Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 36

Zayn

"You're going to clean these tiles until I can see my fucking reflection in them!" I yelled at him, grimacing in disgust, my god, he pissed in my shower! Did he have no decency?! I didn't give a damn if he pissed here when he was showering alone, but not while I was here too!

He snorted. "You just want to see me on my hands and knees."

I looked at him in outrage. "Yes, I do, while you clean my floor, you asshole!"

Justin rolled his eyes. "You had no problem when something came out of your penis while I was fucking fucking you!"

I froze and the blood rushed to my cheeks. "That's different! That was cum, you pissed in the shower!"

Justin raised an eyebrow. "At least you can drink urine, I don't think you'll find cum in a grocery store."

I grinned. "Some people like it though." (*"I know something y'all don't know" - eyes raised*)

He laughed. "You're so melodramatic, Wifey, like you swear on your life that you've never peed in the shower." He rolled his eyes again as he wrapped a towel around his waist. It was surprisingly comfortable being naked around him, by the way. Well, he'd seen everything. With the guys, on the other hand, I'd feel pretty uncomfortable hanging out naked with them. But with Justin? It didn't feel weird at all, I mean, our bodies had been pressed together more than once and we'd touched each other's bodies before, so why wouldn't it feel comfortable?

He walked towards the door and unlocked it and I followed him as he stepped out, trying to glare at his damn muscular back. I shook my head to bring myself out of my lustful trance, I didn't think my ass could take another round today. I limped to my room, wincing as I felt the pain shoot up my back and tried not to whimper quietly. I really didn't have a very high pain tolerance.

I slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans and pulled on a white shirt, leaving shoes off. Why would I wear any, I wasn't going anywhere. I tried to straighten my posture, but the pain in my lower back was too excruciating.

By the time I reached the kitchen my stomach was growling again, after all I had just burned quite a few calories. Satisfaction spread through my body as I opened the fridge, a wide grin spread across my lips. My hunger for sex was satisfied, for now.

I opened the fridge and saw that Justin had indeed restocked it. I saw fruit, vegetables, chicken, steaks, two six packs of beer and three liters of Coke. I have never been so grateful for anything in my life.

"If you look further back in the fridge you will see that I bought burger patties and I assumed you had them but I also bought mayo, ketchup, mustard and pickles just in case. And there are also five bags of chips in the top cupboard. That will be our lunch today, burgers and chips with beer or soda." Justin informed me as he ran into the kitchen.

"Sounds good, do you need help?" I offered to help him, he may be here unintentionally but he had bought food and I felt like shit having him do everything.

Justin grinned. "Yeah, do me a favor and give me the hamburger buns from your pantry so I can start preparing the other stuff.

I nodded and did as he said, he turned to the stove, which also included a grill. I grinned to myself as I gave him the rolls and slices of cheese. I grabbed my wooden cutting board and a knife and started cutting the salad.

"Wait, stop, there's no music on and I can't cook if I don't listen to music." He broke the silence, pulled out his phone and connected it to his bright red beatspill.

"Why? Isn't that more of a distraction?" I asked, I usually always cooked in silence.

Justin snorted. "No, it makes the time pass faster and it's more fun to cook with music, most of the time it ends up with me rubbing myself against the stove." (What!?) he shrugged nonchalantly.

I laughed and rolled my eyes while he chose a song. When I recognized the beat I laughed again briefly and continued to concentrate on cutting so I didn't chop off my finger,

Well it is a weeping

And a moaning

And a gnashing of teeth

It is a weeping

And a moaning

And a gnashing of teeth

When it comes to my sound which is a champion sound

Believe! Believe!

Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty

I'm in that juicy Lambo with your bitch, she tryna jerk me

I noticed myself repeating the lyrics, I could hear Justin's feet moving in time to the damn awesome song. This song could either annoy you to the max, or you could just enjoy it and ignore the lyrics. My head bobbed up and down with the beat, I sang along to the part I knew.

"Shake that ass, Wifey!" Justin's voice growled over the music as he placed the burgers on the grill, the sizzling sound audible.

I just rolled my eyes and continued with tomatoes, cutting them into round slices. Justin moved around the kitchen, taking what he needed, as if he already knew where everything was.

"How do you know where everything is already?" I demanded, I never showed him where anything was.

"I don't know," he said. "I just know where to find the stuff I need because I put it there."

My mouth dropped open, but I didn't say anything, just nodded and thought to myself how stupid I was for asking that question.

"Besides, I turned this kitchen upside down today when I was almost dying of hunger." He added with a sarcastic undertone. I glared at the back of his head and turned back to the red onions I had almost finished chopping. That was my favorite part of the burgers, it gave the whole thing that special something.

"Wifey, do me a favor." Justin called and turned to me, rolling his eyes.

"What do you want?"

He smiled. "Give me the A1 sauce in the fridge, I forgot to get it before I put these things on the grill."

I narrowed my eyes. "What the hell is A1 sauce?"

"Get it for me and you'll see."

I put my knife on the board, (god I just realized how much Zayn is the woman in the relationship... Justin at the grill, calling his wifey and Zayn chopping the veggies and doing whatever his husband says XD) wiped my hands on the towel and went over to the fridge, opened it, looked for the A1 sauce and then found a brown bottle with a white label on it.

I grabbed it and closed the fridge door again while looking at the bottle. America's First Steak Sauce. I rolled my eyes, no wonder it was called A1.

"Why do you need that? We don't eat steak." I furrowed my brows in confusion.

He grinned. "Just watch, these burgers will be the best burgers you've ever had."

I raised an eyebrow. "Because of that A1 sauce?"

Justin grinned and I couldn't help but groan, he was known for that grin. "Because I make it."

I snorted. "Not arrogant at all, no."

He just smiled and continued moving his hips to the song No Church in the Wild by Kayne West and Jay-Z.

As he continued to fry the meatballs and pour the sauce over them, I felt my lips curve into a grin again. I had never cooked with anyone else before, only either watched or cooked by myself. But it felt really nice not to be so alone in this big place, it was really nice to have someone to talk to, even if it was just arguing and arguing. I loved how Justin seemed to be trying to assert some control here, cooking and fucking like a porn star.

You scored, Malik. My inner voice said, but I just shook my head at the thought. He may be my husband, but that won't be the case for much longer.

"All right! You're done! Take the drink and the chips, I'll take the rest, wifey." Justin's melodic voice pulled me out of my thoughts as he kissed my neck.

I felt my heart leap at the gesture of affection and immediately went to grab glasses and coke, it was really too early to be daydreaming. As I walked past the grill, I watched Justin take the last of the patties and I felt a tingle where he had kissed my neck. He seemed so happy working on the damn patties that I couldn't help but smile slightly as I watched him.

I got the big bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos and put it where Justin had already eaten his breakfast. So I had someone to sit across from me and that was really refreshing. Usually I was always on the couches with the guys, gobbling down the food or I sat alone at the kitchen island and ate by myself with nothing but silence. And now?

Now I had someone across the table, someone I wanted to strangle most of the time.

I put the two glasses, the big bag of chips and the two liters of Coke in the middle of everything that was already there. Justin sat down and handed me a burger, "Enjoy it, Wifey." And winked.

I swear my face is going to break in two if I grin any more. This fucking amazing sex was making me kind of happy though and so on. (I don't think it's just the sex, Wifey Zaynie) "I'll be the judge of this excellent burger." I teased him and reached for the mayonnaise.

When I had my burger prepared as usual - that meant mayonnaise, lettuce, tomatoes, red onions and pickles - I took a bite and moaned softly as the taste unfolded on my tongue. This boy just knew how to cook.

"Damn, anything that has anything to do with me makes you moan, doesn't it, Wifey?" There was amusement in his eyes.

I felt myself blush and wiped my mouth as I chewed and swallowed, then replied, "How do you know how to make such a damn good burger?!"

He shrugged. "You learn a lot of things growing up, my mom always made time for me and I remembered everything. So I guess it's good?"

"Try incredible, that sauce makes it taste incredible!" I corrected him, taking another bite of the burger. He chuckled as he watched me devour his burger.

I gave him the middle finger as he still hadn't stopped laughing as I reached for the Coke bottle to pour myself a glass. He just continued to grin and I glared at him as I grabbed the Doritos and poured a few onto my plate. I heard a loud crunch and saw Justin biting into a burger packed full of the red chips.

I just looked at him in disbelief as he took several bites and just shook my head as he opened his mouth and said "What?!" and food fell out of his mouth.

I just giggled, still shaking my head. "You are the most disgusting person I have ever met."

--

"When are we going out?" Justin asked, flopping down on the couch.

My heart stopped at that question, going out as a date? "What do you mean?" (I still love it when someone asks 'what do you mean' here)

Justin rolled his eyes. "We've been inside the whole time, we haven't gone outside since I've been here. Shouldn't we be going out all the time? You're on break, man."

I shrugged. "I've only been inside because I'm exhausted."

"No life, doesn't London have a lot of shit you can do? I can't just be inside the whole time, for a second I actually thought you were fun, wifey."

I turned around and glared at him. "We can have sex again if you like." I waggled my eyebrows sarcastically.

"Not that sex with you isn't amazing, but I really need to get out. I can't spend two days inside, we need to get out!" he threw his hands up dramatically.

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "So what are you planning on doing outside, Bieber?"

Justin pursed his lips and thought. And all I wanted was to jump on him right now and attack those full, inviting lips. "Isn't there a movie theater or something around here? I'd die to see a movie right now."

I groaned in annoyance. "That means I'd have to get up now," I whined. I didn't want to go. I just wanted to snuggle up in my bed and sleep all day.

"You had no problem getting up this morning to have sex with me in the shower, to be honest I've never seen anyone faster on their feet!" he replied, raising a mocking eyebrow.

I exhaled an annoyed breath and stood up. "Fine!" I snapped. "Let's just go to the cinema and watch a goddamn movie."

Justin's lips twisted into a triumphant grin and he jumped up. "I'm already done, just got to wait for your lame ass."

"Then keep waiting, I'm going to need my time." I snapped back and headed to my room to put on a pair of shoes and a jacket and fix my hair.

"I'm going to go ahead and check the running times! I want to see Gravity, it seems pretty good, so we're going to watch it!" Justin yelled from the living room.

I shrugged, not really caring what we watched. I just wanted to prove that I wasn't boring, because I really wasn't, I went out, I drank, I did stupid shit and I definitely wasn't boring. I was just tired right now and wanted to stay home. But no, Mr. Bieber didn't mean it. I swear the guy has ADHD, he got bored so easily, it was really frustrating.

But to be honest, getting out of the house right now seemed like a pretty good option for me. I mean, I've been indoors for the past few weeks, I never really got outside, like to the mall, or the movies, or even to visit old friends or family.

I was just running my hand through my hair one last time when Justin walked in, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing me impatiently. "You look hot, can we go now?"

I snorted in annoyance. "When does the movie start?"

He looked at his phone. "It's half past two and it's two right now, we need twenty minutes to get to the next cinema, so hurry up, we have to go." He informed me urgently.

I quickly grabbed my perfume and sprayed myself two or three times, then put it back in its place and went to the door where Justin was waiting. "I really have landed myself an attractive wifey."

I just snorted and walked past him, he laughed after me. I went to the front door, grabbed my cell phone, keys and wallet as I went and saw that Justin had already ordered us a taxi. Justin scurried past me as I turned to the front door to lock it.

"Hurry up!" Justin shouted from the car. Rolling my eyes, I jogged down the three flights of stairs to the car and got in.

The drive to the cinema went surprisingly quickly, we were only on the road for ten minutes and hardly saw any people going to the cinema. I prayed to God that no one would see us and pounce on us, or worse, take photos of us together. I could already hear my lawyer berating me and Niall yelling at me for not telling him that I was alone with Justin or, even better, that he was with me for the whole weekend.

"Are you sure we can do this? What if people pounce on us?" I asked Justin, trying not to sound too panicked.

Justin grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "It's fine, I called and rented the seat, so there won't be anyone in the cinema."

I looked at him, dumbfounded. "Are you serious?!"

He snorted. "Of course not, what do I look like? Like the Queen of England?! But I asked if there were a lot of people here, and they aren't, because most people go to the newer theater two blocks away."

I stared at him in disbelief. "So we're going to this one?"

"Well, I'm sorry, Royal Highness, I didn't think it bothered you that one theater was a few years older than the other." He rolled his eyes and mumbled something.

I punched him in the side and he squeaked a little. "Okay, let's go!" and he pushed me towards the door. I opened it and stepped out. This theater was definitely not one you'd want to see a movie premiere at, but it wasn't that bad either. I went in and to the ticket booth. "Two tickets for Gravity at 2:30."

The girl behind the counter smiled, "Sure." And I gave her the money for the tickets. Justin was already at the candy counter and started ordering things. "Yeah, well, can I have two large popcorn tubs, an extra large cherry ICEE, a bag of Skittles, M&M's and Reese's Pieces, oh, and another hot dog!" while he pulled out his black credit card, which meant unlimited spending.

I walked up to him from behind and raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you somehow tell me about the child you're going to give birth to?"

"You owe me child support, you bastard, you just picked me up and then left me, now we're stuck with this shit!" he whined, playing along.

"Maybe you should think twice before you get involved with the Bradford bad boy in that case." I purred in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe, which made him shiver. I grinned and took a few steps back.

He rolled his eyes and when the cashier returned with Justin's abnormally large order, he swiped the black card through the cash register slot. Justin motioned for me to take some of the items and reached for one of the popcorn tubs, the M&M's, and the ICEE.

The cashier gave Justin back his card and I led the two of us to theater four where the movie would be playing. I started snacking on the popcorn as we walked down the hall.

There were a few people sitting there. But none that would mob us because we were Justin Bieber and Zayn Malik from One Direction. Thank goodness.

Justin and I were sitting in the back so no one would recognize us, just in case. There were about twenty other people in the theater and Justin's loud chewing didn't exactly help our secrecy.

"You sound like a cow chewing on her hay, please shut up!" I hissed at him as the movie started.

Justin threw a handful of popcorn in my face in response, I glared at him and shot back with Reese's Pieces, starting a small war.

"HEY! You guys in the back! Look forward and stop! Because of you, I now have popcorn in the back!" a voice yelled at us from the row in front of us.

Justin and I froze, looked forward at the angry woman in front of us and we gave her a sweet smile and apologized. She snorted and started muttering something to her husband.

He and I started to giggle to ourselves and tried to stay calm and not burst out laughing, we were lucky we didn't get kicked out of the theater. The lights now went completely out and the screen brightened as the previews started.

--

I really tried to concentrate on the movie in front of me, it was really good, but I just couldn't ignore the flashes and sparks that jumped when I reached for the ICEE at the same time as Justin and our hands brushed. I had touched this guy enough times before, but this time was different. My whole body froze when our fingers intertwined for a brief second before he pulled his hand back and let me have the drink.

I would stretch my legs out every now and then, as they were starting to feel numb because I always liked to have one leg over the other, but one time when I put both feet on the ground, my foot hit his ankle. I apologized of course, but he started moving his foot against mine, as if we were lovingly playing with our feet, which I had never actually done before.

At that moment, I would normally put my arm around the back of his seat, but we weren't on a date. No, we were just two guys going to a movie together, that's normal. We didn't define it as a date, but then again... we had never talked about what we were actually doing.

I mean, we had fucked more than once, kissed like it was nothing special, but what the hell were we? I mean, we were married, but were we really? What we were doing wasn't exactly proper, we were just fucking around.

Part of me was still annoyed with him, I never had much patience with him, but at that moment, maybe I wanted nothing more than to kiss him and do the cliche movie theater make-out.

I was always so easily angered with him, I had to do my best to keep calm and have normal conversations. We were cursing all the time, yelling and insulting each other.

Is that proper?

I don't think so, but whatever I felt in my stomach every time Justin moved next to me, brushed my shoulder or hand or even just my shoulder, sending my body into a kind of shock, wasn't exactly normal either.

"Are you okay?" Justin seemed to be able to see the tension in my face, the way I had my arms crossed and was barely paying attention to the movie.

I was startled and winced for a moment, the movie wasn't over yet, but I was at the end. The way he looked at me in the dark, the way my heart was pounding in my chest. My breathing was rapid, my palms sweaty and I knew what I had to do.

I leaned forward and kissed his lips, sighed at the touch I needed so much and ignored the feeling that overcame me and smiled. "I feel great, and you?"

He looked at me funny but shrugged, never answering the question, much to my relief. I turned back to the movie when I felt an arm being put around my seat, I looked back and saw Justin's arm, he didn't even yawn like the idiots in the movies always do.

He just did it.

For no damn reason.

And that, that's what scared me.