Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 41

Zayn

"Oh baby, baby don't you know you got what I need,

Looking so good from your hands to your feet,

Come one come over here, over here

Come on come over here, yeah!"

I sang and felt like myself again, felt the adrenaline and the rush flowing through my veins. The excitement pulsed through my veins as I felt fresh and just good again. I waved to the fans, blew kisses over my hand and watched the other guys jumping around the stage. Liam held the microphone in front of his lips and hit his high note, which, as always, blew my ears away. And

if you, you, want me to

Let's make a move

My face almost fell in half, I was smiling so widely, I just felt great.

I sang enthusiastically, hit all my high notes and I could feel them, the fans and their energy, their enthusiasm and their screams. It burst my eardrums as I walked along the edge of the stage, my arms around Niall's shoulders He flinched in surprise, but looked up at me as he raised his own microphone to his lips. His lips curled into a broad smile, and that smile was truly infectious. I couldn't stop smiling myself.

I felt so carefree, so light, as a feather. The four hours of sleep was far from enough, but it was the deepest sleep I've had in the two weeks we've been on tour. My muscles no longer ached and the bags under my eyes faded.

When Harry ended the song and thus the concert, we all enjoyed the intoxicating feeling of the fans cheering us on. The rush we had on stage when we performed for our fans, who sometimes knew our lyrics better than we did, was the best feeling in the world. I did what I loved in front of the fans I adored so much and alongside the four other guys who helped make it possible.

My heart was racing, my breath was ragged, I wiped my forehead to get rid of the sweat and let the contentment and happiness flow through my body. What the performance gave me made me feel like I was the king of the world.

Niall held me tighter and I brought my head closer to his, ruffling his hair and then I could only hear the screams getting louder. Especially all those Ziall shippers. I took it even further by kissing his forehead and he let his hand wander low, obviously and teasingly.

I laughed and let go of Niall, ran my hands through his hair again and then pulled back completely. As we left the stage, the screams only got louder and I grinned while my ears pounded. We ran through the security to get back to our buses.

"Boys, give me your microphones and earpieces." The stage manager ordered us with an outstretched hand.

Liam was the first to take the pieces out of his ears and turn off the microphone. "Here you go." Liam murmured friendly and walked down the aisle to follow the security to the buses.

I quickly gave the manager my stuff and then ran after Liam and jumped onto his back, laughing. He gasped in surprise when I ruffled his hair. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he wanted to know and looked at me strangely from the side as I walked next to him like a civilized person again.

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Liam opened his mouth hesitantly. "You seem so carefree, what got into you, Zayn? Please tell me it's not drugs! Did you have a beer before the show?"

I just shrugged. "Sleep, that's all."

"Are you sure that's not a specific person?" Liam narrowed his eyes briefly and then smiled crookedly. I froze.

He just kept walking and I grabbed his arm. "What are you talking about, Liam?" I asked and followed him, I had just stopped for a moment. He knew I wasn't dating or seeing anyone.

Liam shook his head and laughed. "I was just kidding. You looked like a deer in the headlights, buddy, are you sure you're not hiding anything?" his voice sounded suspicious, as if he thought I was hiding something from him, or rather someone. I glanced at him quickly.

What the hell? I thought to myself. What was he getting at? Why did he want to know why I was so happy? Why did I feel carefree and rested for the first time in weeks?

Who was he asking me about? Why did he assume I was drunk or on drugs? Didn't he know I even wanted to quit cigarettes?

It's like he thought there was some other reason I was feeling good besides sleeping. That there had to be an explanation for why I had slept like a baby. When Liam woke me up because we had arrived, it had only been four hours, but I felt incredible.

I felt so rested, I had been ready for the day for weeks. I hadn't dreamed about anything. and my energy was finally somewhat recharged. I was grateful for what had finally made me sleep because I was so desperate.

Liam wasn't one to make things up, which is why it was so foreign to him. Usually he would just ask you straight out about whatever was on his mind or bothering him. So you can imagine the confusion that came over me when he suddenly asked so mysteriously, as if he knew something about me that I didn't.

But he definitely couldn't be talking about Justin. The guy really had nothing to do with the sudden sleep that finally overcame me again in the early afternoon, he was just on the phone when it came over me.

And that little lullaby hadn't lulled me to sleep either, I was already halfway in dreamland when he called me, I was already so worn out and his gentle voice just helped. A little. Really.

There was really no way that Justin was the reason I finally slept. That would be absurd. Justin didn't have that effect on me, he couldn't control my body and just put it into sleep mode.

If anything, his sudden call had only postponed the few hours of sleep, although I probably wouldn't have been able to sleep any earlier if he hadn't called. You could call it a kind of bedtime story plus lullaby.

But I had to admit, when he sang to me, it felt like home. (you make me feel like hooome) It was so peaceful and somehow comforting. His voice was like a blanket, made of warmth and security. Maybe talking had just made me a little more tired. He had challenged me and I had to be prepared and ready with my witty answers.

"Zayn? We're going to have dinner, are you coming with us?" Niall asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I turned to the blond boy and nodded. "Sure."

Niall beamed. "Whatever got into you, whatever you do Zayn, keep it and keep going, I missed the smile on your face."

My heart warmed but I could feel the guilt rising inside me. Did I really seem so unhappy all the time? Did I radiate something gloomy all the time? I wasn't gloomy, I wasn't depressed. If anything, I was just quiet, nothing new.

The first thing that came to mind was Justin. I had no idea why. He had never automatically made me happy, he had never brought joy or excitement into my life.

Do you want to know what he brought instead? Cockiness, smugness, annoyingly funny comments, insults and most of all, he brought absolute hell. He had driven me crazy and left me confused and then exploded. Justin annoyed me so much, annoyed me to the point of no return, frustrated me so hard that I hoped God would intervene and worst of all, he enjoyed it.

There was no way Justin Drew Bieber could be the reason I was suddenly so happy. He couldn't be the reason why a slight smile always appeared on my lips.

Just thinking about him drove me crazy, he was so frustrating and annoying.

But I would be lying if I said I didn't miss him. I was so upset that he had just left that morning without saying a proper goodbye. And I had never felt so disappointed that I hadn't gotten a kiss.

I shouldn't have cared, because I didn't know anything else. I had almost gotten used to getting these little gestures of affection from him that it hurt so much when he didn't kiss me. Especially when we wouldn't see each other for a month. I had somehow expected him to come running back to press me against a wall and drive me crazy with his heavenly mouth.

I knew Justin's pranks by now, I didn't hate him so much anymore. He annoyed me, yes, but he didn't annoy me to the point where I detested him. Before, he had always annoyed me so much that I wanted to hire an assassin to kill him.

His constant presence was not welcome at first, hell no, not at all! But now he was invading my life whether I wanted it or not. It didn't matter if I ignored him, yelled at him or tried to run away. He was persistent and relentless and then he followed me.

He knew exactly how to make me angry, or bother me, or just plain bother me. I was sure he was just calling me to irritate me, he probably loved seeing me angry. I could see how his twisted brain liked to make other people so angry that smoke came out of their ears.

But his presence, his constant fucking presence, on my phone, in my house, it was comforting. It was nice to know I wasn't alone. That a person was actually taking the time to talk to me, yes, it might have just been to annoy me, but still, I kind of enjoyed it. I mean, Justin was giving me the attention I was so desperately hoping for. It wasn't necessarily always positive, but it was there.

I hated how I kept checking my phone, waiting for a message or a call, how I kept thinking about calling him.

Since that weekend, I kept noticing how something had changed. Maybe it was just me, but I felt this small change in our acquaintance. I mean, seeing someone naked and being in intimate situations did change something. Sometimes it was just the moment that these things could happen, I didn't expect us to do it more than once. Not that I was against it or anything. I just, fuck! I hated thinking about things like that and racking my brain.

I sometimes just tried to rationalize why the Canadian pop star didn't bother me so much anymore. I mean, if the circumstances were different, we could definitely be best friends. He and I were so similar in so many ways, but different in others. It's good to have differences, it keeps things interesting.

Could I still be his best friend? I would have to compete against Heidi in some ways. The two of them had this relationship that I couldn't describe. They obviously cared about each other, loved each other. She was like his sister, but this cool, older sister. You could see that he would kill anyone who hurt her in any way, and it would be the same the other way around. He was always sweet to her, he talked about her so often, and I had to say that their friendship must have deep roots. He would always beam or burst out laughing if anyone mentioned anything that had anything to do with Heidi.

Whatever, that was just another one of my what-ifs that I was making up.

"Zayn, come on now! We're eating at the Italian place!" Niall called out to me and I realized I was just trailing behind the guys, I was so lost in my thoughts. That's what happens sometimes when I get too caught up in something.

Instead of getting on the bus, we hopped into the black SUV that was waiting for us. It took a while to squeeze everyone in, but once we were ready, the driver drove off to take us to a nice Italian place that Niall raved about.

To be honest, I didn't really care what we ate as long as it wasn't vegan. I couldn't stand vegan food. It was so bland and tasteless. Niall went on about how this place was apparently famous for their calzones.

I wrinkled my nose when I heard about the calzone things, I didn't like them. I already knew what I was going to order, fettuccini alfredo. At least that's something you can't go wrong, if an Italian restaurant couldn't do that or spaghetti, please stop calling itself an Italian restaurant. Sure.

We were dropped off at a cute place called Olive Garden. I just laughed quietly to myself, these places weren't exactly rare in America.

We jumped out of the black car, the security people behind us. They never sat at our table or anything, but they stayed close by.

The boys and I were ordered by them straight to the back of the store, where there were no windows and no other people eating. Sometimes I hated being treated like that. I always felt so abnormal, but we boys would never be completely normal.

"Hi, my name is Regina, your waitress should be here in a few seconds. Can I get you something to drink? Water? Ice tea? Lemonade? Coke?" the nice, slightly older woman asked us.

"Coke."

"Sprite, thank you."

"Pink lemonade."

"A glass of water with lemon, please."

I didn't know I should say anything until everyone suddenly stared at me, waiting for me to finally order something. I put the menu down and cleared my throat. "A Coke would be nice, thank you."

She smiled. "I'll pass the order on to your waiter, have a nice evening, gentlemen." And she was gone.

I glanced over my menu, everything looked relatively promising and I decided to take the Tour Of Italy platter. It had lasagne, chicken with parmesan and also fettuccini Alfredo. Which I was happy about.

I closed the menu and put it next to me, since I had now made my decision, and as if on cue, a young woman came in with a basket of what looked like breadsticks.

"Hello! Good evening, what can I do for you guys?" she asked, placing the glasses of drink in front of us.

I immediately took a sip of the Coke and sighed as the cold liquid went down my throat. You can never go wrong with a good old glass of Coke. "I'll take the Tour Of Italy, please."

Her eyes widened with interest and she smiled at me, a grin that I would normally find endearing, but now it meant nothing to me. She had a pretty nice figure too, curves in all the right places, a modest neckline that gave a little away but wasn't too low, and she had nice skin.

I just looked away, I was bored of her. (Ha! GAAAYYY! Okay, now it's that time after eight again when I make shitty comments, I'm sorry.)

"I'll take the spaghetti with the meatballs." Liam replied politely.

The other guys also placed their orders and then the girl asked: "Salad or soup?"

"Excuse me?" Liam asked while we looked at her like she was growing a second head, did she need a hearing aid? We clearly never ordered soup or salad...

She giggled, a sound that made me roll my eyes. "With your plates, everyone still has the choice between a bowl of soup or salad."

We all raised our eyebrows and looked at Liam. "Then we'll have salad for the whole table, thanks." He was taken aback that we all got another appetizer, but hey, I wasn't complaining. Salad is refreshing. (dafuq)

"Zayn, what's wrong with you?! She's totally checked you out!" Niall called quietly when she was out of earshot.

I raised an eyebrow and rolled my eyes. That little leprechaun was really delusional sometimes. The girl was pretty, but not that pretty.

"Do you need anything, sir?" she asked me.

I looked up at her and shook my head to show that everything was fine. "All right, I'll be right back with your salads."

I continued to sip my drink every now and then, loving the taste of the Coke on my tongue, and then she came back with a glass bowl of mixed salad. She also gave each of the boys a plate, me last. She leaned over the table and presented me with the plate her cleavage, which I could look deep into and thus catch a glimpse of her pink lace bra. I turned my head away and took the plate from her hand. Absolutely cheap. I thought to myself and reached for the salad servers in the glass bowl in the middle of the table to help myself to some of the vegetables.

"Here you go, sir." She said as she straightened up again. "Do you need anything else? Something else to drink?" she then asked me.

I shook my head in her direction. "No, ma'am, but could you perhaps button your blouse further? It's quite chilly in here and I wouldn't like to see you catch a cold." I shuddered to create a dramatic effect.

I heard hidden laughter at the table and someone choking on their drink. Her face turned slightly red and she reached for her shirt to button something up.

I grinned as she hastily walked away. I could imagine Justin leaning over to give me a high five, he would probably laugh his head off. Or he would be even funnier and embarrass her again. I shook my head, I couldn't believe I had actually just said that, Justin was definitely rubbing off on me.

"Zayn! You embarrassed her!" Liam scolded me but I could hear the light-heartedness in his voice. He looked like he was trying not to laugh.

I rolled my eyes and raised my fork to eat the salad. I smiled as I shoved the salad in my mouth, it was wonderful and delicious. I wolfed down the salad quickly and waited for the boys to finish.

Just as Harry took the last bite, she came back with our ordered plates loaded with food. She took each plate one by one and placed it in front of the boys. I sighed, oh please, dear god, no. I couldn't hide the grin when I saw that her shirt was buttoned up all the way and the hair she had been wearing up earlier was flowing around her shoulders.

She took her time reaching for my plate and I noticed that she was trying to move her head as much as possible so that I could see her red curls shimmering in the light of the restaurant. Maybe she was hoping I would go into some kind of trance or something because of her so-called beauty, but the only beautiful thing in front of me was my food right now.

As she slowly and "seductively" placed the dishes in front of me, I could feel her eyes on me. "I hope everything is as you wish, sir, and if there is anything you need, my name is Nina." I heard her purr. I really had to pull myself together not to just throw my drink in her face.

I snorted inwardly, it was so obvious. I just ignored her and started eating. It was unbelievably delicious. I would die for the lasagna, and I would sell my soul for the chicken, and the fettuccine... God.

The meal was relatively quiet, mostly because we were all engrossed in these incredibly delicious plates. Louis picked at his ravioli, humming as the taste spread in his mouth. Harry ate his shrimp scampi, Niall enjoyed his meatball sandwich and Liam carefully wrapped his spaghetti around his fork. He was the only one of us boys who kept his manners, and he didn't say anything about our disregard for posture and etiquette. He, on the other hand, sat bolt upright at the table, as a king might do at the table.

We all let out a unanimous and satisfied sigh as we all put our cutlery on the table and put our hands on our bellies, full. The food had been really damn good. The boys and I were all wearing smiles, the smiles you get when you've had a great meal and you just want to fall into bed.

Liam raised a hand to call our waitress so we could get the bill. We didn't really care who paid, we shared our wages. We all had the same amount of money. But we had a system of who paid when five of us went out to eat. I had paid last time, so it was Liam's turn today. The system was based on age, oldest to youngest. So it all started with Louis putting down the bills and lastly Harry brandished his bank card.

Our waitress, Nina, appeared with a leather envelope with the bill in it. She held it out to me, even though Liam had already held out his hand. I had to suppress a laugh as he made a look of disbelief. If he was anything like other young men his age, he would have said something snarky right now. But he was far too polite to do such a thing.

"Can you look at the bill to make sure everything is correct?" her voice sounded innocent, but I had to bite my tongue to keep from rolling my eyes and letting out an audible groan.

I could practically feel the extra piece of paper through the leather, so to make her happy I opened the envelope and almost snorted when I saw what she had written.

When you're done acting up, handsome, call me.

Xoxox Nina

I took the paper, folded it, and tucked it into the waistband of her waitress apron. "Not interested, sweetheart." And judging by her eyes, she was almost about to faint from my British accent.

Her face turned a flaming red and the guys next to me coughed to hide their laughter. I handed Liam the bill and he reached for his wallet so he could pay. He also wanted to get her out of this awkward situation as quickly as possible.

"Thank you, have a nice evening." She stammered and walked quickly away, shaking her head at herself as she disappeared behind the counter and into the employee area to avoid any more awkward situations.

"I really don't know what's wrong with you, Zayn, that girl really wasn't bad looking and you're totally bored. She tried so many times to get your attention! And you didn't even look at her!" Niall burst out laughing and Louis and Harry had to hide their laughter too. Harry was laughing on his inner cheek and Louis coughed loudly. "And when you asked her if she could do up the buttons! Priceless!" Niall gasped between laughing and put an arm around my shoulder, I just rolled my eyes. "Zayn, are you sure you're not seeing anyone? Because that was totally the 'I'm taken' move!" Niall then said as he took his arm away from me again.

I froze at these words. "I assure you, Niall, I'm not taken... she was just too easy for me." We had gotten up by now and were walking to our SUV. "She's not a challenge."

Niall turned around and looked at me funny. "Since when do you need a challenge? You say that like you've already found your match, by the way, Zayn." He chuckled as he continued to walk forward towards Louis and Harry, who were still laughing.

I couldn't breathe for a moment as his words hit me, this couldn't be happening. I was supposed to be in the bathroom of this shitty restaurant, fucking this girl's brains out. Having hot and meaningless sex. She was clearly offering. She had been really pretty, like Niall said, but she wasn't good enough.

My heart was racing and I could feel a small tinge of panic. This girl hadn't attracted me. Not at all. She was so good looking and had a perfect body, she could have been a fucking model! But somehow she disgusted me, she was so... cheap. Normally I would love to have a willing girl on my lap, practically stripping in front of me. Normally her smile would make me smile too, but this girl... her smile annoyed me so much I wanted to smack her. And the whole time I was comparing her smile to someone else's. Fuck. And her fucking giggle. I wanted to throw up. I kept somehow expecting her to finally laugh properly and throw her head back. But she didn't, everything my mind would have drawn to her, she didn't have.

I spent the whole meal comparing her to him, I even imagined embarrassing her with him. The whole time I compared her physical features to Justin's. But in reality, you could never compete with him. Justin was a fucking sex god and this woman was a middle class person on a good day.


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