Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 43

It's been a whole week since Justin told me to calm down. Seven fucking days. And I still wasn't at rock bottom. I was more angry at myself than at Justin, I couldn't believe I had overreacted like that. I immediately pulled out some kind of weapon when I assumed the giggling girl in the background was a whore. But in reality she was Justin's cousin. And if I had been with him, he would have kicked me in the balls and I deserved it. I had insulted his family, again, unintentionally.

I had never felt such anger. Such a strong urge to just punch someone in the face as I did in that moment. I was overwhelmed with this strong feeling, first that song with that cute little monologue and then that annoying giggle from the girl.

The lack of sleep probably got on my nerves incredibly, it made me such an unpredictable person. But one that I really didn't recognize. I mean, I was a pretty angry person but I was never like that from 0 to 100.

Justin was absolutely right when he said that I had no right to always know exactly who he was with. I had neither the privilege nor the authority to always question where he was and who he was hanging out with. I had clearly asked for information that I didn't need to know. And I had no right to be mad at him just because he had a few friends over.

I couldn't believe how quickly I had blown up that day. Niall ignored me for pushing him away on the beach, I could see the hurt in his eyes as he looked over at me. He knew, he damn well knew, that I was hiding something from him. But I just couldn't. It would be so ultra-embarrassing if I finally came clean. If I informed him that his oh-so-mature and sensitive bandmate had put him in this ultimate predicament. A marriage. An unholy and unwanted bond between his idol and me.

I really wouldn't be surprised if he didn't even believe me. I could see him bursting out laughing and demanding the truth from me. But I wasn't planning on telling him or any of the guys. I wasn't even planning on telling my family.

I was sitting in my room, drowning in self-loathing and wondering why I always had to ruin everything. Justin was angry with me and Niall wasn't talking to me. The other guys didn't care, they just went on with their lives as if this noticeable negative tension wasn't in the air. I knew that Harry, Louis and Liam were anything but clueless. But they played their parts really well.

Liam hadn't really spoken to me since his little expression of opinion in the shower. There was something in his eyes that I didn't understand. It was as if he was waiting for me to say or do something specific. He was also watching me. Slowly I started to feel restless and a little annoyed. I was sick of all these fantasies and 'what ifs'.

I could hear Justin's music playing from the other side of the door, Niall had started playing the new song All That Matters on repeat about half an hour ago. My best friend was listening to my husband's music, how fucking ironic. Perfect scenario, if Justin and I had done this properly and intentionally, Niall would have been OK with it immediately.

I slowly walked towards the door and then turned the knob. We didn't lock it, or because we were all pretty casual with each other, or, in my case, no one would bother me.

I could see Niall lying on the bed, nodding his head up and down to the beat as he flipped through some magazine. I sighed softly as he ignored me.

"Niall." I said and he turned his head towards me.

"Do you need anything?" he asked curtly, he was really annoyed. He never spoke to anyone in such a harsh and clear tone.

I cleared my throat nervously and closed the door behind me, trying to buy some time to confront him. I'd never been very good at this sort of thing. But then again, I never did anything like this.

"Niall, I think we need to talk." I began lamely.

"Oh? About what, Zayn? Everything's fine." He replied in his faint accent.

"Look, I know you're upset with me," I began as he looked back at his magazine. As if a fucking perfume was more interesting than me trying to apologize.

"Oh, I'm not upset, not at all," he interrupted again, throwing his magazine aside. I wanted to open my mouth because I was a little confused. "I'm fucking angry!" he then corrected me.

My jaw clenched as he reached for another magazine. Okay, there was really nothing I could do but sit right next to him and try to explain myself.

"I know, and I understand, but can I at least explain?" I asked, and you could hear the helplessness and desperation in my voice.

Niall snorted. "You've had a whole week to do this."

I sighed in frustration and practically jumped.

"It was Justin."

Niall's head snapped up and his eyes immediately widened, but then he frowned. "What was Justin?"

My heart jumped in my throat and beat faster with every second. Fuck, what would I tell him now?! I obviously couldn't tell him the truth!

"Well?" he demanded and suddenly I felt the need to spit it

out. I swallowed the lump. "He makes me so angry, Niall!" I croaked pathetically and Niall's eyes got even bigger.

"Why? What did he do now? Did he say anything?" he asked, slowly coming over to me. His eyes were narrowed, so the protective best friend was still there behind that mask of cold ignorance.

I sighed, you might as well tell him. "He sent me a..." I swallowed. "quite rude message and of course I responded. He ended up calling me and we had a pretty heated conversation, it kind of felt like World War III, pop star edition."

He frowned. "What did he say to you?" and I could see him struggling with himself. I could change the way he saw his idol in a millisecond. And I don't think anything Justin said was even slightly disrespectful or rude. Which was actually really weird.

I cleared my throat and tried to look as sad and torn as possible. "Some horrible things that I wouldn't like to repeat."

Niall's face immediately fell and a small sad glint crept into his eyes, he looked at me almost pityingly as he wrapped his arms around me. "Sorry I didn't understand, I understand now why you wanted to keep it a secret from me, because it would hurt me a bit if my whole impression of him was ruined. And if he really is such an asshole, then of course I'll stop being such a damn stupid fangirl."

I laughed weakly and shook my head. "No, I said just as stupid things to him, it was only a matter of time before he gave it back to me." Niall burst out laughing, threw his head back and his deep laughter filled the room. "But it's all water under the bridge now, I'm really sorry I freaked out like that."

Niall's eyes softened and a small grin appeared on his lips, playfully nudging me with his shoulder. "I forgave you years ago, mate, I just missed you."

My lips curled into a rude smile and I ruffled Niall's blonde locks, making them swell. "I missed you too, sorry for having such mood swings all the time."

He giggled. "Mate, it really does look like you're on your period. One moment you look like a depressed emo kid, then you grin like a Cheshire cat, then you want to kill us all in your anger." I just smiled even wider. "

Surely I'm not that bad, am I?" I laughed, trying to look insulted, which didn't work very well with the huge grin. We both knew my moods were terrible and I had really big mood swings.

Niall laughed and shrugged. "You're almost a threat, Zayn." He drawled and I burst out laughing, playfully hitting him on the arm.

I missed this feeling here, it was nice to have my best friend back. He and I had this connection that couldn't be explained, but in any case we really acted like real best friends. Even though Liam might have been his best friend. Anyone with eyes could see that, but behind the scenes he was my best friend. Niall was my Liam, my Heidi.

"I borrowed Bourne Legacy earlier, do you want to watch it with me? We could order something to eat up." Niall suggested with a hopeful smile.

I smiled at him in agreement. "Absolutely, Nialler. I just have to make a quick call, okay? And I'll change into something more comfortable." Why would I wear tight jeans when I could just wear shorts.

"Okay, who are you calling?" Niall asked curiously.

I took a deep breath. "Justin."

His eyes widened and he nodded in understanding. "Tell him I said hi. The movie should start soon, so hurry up."

I bit my lip. "That might take a while, and by the way, the first fifteen minutes are dead boring." I said slowly and walked towards my bedroom door.

"Shit, Zayn! Stop spoiling it!" he shouted after me and I closed the door behind me, giggling quietly.

I slipped out of my jeans and grabbed a pair of basketball shorts. I also threw my jacket in the nearest corner. I wasn't going out today anyway and the next performance wasn't until tomorrow.

I stared at my phone, which was on my dresser. Oh, dear God, help me. And I walked over to the wooden box to take the device down. I took a deep breath. This was so weird, he usually called me, and now I was the one taking the initiative, two confrontations in one day. I should get a medal.

Taking a deep breath, I scrolled through the contacts and pressed call. My heart pounded, I paced restlessly across the room, looking up at the ceiling. Part of me didn't want him to answer. Part of me just wanted to avoid the whole thing. What happened last week was absolutely horrible and humiliating.

"Have you calmed down enough? Or did you have to take a trip to Alaska to cool off your hot head?" His voice rang in my ears and I flinched a little.

I deserved it.

"I'm fine, I assure you, Justin." I replied calmly, trying to show that I had really calmed down.

"Are you sure? You won't freak out if I tell you that I'm at the beach right now and damn -" he whistled appreciatively. "These bitches are absolutely hot."

I gritted my teeth slightly and had to press my fingernails into the heels of my hands to keep calm, I couldn't blow another fuse. "Keep going, Justin, I'm fine."

"Are you really OK, Wifey? You sound like you're struggling a bit." He asked, pretending to be worried, knowing what he was doing. He wasn't stupid, he wanted revenge now.

I nodded. "Absolutely." I hissed.

He laughed. "Seriously, Wifey, what the hell was going on with you last week? We need to talk about it." He then said.

I groaned slightly, God, couldn't we just leave it at that? "Do we really have to? Can't we just wrap it up and move on?"

"So we can watch another episode of Jealous Wifey? Definitely not. We're going to talk about it whether you want to or not, Zayn." He replied.

I threw my head back in annoyance. That would take years. "Now you're going to explain everything explicitly and kindly, Wifey, what was going through your head last week?"

I snorted. "You sound like my mum."

"If I have to treat you like a child even though you're twenty years old, I have no other choice." He snapped, silencing me quickly. He was really serious about the whole thing. He wanted to talk about it.

"Fine." I snapped back. "I didn't like the fact that you had female friends over because my brain was making up scenarios that weren't exactly pretty. I just kind of automatically assumed that you were definitely going to sleep with them." My cheeks burned with anger and an uncomfortable feeling was growing in the pit of my stomach. I really didn't want to talk about it anymore, I'd said my piece now and I just wanted to get out of it.

"Oh, that's weird. You sound like you're saying that I'd fuck anything that came my way. I might like women, but I don't like every single one on this damn earth." He replied, making me blush even more.

"Fine," I sighed and then continued to defend myself. "I just didn't want you to cheat on me and I really don't know any other term for it since we're not in a real relationship. But I still don't like the idea that you might end up banging every single girl that comes your way. I don't think it would be very respectful to me."

He hummed. "So you're saying that we should be faithful to each other, so to speak, until the annulment of our marriage is fully processed, right?"

I shook my head. "Yeah, that's kind of what I mean. Sorry for overreacting, but you're Justin fucking Bieber and there are tons of girls throwing themselves at you and you might just give in to temptation at some point."

He chuckled. "I can control myself if I want to, Wifey. And remember, you're Zayn Malik, girls' panties get wet in droves. And I bet all my money that one day you won't be able to help but give in too."

I snorted, but remembered that damn waitress Nina and the concierge Belinda, holy shit. I would get all the bitches. "Touché."

He laughed. "But I'm kind of insulted that you thought I would disrespect you like that, wifey."

I sighed. "You get crazy thoughts when you're angry."

"I swear, when you get older you'll suffer from schizophrenia." He laughed, raising an eyebrow.

"I must be suffering from it already, after all I'm married to you."

"Why were you so pissed? Was it because of Heartbreaker?" he changed the subject.

Heartbreaker, the song, had a little monologue in it and it just made me so angry whenever it came up in the song. I really wasn't too happy with the idea that Justin wasn't over Selena yet.

"Actually, only because you didn't tell me what the song was about. It was almost a declaration of your undying love for her." I said sarcastically.

"Aww, are you trying to write a song about how much of a failure our marriage is?" he sneered.

"Don't make fun of me. I heard the damn song right before you called and that little monologue was already making me angry." I growled, regretting the words immediately afterwards.

"Wifey, calm the hell down! It's just a so-"

"A song that proclaims your everlasting love for her and how much you still want to be her husband!" I interrupted, quoting his own lyrics.

"If you'd just let me finish my sentence!" he shouted, annoyed that I had interrupted him. "I was going to say that I wrote this song just a month after we broke up. I was fucked, my heart was broken and I wanted her back so desperately."

"And now, Justin, what now?" I demanded, finding the fact that she had really hurt him shitty somehow. I felt like kissing him and strangling that whore of Gomez for a second.

He laughed softly. "I never want to be her husband again. I'm over her, Zayn. By the way, I have no idea why I need to tell you this. Actually, it's none of your business. But to calm your overly temperamental and overreacting brain: I'm not going to run to her house and sleep with her. I'm done with her."

I sighed contentedly and my lips curved into a smile. "That's really reassuring, now I know for sure that you're sticking to our agreement."

I could almost hear him rolling his eyes. "I've sworn for a long time that I wouldn't sleep with anyone until we're done with this shit, and the only person I've slept with is you, Wifey. And right now I can't quite decide if it's a good thing that it's taking longer to finish this shit or a bad thing."

"Which part is better?" I snorted.

"Tell me."

The corners of my mouth turned up even higher, but suddenly my eyes widened as I remembered something. "This is really random, but Niall says hi."

He burst out laughing and when I heard something fall to the floor, I furrowed my eyebrows. What was so funny?

"Justin?" I asked through the phone when all I could hear was laughter.

"Oh man, God!" he gasped, still laughing. "That was brilliant! Tell him I asked how he was."

I didn't ask why he had just burst into such hysterical laughter - "Speaking of Niall, he's waiting for me over in his room -"

"The rule applies to guys too!" he growled playfully and I snorted.

"Niall is my best friend, idiot, and I was just about to say we were watching a movie." I shouted.

He made a derogatory noise. "If you say so, Wifey."

I smiled. "You don't have to be jealous, Justin. I know you want that ass for yourself. Niall's cock won't even touch it."

"Fine." Justin snapped and I wondered if he was crossing his arms over his chest like a little kid.

"But I didn't actually say my cock wouldn't touch his ass..." I teased and I could hear him growling.

"If you sleep with him, I'll personally kick you in the balls the next time I see you. You made a huge fuss about my cousin, so don't think I won't give it back to you." He threatened.

I laughed. "Bye, Justin."

"Bye, Wifey." He snorted.

I ended the call and put the phone back where it was. I kicked my shoes into the corner and walked barefoot back to Niall.

I immediately saw Niall, who was already staring at the screen as if fascinated, his eyes were practically glued to the TV and I quietly closed the door behind me. I walked over to the mattress and saw that the food Niall had ordered was already there.

"You were right, by the way, the first fifteen minutes were so boring that I almost fell asleep. The only cool part was when he ran from the bomb into the snow, as if he could already hear the helicopters coming." He said about the beginning of the action flick. I'd seen it before and personally I thought that the first Bourne films were the best because Matt Damon was just a total badass.

"Justin, asked how you were." I just said, to which he nodded with a smile.

"How did the conversation go? Is everything okay?" he asked, his head turning towards me as I leaned against the head of the bed.

I pursed my lips and shrugged. "As good as it could be."