Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 39

Zayn

I squeezed my eyes tighter and tried to go back to sleep. Because if I woke up completely, it would mean it was time. That it was really going to happen. And for some inexplicable reason, I thought, if I just kept sleeping and the day didn't start, I could avoid it.

But I couldn't, as much as I felt a certain relief in my chest, if you just dig deep enough through my pride and my flawless masculinity, you would eventually notice a small pain in my chest.

I sound like someone is dying or going to war. Like someone is leaving and never coming back.

And the truth is, I wanted him out from the moment he walked through that door. I was so close to just kicking his ass and making him go away. I wanted to send him to his stupid hotel so many times, I would have even paid for it.

There was more than one situation where I wanted to kill him. I'm not going to lie, I actually considered just grabbing a pillow and smothering him in his sleep, or reaching for the kitchen knives and slitting his throat. But isn't that always what you think when someone annoys you to the point of no return? We think of crazier ways to shut them up. And my thoughts are a little morbid. But hey, to each his own.

I lay in bed, trying to keep my eyes closed and scrape together as much ignorance as I had, because I would need it for what was about to happen.

Try as I might, I just couldn't get back to sleep. My thoughts were racing and my eyes wouldn't close when I wanted them to.

I let out a breath and judged from the position of the sun that it must be painfully early in the morning. The sun hadn't even fully risen yet, but something told me I should get up. And so I did. I threw off the covers, sat up and put my feet on the floor with my head spinning, wearily rubbing my eyes.

I laboriously got up from the soft mattress and slowly stumbled out of the room, the floor creaking under my feet. I knew Justin must have already gotten up; he liked to get up early. I slowly opened the door to Justin's room to see if he was still in there, but when I went in, I gasped for air.

Everything was clean and perfect, the bed was made. There were no clothes or shoes anywhere. It looked nothing like the garbage dump it had been yesterday. The curtains were open and the sun burned my eyes. I turned away, finding that I didn't want to look at the empty room any longer.

I walked down the hall, or rather, I raced, it felt like he had already left. He wouldn't leave without saying goodbye somehow, would he? Panic rose in me as I stormed into the living room.

I stopped at the threshold of the kitchen and saw Justin putting a plate of food in the microwave and then turning around to clean and tidy up. When he saw me, his eyes widened.

"You're up early!" he commented as I walked into the kitchen, nodding in response. It was really weird for me to get up so early, but I just couldn't get back to sleep. And something deep inside me had woken me up, like an alarm clock or something. "Are you okay?" he asked, wiping the counter.

I shrugged in response, not knowing why I couldn't put words to it at that moment, but somehow I couldn't find any. I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't look at him. I mean, I was happy that he was leaving, but then again, I wasn't.

"Well, my flight leaves in an hour, so I'll be gone in half an hour." He informed me, putting his used dishes in the dishwasher.

My head spun around at record speed, a feeling of relief rising within me, but also something that brought me back down again. "Really, so soon?"

"You could at least hide your excitement, asshole." He snorted.

I didn't know I had a small smile on my face until I touched my lips. "Sorry, it's just, I really enjoy having the house to myself."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "You like being alone?"

I shrugged. "I always am, so what would be the difference if I didn't like it?" I replied with a frown, I had been alone the days before he showed up.

Justin didn't answer anymore, he just hummed to himself as he continued cleaning up the mess he had made. I watched him, I had nothing better to do, as he wiped down all the counters again and put away all the things he had used.

"All right, I'm done here." He wiped his hands on a dish towel.

"Good job." I snorted with a mocking undertone.

He turned around and rolled his eyes. "I'll leave soon enough, I know when I'm not wanted."

Now I rolled my eyes, snorting slightly. "Don't act like you particularly liked being here."

"I didn't, I hate it here." He replied and for some reason that sent a stab in the pit of my stomach. "I meant London, I hate the weather here. But I liked being here, Wifey, it wasn't that bad." He added and the corners of my mouth lifted. Of course he hated the weather here, he was used to the sun. After all, he still lived in Los Angeles.

I crossed my arms; somehow I had at least expected something good after we had had sex here four times now. Twice in my bed, once in the shower and lastly in the guest room. I would definitely miss that when he left. Now all I had left was my hand.

"Where are you going anyway?" I asked him.

"I'm flying to Los Angeles. I have to film a music video tomorrow, then I'll go on tour to Phoenix." He replied, gathering his luggage.

I nodded, I wouldn't have to go to the airport until tomorrow. Our first show was in Detroit. "So can I say you really hated being here?" I joked, but somehow I was serious.

He cackled. "If I can say that without never being allowed to come here again?"

We both started laughing, I felt carefree for a few moments, for the first time in a long time. Justin looked me in the eyes, our eyes locked and I had the overwhelming urge to kiss him or just hug him.

"I'd better go, Wifey! Don't miss me too much! Or better yet, don't miss my dick too much!" he winked and I growled.

"That micro penis is pretty hard to remember, Justin, so don't try to keep memorizing it when I just want to forget it." He retorted and all I got in return was a snort.

"If it was really that hard to remember, you wouldn't be begging for more right now, you dirty, needy slut." He whispered in my ear and I shuddered.

I turned around and glared at him. "Says the guy who climbed into my bed in the middle of the night, you sick and psychotic rapist."

My heart stopped for a moment as his mouth twisted into a grin. "You called for me, Wifey. You begged me for it, moaning and groaning my name. Don't you remember, Zaynie?"

I felt something harden in my pants and outlines emerge under the fabric of my boxers as I thought about what had happened that night. "How do you know I didn't call for Justin Timberlake?" I replied with a smug grin as his own fell from his face.

Justin snorted disdainfully and let go of me. "JT? Do you have a crush on him or something?" he mocked and muttered, "Like Heidi."

I shrugged. "The man in the suit and tie." I licked my lips playfully. I wasn't gay, I just admired Justin Timberlake, he was the only one from his boy band who went on to make it big, to the top of the charts to be exact.

"Oh, shit, I have to go!" Justin cursed as he glanced at his phone. I glanced at the microwave myself and it said just after six. Holy shit, I was up before six o'clock?

I had a small smile on my lips as I watched Justin searching for his things again. He only had one suitcase, but he probably wanted to make sure he didn't leave anything behind. I just laughed at the rushed Canadian Bacon in front of me.

"I don't want to forget anything, because I don't want to come back!" he called as he walked past.

"I don't want you here anymore either," I shouted after him, rolling my eyes. This weekend was far from enough time for him and me in the same house.

Justin had his sunglasses, wallet and cell phone in his hand. "Okay, I'm ready. The car should be here in a few minutes."

I was about to answer when I heard a honk from outside. "Too soon!" he let out a laugh.

I shook my head at him as I walked to the door while he pulled the suitcase behind him and stuffed the rest of his stuff into his pockets. "You're taking a taxi? Do you have your cell phone? Wallet? The Beatspílls?" I listed as I opened the door.

He nodded. "I packed this morning, that shit should all be in there somewhere."

I snorted derisively, of course this boy had to pack messily as hell, just like he lived.

Justin smiled at me. "I've been waiting for this day since I got here."

I managed a smile as he walked down the steps towards the waiting car. "That makes two of us!"

Justin turned around with a grin. "Look at us, Wifey! We agree for once! That's what I call progress!"

I raised an eyebrow and he opened the car door. "Actually, that's called alignment of feelings!"

Justin didn't respond as he handed his luggage to the driver who put the black suitcase in the trunk and Justin put his headphones in once he was in the car. I stepped back into the house and heard the slam of a car door before the car started moving.

I sighed peacefully as silence finally overcame me. A small smile was on my face as I walked into the kitchen, rubbing my head as I opened the fridge. I saw a small piece of paper with something written on it in bright colors.

I made sure I used up everything I bought and if not, it's now in my suitcase and I'll use it up on the flight!

So you better go shopping, my bottom can't just die on me because he's out of food!

-The Biebs

I looked at the note angrily, I could imagine the fucking grin that was on his face as he scribbled this. Of course he had to do something like this! He's a self-centered and greedy idiot.

And he was probably never going to leave me alone with being the bottom, so what?! It made me more of a man to be able to withstand that kind of pain. I mean, I had a cock in my ass! And I hadn't complained one bit, I had let him take me over and over again.

Not that I didn't like it too.

I closed the fridge and my stomach growled as I realized there was absolutely no food in the house. But then I remembered that Justin had put something in the microwave and when I looked, I looked hungrily down at a French toast with scrambled eggs and three strips of fried ham.

I wouldn't admit it to him, but he spoiled me. He spoiled both of us. When he was here, there was always something delicious, homemade to eat. The boys could never manage that, they would only order something so we didn't die of hunger. But only when necessary.

That was something I would miss too. His food.

I ate in silence. Agonizing silence. The only thing you could hear was me chewing. I could hear my teeth grinding the food and hitting each other over and over.

There was no music, no voices, and I didn't hear any laughter, mocking or humming.

Justin was one of the loudest people you could meet, by the way. He was always playing music, in the shower, while he was cooking, and when he was getting dressed or just sitting around. This boy carried his beat pills with him everywhere. He also had a habit of humming while he was watching TV, making something to eat or even just walking around the house. He made a lot of noise, something I wasn't used to either.

And the house, God, the house. It was clean. Too clean. It was spotless.

During the weekend that Justin had spent here, it was as if he left a trail. You could follow the trail of his clothes or shoes and find him. Most of it was in the kitchen, because that's where he mostly cooked or ate.

I quickly ate the delicious food and then went to the TV, which was still on. I sighed, it was so damn quiet.

There wasn't anything particularly interesting on TV, so I just tuned in to a channel that was showing the news, maybe I could find out a little bit about what was going on, since I hadn't had a chance to catch up.

I went to the sink and was pleasantly surprised to see only my dishes there, which I had to wash. Sometimes Justin would pile so full in the sink that he would start draping the things around it. He really was one of the most disgusting people I had ever met. We had argued countless times about why he didn't just do the dishes. In the end Justin would just sneer, "You're so picky, Wifey! Just put the stuff in the dishwasher, it's no big deal!"

I laughed briefly as I imagined him standing in front of me with his hands on his sides and rolling his eyes. I just preferred washing the dishes by hand, I explained to him, it felt safer to me. And besides, I didn't want to risk putting the dishes in the dishwasher and having them still be dirty later. It had already happened!

I put the plate in the dish rack to dry and moved back into the living room so I could turn off the TV, because it was really too early for me. I rubbed my eyes and yawned loudly, then strolled back into my bedroom, where the emptiness hit me. There was no one else here. The room just lay before me, there was no life in it. My chest started to ache as I realized that I was really and truly alone in this big house. I had no one, no pet, no girlfriend, or even a roommate. All I had were my thoughts.

And these wandered to the memories of the weekend, my chest ached more and more, with this acquaintance aching but it was stronger now than usual. I didn't feel like this when the boys left and I never felt that way when Perrie went on tour. So why did it hurt so much and why did my stomach turn?

It was probably heartburn or food poisoning, he was probably to blame! He had probably made sure there was whey in my food. Oh shit! The French toast! I thought as I ran over to the kitchen. There I found an empty carton of Silk on the counter and Justin had pinned one of his messages to it.

Don't worry, Wifey, I wouldn't let you shit your brains out. Although I did think about it briefly.

So I used Silk for the French toast instead of regular milk, I thought it would be nice since you let me crash your house over the weekend.

-Justin

My eyes widened at the kind gesture. And I couldn't help but feel grateful to him, he knew how bad my lactose intolerance could get if I consumed anything with too much whey. I sighed in relief as I made my way back to my bed to get as much sleep as I could before I had to return to the daily grind of traveling and working and suffering from constant jet lag.

I groaned as I remembered having to sleep on a bus. God I hated sleeping in there. The bunks were so uncomfortable, it was like sleeping on concrete.

I scurried into my bed and threw the covers over me, this would be the last day I could sleep for more than eleven hours. I could feel sleep slowly approaching soon after I relaxed and my muscles loosened. My eyes slowly closed but my head was still going full speed.

There was something in the back of my mind that was keeping me from sleeping and making my stomach turn. And I had absolutely no idea what it was.

Then I realized there was actually no one in the house. There was no one there to pull back the curtains to wake me up with the sunrise and some idiot who would turn the music up loud just to annoy me.

My insides clenched, the house felt so empty and lifeless. I would hear no more arguments, fights or even teasing. No more home-cooked dinners or breakfasts, no more music and no more sex.

In short, there was no more Justin.

No more little comments that made me laugh, no more spontaneous dance and singing, no more infamous grins and definitely no more affection.

And that was the moment when it hit me, I now knew why my thoughts were racing. Why my brain couldn't calm down and let me sleep.

Justin had left. He had just left.

And without giving me a goodbye kiss.