was when I came to Justin, how I followed everything he said. Or how sensitive and emotional I acted, I had never considered myself an emotional drunk.

God, I would never drink alcohol again.

I was disgusted and disturbed at myself for imagining such a thing. I was so disgusted at myself for imagining how it could possibly have happened that we tied the knot, or even just got married.

Before I could feel that bitter taste in my mouth again, like it always did when I thought about being tied to that son of a bitch... well, I noticed that my whole body was still covered in goosebumps, still processing the last bit of that dream. It shocked and bothered me to think about how hot and fucking horny I felt.

You'd expect my mind to conjure up an erotic dream starring Perrie, the girl I stupidly still loved. The person I really thought I still loved enough to be the love of my life.

But noooo.

My sick and twisted brain conjured up a pretty - gulp - interesting dream in which Justin and I did interesting things. The worst part was, I had actually kissed and touched him in ways that indicated nothing more than a platonic friendship.

I really believed my mind and body needed this kind of release and ever since Justin stumbled into my life my brain was scrambling and thought it would be a smart idea to give him a little more sexual attention.

Yeah, let's go with that. That sounds logical. A wet dream to get rid of all the (Tara, I'm dying again. I don't know, but writing notes like this relaxes me...) cum that had been building up. That I hadn't gotten rid of for six months.

How fucking pathetic of me. I'm Zayn fucking Malik, why didn't I do anything about it? The girls were practically throwing themselves at me half naked! These girls were more willing to give me what I was begging for and I didn't even try to kidnap any of them to my hotel room.

And then the memories came flooding back of Justin leaning over me, his pupils almost black with lust. I felt my mind replaying the scene over and over again, the fine hairs on my arms standing up as a shiver ran down my spine. A shiver of disgust, I swear!

But damn it, my body was only responding to the thought of continuing or ending this dream. The lustful and erotic thoughts were literally fucking up my brain and I cursed myself.

It was just wrong to think of Justin like that. I swear it was just my head below the belt that was going off the rails like that. That I was so exhausted that my mind was conjuring up these images and my body was reacting like this without consent.

I hadn't spoken for the past three days, I was too caught up in this crazy and embarrassing dream to "face-to-face" him. I hated myself for being such a pussy that I couldn't even face Justin over the phone, but it would be so awkward for me to have to talk to the person I had a motherfucking sex dream about!

The doorbell rang and I let out a sigh of relief.

I stood up, walked to the door and opened it. I was faced with three grinning faces. Liam, Louis and Harry were standing there, pushing past me into the house. Niall wasn't there because he was visiting his family in Ireland.

"It's game day, Zayn! Don't tell me you forgot!" Harry whined, pouting.

"And even if he did, it's his problem. We're not leaving until the Manchester game is over." Louis slapped me on the shoulder.

Liam looked at me carefully. "You forgot, didn't you?" A small grin crept onto his face.

I bit my lip guiltily. "I haven't done anything but sleep for the past few days. I'd be shocked if I knew what year it was."

"It's 2013 and where's your credit card? I'd die for a pizza!" Louis shouted from the living room.

Liam and I walked into the living room where we found Harry sipping on a bottle of Blue Moon and carelessly dividing chips, mini pretzels and gummy worms into various bowls.

I gritted my teeth. "Can you stop terrorizing my house?"

Harry grinned sheepishly. "Leave Haz alone. He's a baby and babies always make a mess."

I rolled my eyes, sat down on the couch, grabbed a beer and took a long swig. Yep, I definitely needed that, I thought as I drank half of it.

Louis and Harry started betting on who would win while Liam called the pizza delivery service to order the pizza. I just sat there, staring at the screen, but my thoughts were somewhere else entirely than the stupid game that was about to start.

My head was a huge jumble of thoughts. I had so many questions and things I didn't know. What did I feel, who was I, what was I like. I couldn't be gay. I just couldn't be. I'm still so in love with my ex-girlfriend.

"Zayn, the game is starting!" Louis shouted at me, snapping me out of my trance. And really, he's right. What a surprise. The two teams were standing in the middle, arguing with the referee, and I was trying everything, and I meant everything, to focus on the game that was going on in front of me. I was really trying my best to have a good day with the guys, to have something to distract myself from you know what.

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I really had no fucking clue what was going on on the screen in front of me, or why the hell Louis and Harry were screaming all the time. Or why Liam was eyeing the TV murderously and cursing under his breath.

Anyway, from their reactions, I could tell that Manchester won the game 2-0. And our team was seriously going to kill it, or something like that, as Louis was ranting.

I hadn't really been paying attention to the whole thing, not that I didn't want to, I just couldn't. Don't you know what it is like when something is really bothering you and you can't Do you know what the hell is going on around you? People can talk to you however they want and you don't notice?

That's how I felt right now, I tried to cheer for our team and to be interested in it, but I couldn't. Not because I didn't normally care at all, because I did. Louis and Harry threw their bottles around when the referees did something wrong, but I just couldn't concentrate on the damn TV.

My head was racing with thoughts. The confusion, the dream, the embarrassment, the disgust, the intrigue, the lust. My thoughts were everywhere but in the here and now. I was full of indecent thoughts which were almost taken over by thoughts of disgust, but then the lustful memories took over again. There was something like an international war going on in my brain, and being around my best mates just didn't help, not even in the slightest. If anything, they only made it worse, I had to hide everything from them. The wedding, I still kept it all to myself, not even my family knew.

"Hey, Zayn! Is everything okay? The game is almost over and Manchester has scored again!" Liam's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

I shook my head. "Oh, what? Cool!"

Liam looked at me. "You didn't watch the game at all, did you? What's wrong, Zayn?"

"Yeah, Zee, you were gone the whole time, like talking to a wall!" Louis added with a frown.

I was just about to answer when my phone started ringing. My heart was pounding, I reached into my pocket and my heart practically jumped out of my chest when I saw who was calling me.

"Sorry guys, I have to answer this now. I've been waiting for this call forever." I apologized and almost ran into the kitchen. The guys just look back at the screen and start screaming and shouting as if the players could hear them.

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Narrator:

Zayn hurried to the kitchen and made sure to be out of earshot because he wasn't really keen on the guys hearing him talk to a certain pop star on the phone.

"Asshole, how are you?" Zayn tried to greet him casually, but his heart was pounding wildly and his cheeks were turning pink.

How fucking embarrassing, Zayn thought to himself, pull yourself together!

Justin didn't listen closely enough to notice the insult, he was too - God forbid - happy to hear his wifey's voice again. He had listened to countless songs and, embarrassingly, watched his interviews, music and live performance videos. But nothing could compare to the sound of his wifey's voice over the phone. He'd be damned if he really thought Zayn was really talented and deserved his own spotlight.

"I'm fucking fantastic, I'm currently working on my new song for the next album." Justin replied, biting his lip.

Zayn, however, didn't hear a single word come out of his mouth, because all he could think about was how Justin had sounded in the erotic and wild dream he had had last night. And his cheeks grew even darker at the memory. "Cool," he mumbled only because his mind was starting to wander again.

The conversation immediately left the awkward zone and they both went back to what they did best. Arguing.

But this time it's different. They were no longer throwing insults at each other like daggers, no, in fact, they were teasing each other. Little jabs like with the elbow, instead of practically kicking each other in the balls with their tongues. They were more likely to crack jokes than to try to get the other one's riled up.

Liam Payne felt the need for a glass of water at this time, he decided to go into Zayn's kitchen, because Zayn would certainly not mind, since Liam was always expected to clean up. Liam asked his band members if they wanted anything, but he didn't expect an answer, they were far too busy watching the TV, so he gave up, because he also knew that he would never get an answer. They would probably ask him something when he got back. They were so like little children, it was almost unbelievable.

Liam shook his head and giggled at the thought that there was a reason he was called Daddy Direction. He never took it as an insult, for him being responsible was a good thing, despite the whining, he always remained calm and almost never lost his patience.

Liam was just about to turn the corner when he heard laughter. Genuine laughter, which came from Zayn, something he hadn't heard in a long time. He could hear how breathless he was from the almost hysterical laughter, he could hear Zayn holding onto the bar as he tried to calm down.

"God, you're such an idiot, Bieber."

Bieber, Liam thought to himself, like Justin Bieber? Well, who else is called that, Liam?! he answered himself.

Liam backed up a little behind the corner, making sure Zayn couldn't see him so he could call out to him to warn him. Liam figured he didn't want to get caught. He had two sisters after all, and he had already mastered the annoying sibling role.

What almost knocked Liam over was the huge smile on Zayn's face, a real smile, not the awkward, forced smile he always plastered on his face. Which made him look like he was in pain.

Zayn tried to catch his breath as he continued to laugh at something Justin had just said. Watching his bandmate laughing and being happy, a grin crept across Liam's face. Liam felt like he had to turn around and leave Zayn alone with his conversation. He figured Zayn would be happy to finish this call without interruption.

Liam turned around and walked back into the living room with a huge grin.

"Oh, he got it!"

Zayn wiped away the tears of laughter Justin was responsible for when he told Zayn about the fight Heidi had with one of the other dancers. Heidi was a thing in and of herself.

"Hey, Wifey, what do you think?" Justin gasped, still trying to regain his composure after Heidi told those bitches to fuck off! God, how he loved his best friend.

"Yeah?" Zayn replied, his heart warming at the tender sound of the word. He no longer saw it as as much of an insult as he did at first. But don't get him wrong, it still hurt him a little to hear that, it took away some of his manhood after all.

Justin felt a smile forming on his lips, similar to the one he got close to something.

"This Tuesday, four o'clock."

Zayn's eyebrows furrowed. What the hell was he talking about?! He asked himself, trying to find something in his brain that was significant about that day.

"You say that like it's important?" Zayn said, rolling his eyes. What was he supposed to do with a day when he was just being driven to an interview or something anyway?

Justin felt his lips curl into a grin that could break his face apart and he could barely contain the excitement and anticipation. He could hardly sit still anymore.

"Our first date, wifey, it's time we finally met."