Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 27

Zayn

Danny dropped me off at the hotel and then drove off, he said he wanted to meet a friend before going home. Not that I care. What he did outside of the office was his business and I couldn't care less what hobbies he had or not.

Some people will say I'm being selfish, but I say I'm just looking at things professionally.

Danny and I weren't buddies, he was my lawyer, my label paid him to handle our legal issues. He's not meant to be our friend, he's meant to take care of our contracts and other things.

As I walked into the Hilton hotel, my phone rang and I could see Liam's name emblazoned on the screen in bold letters. The clock numbers were also glowing above it and it was already five o'clock and I hadn't gotten back until we were supposed to get ready to go to the Video Music Awards.

"Yes, Liam?" I answered and pushed open the elevator doors, the last time I was in an elevator was in this dream.

Fuck my life, man.

Justin took up almost all of my thoughts, my body and my time.

"Where the hell are you? It's already five!" he yelled and I flinched.

"Come down, Liam, I'm in the elevator going up." I mumbled and rolled my eyes.

"Damn, now I have no reason to yell at you!" he moaned.

I laughed. "You'll find a reason, Liam, you always find one."

There was a snort on the other end of the line. "Just get your ass up here now! We have to leave in an hour!"

I rolled my eyes again and just hung up.

I had already thought about what I could wear to the VMAs.

Clean up for me, Wifey. The rough, smooth voice whispered in my ear again, sending shivers down my spine as the scene from twenty minutes ago played out in my mind's eye. My cheeks burned and I could feel the fine hairs on my arms standing up, I squirmed. His lips were so damn close to my ear and I probably would have died if those soft, pink, full lips had touched it. And I would have melted if he had maybe nibbled tenderly on my earlobe.

Just the thought of what might have happened made me want a nice cold shower. I really needed to calm down and relax my body, otherwise I would lose myself. I absolutely had to keep these dirty thoughts to myself or get them off my chest if possible. No matter how desperately I wanted them to come true.

No matter how much I wanted to be pushed against a wall and devoured and violated. By that asshole. Just to be skin to skin, lip to lip with him, I wanted to destroy his perfectly styled hair and lock our lips together in anger and roughness.

When the elevator doors opened, I rushed into the hallway, heart pounding, palms clammy, cock throbbing, and desperate for a cold shower.

And boy, that shower felt so good.

I felt all the heat leave me as the water cascaded down my naked body and I sighed in complete relief. I felt completely refreshed and able to say something without having a panic attack that I might say the wrong thing. I didn't want to leave that ice cold water, but Liam would probably pull me out at some point and shove me to the VMA's with nothing on but a towel around my waist.

That really wouldn't be ideal.

What would I wear? I knew it wouldn't be a suit and tie, this wasn't the damn Oscars. But I knew I had to look decent and presentable.

I finally settled on light grey skinny jeans, a white shirt and a leather jacket along with my brand new white Jordans.

Simple but effective.

Dress up for me, wifey. I could still hear the echo of his voice in my head. I just growled, he was so frustrating me, it just didn't stop!

I just blow dried my hair up like I always did and decided not to shave. I liked the edginess that the light beard gave me. It made me look older and more masculine. And it gave me that slight bad boy touch. After all, I still had my reputation to uphold.

I finished the look with a cloud of perfume and tugged at my hair a couple more times, then looked at the mirror and nodded, completely satisfied.

I walked out of the room to find the rest of the guys, who were probably all in Liam's room waiting for me.

As I walked in, I heard nothing but chaos.

"Are we ready to go?" I called as I looked into Liam's bedroom.

"No, there's a crisis!" Liam yelled back, striding towards his closet, which he was rummaging through.

I looked at Niall, who was sitting on one of the couches and rolling his eyes.

"Liam, we're not in a crisis! You look good!"

Liam turned to Niall and glared at him. "GOOD?!" he yelled at him. "Good?!" he repeated mockingly. "That's not enough! Niall, you don't have a girlfriend or a girl to impress, but good really isn't enough! I need to look fucking incredible!"

I sighed loudly and looked at Niall, who rolled his eyes again.

"Has he been like this all evening?"

"Try 'since we landed'," he snorted.

"Is it a fucking crime that I want to look good for my girl?!" Liam replied, glaring at the Irishman.

Niall grinned, a grin that meant trouble because it brought out his little sarcastic side. "I didn't say it was a crime, I just think it's a bit weird that you're becoming a bit of a bridezilla."

I laughed as Liam groaned and started to defend himself, "I-I just..." he stopped and buried his face in his hands for a moment. "I just want Heidi to like me, to find me attractive."

I sighed again. "She will, she probably already does, Li."

He shrugged. "She's so different, so honest, she's the funniest, most lovable person I've ever met."

I grinned, "Don't let Louis hear that." I teased, making him laugh quietly.

"So Niall, take this cap, I'm going to help our friend here," I said over my shoulder and reached for a flannel shirt that would look pretty good on Liam.

I motioned for Liam to stand up and held the shirt in front of his chest while Liam looked at me askance.

"This is something I wear when it's cold. It's the VMA's, Zayn."

I grinned, "Trust me, Liam," and tied the shirt around his waist so it looked like it was hanging loosely from his hips.

"Niall?" I asked the blonde as I let him look at his outfit. Why the hell did he have to wear that shirt?

"Yeah?" Niall replied.

"Do you have a plain black shirt?" I asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Can you lend it to Liam for the night?" and smiled at him, knowing he was generous and it wasn't like we didn't have any money.

"It's in my bag, but yes, of course! I'll do anything to get the Bridezilla ready." He nodded playfully towards Liam.

Liam turned around and glared at Niall, but the leprechaun just giggled and rummaged in his bag. I went to Liam's shoes and picked up a pair of combat boots. I threw them to him and he put them on while he ranted, "Why do I need a black shirt? Am I going to a funeral?!" but damn, those shoes made him look pretty damn rough.

"No, but you have to look fucking incredible!" I replied, reaching for the cap on his side of the bed.

Liam had already done his hair, so I couldn't just put the cap on, it would ruin all his work.

"Here it is!" Niall tossed me the shirt, which I passed to Liam to pull over his head.

"If you're wearing this, put the cap on too." I ordered and the other two guys came in, already ready for the awards show.

Liam followed my orders and took off his print shirt to put on the black one and then put the snapback on his head. He looked at us and raised an eyebrow.

"How do I look?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if her mouth dropped open when she saw you, causing an earthquake." Niall commented.

"Trust me, mate, she'll lose her panties faster than you can lose your skeptical look." I winked, making him grimace.

"Seriously? She'll pounce on you and want to fuck you on the fucking red carpet." Louis added, grinning at Liam, who blushed.

We all burst out laughing and headed for the door, excited and anxious for the show. We had been nominated for the music video for Best Song Ever.

With huge smiles on our faces, we got into the stretch limo.

"So Heidi is coming with Justin?" Niall decided to ask as the limo pulled onto the freeway.

Liam eyed me up and then looked at Niall, which confused me. "Yeah, but she's my date, my plus one."

"I think Justin already knows that." Niall joked

. Liam grinned. "He's just bringing her and then she'll sit with us, with me."

"No, she'll sit on the floor." I rolled my eyes.

"I think Liam is secretly hoping she'll sit on his lap." Louis teased and we all laughed.

"Is J-justin going to sit with us?" I stuttered, my fists clenching.

By God, someone wants to see me suffer.

I wouldn't be able to control myself if he was within arm's reach. (didn't he say that at the office and then get hit on by him and control himself?!)

Liam grinned, his eyes sparkling and something indefinable glittering in them that made me shiver slightly. "No, he has his own place."

I sighed in relief. "Thank God!"

Everyone rolled their eyes, expecting me to start ranting about Justin like old washerwomen, how annoying he was and so on.

If only they knew that we were already married.

And that I suddenly felt some kind of sexual attraction to him that I couldn't explain.

--

When we arrived at the Staples Center, we were met with a crowd of interviewers and countless cameras snapping our photos. We put on our bright smiles and posed for a few pictures, grinning at the crowd while fans screamed for us.

We walked to the red carpet and the paparazzi ran after us screaming.

"Justin Bieber is here!" one of them suddenly shouted and most of the cameramen moved to the other side, only a few stayed to question the world's biggest boy band.

My heart sank and I could see him right in front of me. Liam looked around nervously while rubbing his hands and biting his lip in concern.

Justin's leopard print car was parked at the side of the road and the attendant kindly opened the passenger door. A silky shiny leg swung out and Liam's smile widened as Heidi stepped out and blinked around and then smiled at the cameras.

The longer Liam looked at her, the wider his smile became. Heidi wore a tight short cocktail dress with a zipper in the front, which was probably fake and just to stimulate the imagination a little.

"Holy shit, she looks stunning!" whispered Liam and couldn't take his eyes off her.

I didn't pay much attention to him as my eyes wandered back to the driver's side, expecting to see Justin there, even though I had only seen him an hour ago.

The driver's door opened and all the paparazzi tried to get a picture of him as he exited the car and all I could see was his golden blonde hair as he closed the door and strolled over to Heidi who was waiting for him.

My breath caught in my throat as I looked him up and down. He was wearing almost exactly the same thing as me, but no one could say Justin Bieber flaunted it better than Zayn Malik. He was wearing his usual dark sunglasses, a white shirt under a black jacket with the sleeves rolled up to show his tattoos, and bright red shoes.

My cock was twitching slightly in my pants just from seeing him. Oh, hell no, I thought, cursing. It was probably better if he didn't try to talk to me, since we were supposed to pretend we were good friends, not husbands.

Justin waved to his fans and the crowd screamed louder than I'd ever heard in my life, then he grabbed Heidi's waist, whispered something in her ear and grinned, causing her to push him away and punch him in the chest.

He laughed, to which she only responded with a growl, but you could see the smile on her lips, her cheeks flushed.

Justin brought her over to us and let Liam join him, who couldn't wipe the smile off his face. When he and Heidi locked eyes, she bit her lip and smiled widely, showing her shiny white teeth.

Liam offered her his arm and she grinned as she accepted, slightly proud. But then, to my surprise, she pulled him toward her and whispered with a wink, "Hey, Liam." He looked at her sideways but then put his arm around her waist and grinned gently.

"Hey, Heidi," he whispered back and I took a few steps back. This moment should be theirs, theirs alone. The two of them broke away and he led them into the arena.

Justin grinned and shouted, "Watch her, Liam! Put something in her drink and I'll kill you!"

"I'm not a lightweight like you!" Heidi yelled back and Justin glared at her, making the rest of us giggle.

Justin looked at me and his eyes lit up. He walked towards me and my heart started pounding, don't even get me started on my nether regions as a huge smile grew on his face and he held out his hand for me to shake, as men do.

We were in a crowd of flashing cameras and I could hear them clicking like a flock of birds flapping their wings as I stared at his hand and then slowly held out my own. The flashes flared all below my belt and as he leaned forward for the hug he lightly slapped my back and whispered, "You're all dressed up, you're following my orders!" He chuckled and took a step back, looked me in the eye once and then went over to chat with other celebrities.

Niall just grinned at Justin and performed the same ritual-like handshake we just did and then looked at me with a wide grin.

"You two seem to be finally getting along." He commented.

My eyes were glued to Justin and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I tried to escape the trance he had put me in, adrenaline pumping through my veins. My lack of self-control and sexual frustration was slowly becoming unbearable. I was so glad Justin was demanding some distance in public because that's the only thing stopping me from doing it with him right here and now on the red carpet.

"Yeah, maybe." I replied with a shrug.

Translation: You have no fucking idea.

--

The show started in five minutes and we were all ushered to our different areas of seating. Little cards were on the seats labeled One Direction and I sat down in the last seat of our assigned row.

"Justin isn't sitting with us?" Heidi asked, frowning when she saw that there was no chair for Justin.

"No, thank God." I mumbled, which she heard and gave me an angry look.

I shrugged. Women and their loyalties. Heidi came over to me and leaned towards me. "Insult your husband again and I'll personally cut off your balls."

I froze and looked at her. "Yes, I know everything."

My eyes widened in shock and I quickly looked at Liam, but he was too busy telling Niall that it was not allowed to bring food into the arena.

"No, he doesn't know anything. Justin made me swear not to tell a soul and I won't, but you really are an asshole." She threw her hair over her shoulder and went to Liam, who immediately started a conversation with her and put an arm around her shoulder.

I looked at her with my mouth open, I was not an asshole. Had Justin told her it was me? That bastard!

I tried to spot him in the crowd and my heart sank below the arena, at least to the core of the earth, when I saw where he was sitting and who he was talking to.

My hands clenched into fists as he flashed a beaming smile at this person. I couldn't handle my emotions battling with each other. I was angry, upset but then I was so disappointed, horrified, floored.

Fuck you VAM's, why did you have to sit my husband next to my fucking ex-girlfriend?!

Yeah, that's right, that asshole Justin was actually sitting right next to my ex-girlfriend Perrie Edwards.

--

For the first fifteen minutes my mind was everywhere but on what the hosts were saying. My whole head was just full of pains of desire and longing. My

heart was caught in this conflict, it still recognized the blonde beauty as the love of my life and it ached just by looking at her. Especially since she was also sitting with her new boyfriend, Nick Jonas, who was busy talking to his brothers Joe and Kevin.

I couldn't concentrate on the show, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Especially when Justin looked so lovely I could almost eat him. My heart ached, but my penis ached even more.

My whole body and head were so full and overwhelmed by all these complicated feelings. I couldn't handle the intensity (intensity xD did you get that?) and the heat.

I needed fresh air. I leaned towards Heidi and whispered in her ear. "I have to use the bathroom." And she made room for me to go through.

I stumbled over Niall's legs but in that moment, I didn't give a fuck. I just had to get out of here. The noise, the stuffy room, the heat, the thoughts, the feelings. I couldn't handle it all. My shoulders were collapsing under the weight of all the stress and the need.

I practically raced out of the hall, no one was outside because everyone was watching the show, or should be because I wasn't. I just couldn't.

I ran down the hall and ended up in the bathroom, gasping for air. I went to the sink, turned on the tap and waited until the water was ice cold. I splashed it on my face and didn't care if I spilled it all over the counter. I tried to breathe deeply in and out to calm down.

Why? Why me?

What kind of fucking karma do I have? Sitting my fucking ex-girlfriend next to my husband?

I wanted out of here, I didn't want to be here. Apparently I really wasn't over her yet and I was so confused by the attraction to Justin.

I just needed space to breathe.

I grabbed a few sheets of paper towels to dry my face and hands and I felt my pulse slowly return to normal.

The door opened and I assumed it was just another guy who needed to pee.

"Wifey?"

I turned my head lightning fast. "Shut up! Someone might hear!"

His eyes widened. "What's going on? Is it Perrie? I swear to God, I have no idea who had the idea to sit her next to me."

Hearing the name come out of his pink lips was wrong, it sounded awful. I never wanted to hear that name come out of his mouth again.

"It's okay, Justin." I whispered, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. He was in the same room as me. Alone.

My heart started beating faster and he just stared at me like he was a deer in the headlights. I looked at him sideways.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

The feeling that came over me as the corners of his mouth turned up made me rethink my entire existence.

"You called me Justin." He whispered, the corners of his mouth turning even higher.

I raised an eyebrow. "So? Isn't that your name?" I rolled my eyes.

"You've never called me Justin. It's always just asshole, Mrs. Malik, or arrogant bastard." He listed, walking toward me, which made me take a step back. I hit my back against the sink and focused on the tiles above Justin's head. I couldn't look at him, I couldn't look him in the eyes. Not without losing control.

He seemed to notice how I was drifting off and seemed a little absent, because he came closer and I wanted to move. But my feet stayed where they were, as if they were glued.

"Shouldn't you be happy that I'm calling you by your real name now?!" I asked out loud, panicked, because my heart was about to flip. My whole body was now present and it heated up, my head lost all common sense.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Lady Gaga! With her new single Do What U Want!"

(song on the side)

I jumped in surprise, which made Justin laugh quietly. I blushed from the embarrassment, but I was more than sure that my body was already as red as a tomato anyway. I could feel the beads of sweat on the back of my neck and my lungs stumbled with the different breaths.

"Sure, you can keep calling me Justin. Your accent makes it sound amazingly sexy." He purred to me, mischief flashing in his eyes.

Do what you want with my body,

Do what you want with my body

Fucking Gaga, why?!

He was so close, but still so far away. His eyes and mine met for a brief moment and everything was hanging by a thread, my self-control was almost gone and Justin didn't make things any easier for me when he pushed himself off the wall behind him and sauntered towards me.

So do what you want

What you want with my body

"Do you know what I've been thinking about lately?" he asked.

I physically couldn't answer right now and just shook my head. I didn't know what the hell was going on in his head. But I knew what was going on in mine.

So do what you want

What you want with my body

God, Gaga, have you ever noticed what you're doing to me right now? The ideas you're putting into my head? Do you know that what you're saying is exactly how I feel right now?

I could feel the heat of his body. He was so close. I was probably going insane.

"We've never used any of the benefits of being a married couple." He remarked, his eyes sparkling brightly and I was so shot.

My self-control had just died.

"And what exactly are the benefits of being married to you, Justin?" I snapped and swallowed involuntarily. Beads of sweat ran down my neck.

He just grinned and came closer. And closer.

NO! I wanted to scream, I wanted him away from me! I wanted him to stop being who he is, God...

My thoughts were so clouded by lust that I didn't notice at first that he had turned around and walked to the door.

My heart was breaking and disappointment flooded through me, mixed with relief. Only God knew what would have happened if he had stayed.

All I heard was the sound of a key being turned and my heart leaping in my chest.

"What are you doing?" I demanded. "If you want to kill me, I'll kill you first."

He just shook his head, laughing quietly to himself, which didn't help to calm my erection. But it would be too obvious if I adjusted my pants now. Because it would show how he turned me on. Even though he hadn't even touched me. But God, how much I wanted him.

He was so close, his body was just inches from me and I could feel his heat. He smelled like mint, with a hint of strawberry. His scent wafted towards me and I had to dig my fingernails into the heels of my hands as he placed his finger on my breast and slowly made me back up until I hit the sink again.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure it would give out at some point. My whole body was shaking with need just from his small touch. My body was weak with desire and I would bet a lot of money that my eyes had not been brown in a long time.

I looked into his eyes, which blazed brightly with so much emotion and I just wanted to punch him for toying with me like that. The bastard should know the effect he was having on me. It was so obvious and pathetic.

His eyes stared into mine and he leaned forward. His hard chest bumped against mine and my breath caught as he was inches away from me. I closed my eyes, praying to God that it would all stop.

Self-control was gone, as was my will to run, only my senses screaming at me, how much they longed for the boy in front of me.

He giggled, such a sexy and tender giggle. I opened my eyes and couldn't help but get lost in the caramel brown, slowly trailing my gaze down to his full lips that were made just for me to press mine against. My brain was practically urging me to kiss him, so I'm going to have to.

"So wifey, kiss me."

And it was all gone, my brain now officially disconnected from my body and my hands roughly grabbed his hair and pulled him towards me.

"No, Justin, you have to kiss me." I whispered and pressed my lips to his, he froze.

He backed away. "What the hell are you doing?!" he whispered, although his eyes were fixed on my lips, which were burning, like my entire body which felt like it had caught fire.

My hands were still in his hair and we just looked at each other. "I'm just enjoying the benefits of being married, Bieber."

His lips formed into a grin and he leaned forward to reconnect our lips. His hands wrapped around my waist and his fingers dug into my flesh a little as I dug my nails into his scalp. His hands ran circles over my thighs and our lips were locked in such an aggressive fight that I was sure they would be blue later.

Slowly his hands wandered to the backs of my knees and he lifted me up onto the edge of the sink. He gently spread my legs so he could stand between them. He bit my lip hard and I gasped at the pain, but pleasure still shot through my body and he took advantage of it and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I moaned loudly as I pulled him even closer to me.

Anger, hatred, stress, annoyance, aggression and frustration were clearly felt in the kiss as he pushed me further back on the counter next to the sink so that my back hit the mirror. Slowly Justin climbed up behind me so that he was also sitting on the counter.

His hard chest pressed against mine and all senses faded as my hips were pressed against his and I moaned as we still fought for dominance. His tongue was long, smooth and skillful. He knew what he was doing. I tugged harder on his hair as pleasure took over me completely. God, how much I needed him.

His hands were now on my chest and moving steadily downwards, making me throw my head back and moan loudly. My cock was so hard in my jeans. His lips found their way to my neck and my eyes rolled back as he bit lightly. I tugged on his hair to let him know that he was fucking amazing.

When he found my weak spot, I couldn't help but moan loudly, which sounded more like a hoarse scream. He laughed gleefully and bit again, harder this time.

"Officially marked Mrs. Bieber." He whispered into my neck. My eyes closed and my heart swelled with affection. He referred to him and me as us.

But then I screwed myself up. We were not each other's property. But if you want to label yourself as something, label yourselves.

I pushed him away, pressed him against the wall behind him and attacked him in turn, exploring every inch and my hands slid to his ass, kneading it lightly. He tilted his head to give me more space, which I gladly accepted and covered with light kisses. His neck tasted too sweet and the taste of his aftershave made me bite it lightly, which in turn made him bite his own lip to stay quiet. I was more than happy when little moans escaped from that beautiful mouth. It sounded heavenly and so, so sexy.

He pushed me against the plate again, which made me suck in a sharp breath of pain, but it disappeared when his mouth found mine again. He bit my lip lightly and leaned against me when he felt the softness in his knees. I caressed my tongue with his and let the kiss speak for itself as I grabbed his ass so he didn't fall.

Not that I wouldn't do it on the floor, but...

Knock, knock (I just thought of Harry)

"What the hell, who locked the door?! Is anyone in there?" a voice screamed and there was another banging on the door.

We jumped apart, panting and still holding each other. Our breath came in gasps from our lips, which were bright red and swollen. Or actually, Justin's were.

Justin was still between my legs and my little friend between us throbbed and ached with every touch.

Justin jumped back and looked in the mirror.

"Damn, Wifey, you almost gave me bald spots." He joked and I had to grin.

"How long have you been waiting to kiss me, Mrs. Malik?" I asked in a smug tone.

His eyes widened but he grinned too. "I'll never tell." And leaned in to give me one last passionate kiss. I pulled him closer and kissed him back. Hungry and harsh. Because I didn't have what I wanted yet. I probably never will, by the looks of things.

He stepped back and winked. "We should go back." He scurried to the door to open it as I hopped off the slab.

"Don't take that wrong, because this isn't going to be anything but a few perks." I said.

He grinned. "Accepted. But we should go now, God knows what rumors would be going around if they found us somewhere like this."

I laughed. "Wives with benefits, then?"

He smiled broadly and I felt the tent in my pants diminish as we didn't continue.

"We're just enjoying the benefits of the title marriage." He corrected.

I shrugged. "Are they gone?"

He nodded and unlocked the door, then leaned forward quickly and slapped my ass. "Ass grabber, huh? Didn't expect that." He winked.

I rolled my eyes. "Just like you almost raped my tongue, right? Did Selena never do that for you?"

"She did, but you have the tongue of a snake." He grinned and opened the door to walk in the direction we had come from.

I looked left and right briefly before catching up with Justin, who was jogging ahead. I looked at him with a grin and he had to grin back.

We're just taking advantage of the title, I thought to myself.

When I went back to my seat next to Heidi, everyone looked at me strangely.

"Everything okay, Zayn?" asked Niall and it seemed like there was a commercial break now, because on the screens some shoe brand was being praised to the skies.

I looked at Justin, who also looked at me briefly and winked, which made me smile mischievously.

"I'm more than okay, Niall." And I winked back, touching my lips.

My lips tingled and I couldn't wait to kiss him again.