Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 44

Zayn

It's been a week now since our little talk and everything has been super stressful again. Justin and I went back to the point where we used to argue, teasing and mocking. We spoke about once a day, but usually not for very long because we were both busy. He was touring the west of America with Believe and we were on the east coast with Take Me Home.

I felt somewhat calmed and relaxed, as we had now made this little pact. We had made a vow, so to speak, that we would respect the other enough not to sleep with anyone else.

I wasn't possessive, I just wanted to make sure he took me seriously and wasn't making fun of me. Once this annulment was complete, he should stick his dick in whoever he wanted. But until then, nope, he should build up some self-control.

Like I did.

But to be honest, it wasn't that hard. I was so busy, always doing photo shoots or interviews with the guys. It really wasn't difficult to keep my dick in my pants.

And for some strange reason, I wasn't even that interested in the girls anymore. Maybe I was just picky. I looked at these girls and tried to find their attributes attractive, but somehow I never found what I wanted. It was like I was trying to find a certain type and despite my efforts, I found nothing.

"Zayn, we're going to go to this club. The one where Katy Perry is throwing her party to celebrate her successful album. We've been invited!" Liam strode into my room, dressed up almost disgustingly, in a jacket and tie.

I laid my head back, annoyed. "Do I have to come?" I grumbled and Liam laughed, rolling his eyes. He had stopped being so suspicious. He was back to his old self and no longer tried to keep a close eye on me and my life.

"Yes, because One Direction is expected there and we aren't One Direction without Zayn Malik." I sighed.

"Tonight..." I tried to wriggle out of it.

"You have twenty minutes!" he shouted as he strolled back the way he had come.

I pressed my face into the pillows and groaned listlessly once more. Why?!

I stood up and slipped on my new skinny jeans, pulled on a printed shirt and grabbed my leather jacket. I didn't really care what I looked like, because a club was the last place I wanted to be.

There would be so many couples, slutty girls in their little cocktail dresses and alcohol. And I wasn't a dancer or a huge party animal, especially with the guys.

When I vaguely remembered what happened in the dream when Justin took me on that wild adventure to Las Vegas, I still couldn't quite believe everything that had happened that night. But it was reassuring to at least know what had happened that night. The night when everything changed. When I changed.

I walked out of the hotel room, the other guys were wearing similar black outfits and were once again just waiting for me.

My cell phone in hand, I waited for Justin's call. He usually called me in the evenings, or in the far too early hours of the morning. It was a sort of daily thing, we would talk on the phone and laugh. It was probably the most entertaining part of my day. Well, after the gigs of course, the shows were incredible. We had been performing for years but it still felt like the first time every time.

"I'm going to get so drunk my great grandchildren will have a hangover!" Louis declared and we all laughed. This boy must have some Irish roots because the idiot could drink liquor like water and keep it down!

"I'm in, man, I'm going to be so drunk my stomach will end up having to be pumped." Niall added with a grin.

"Oh no you won't! We don't need two with alcohol poisoning. You'll get two drinks, that's all. And no, a bottle of liquor does not count as a drink!" Liam said to Niall, who had opened his mouth to answer. But quickly closed it again at the intense look.

I giggled quietly but tried to hide it with a cough, because I felt Niall's eyes looking at me warningly, I quickly smiled innocently.

We all made our way out of the hotel and into the stretch limo that would pick us up. It was stocked with alcohol and a few of Katy's albums. She was really promoting the whole thing, wasn't she? But I didn't care. After all, she provided us with free drinks, music and food. So I wasn't going to complain.


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I sat down at the bar, with a half-empty beer in one hand, my phone in the other. I knew Justin had a gig today, so calling would be pointless. But he was invited here just like us, although of course he would take care of his fans first.

It's weird, but I was kind of alone in that club. I just looked at Justin's number and wondered if I should call. But I knew if I called him during his show, he wouldn't answer. I had no idea what time it was or what time his show was on, so I just let him call.

"Zayn? What the hell are you doing on your phone? Are you waiting for a girl to call or something? Do you have a crush?!" Louis snarled as he tried to stand up straight.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at him. I didn't have a crush. That would mean that I had feelings for Justin. And no, that just wasn't possible.

I just enjoyed talking to him. After all, that was progress. We had usually just shouted at each other, but now it had been reduced to our little arguments and teasing. I had no feelings for him that crossed the line of friendship or anything like that. No, just no.

You slept with him, Zayn, friendly feelings are out of sight. At least when you had a sex dream about him. You fucking miss him, so much that you couldn't sleep when he forgot to kiss you goodbye. You got jealous when you heard Heartbreaker, you were so angry when you thought he still love him. And you freaked out when you heard the girls laughing in the background.You were jealous, Zayn.

You were just upset because of your pride. It's your fucking pride that's keeping you from realizing that you're very attracted to Justin, more than just sexually.

It was like someone dumped a bucket of ice cold water on me. I jumped out of my chair and left my phone on the table.

There was no way any of this was true. There was no fucking way I could have any feelings for Justin. I wouldn't let it go, but it wasn't true. It just couldn't be. What I felt for Justin was nothing.

I didn't miss him. I didn't like him. I wasn't attracted to him.

He was just there to entertain me and satisfy my lust.

But even thinking about it feels like a complete lie.

I reached the dance floor and tried to find one of the slutty girls that had seemed so numerous to me earlier. After a bit of searching I found one, I no longer cared about the pact we had made. He could sleep with whoever he wanted, I wouldn't care, I wouldn't get angry.

I knew I was going to get killed for what I was doing, but I saw a girl with long black hair dancing alone, swinging her hips. Her blood red dress rode up a little as she moved to the music. Her smile was crooked and she was the definition of slutty.

Perfect.

I walked up to her and she grinned drunkenly at me, then she turned around and started rubbing her ass on my crotch. I wrinkled my nose in disgust when I looked at her face. Her makeup was smeared, her hair was sticking to her face and she smelled of vodka.

It doesn't matter, Zayn, take the slut and take her to the nearest bathroom to fuck her. Break the pact. I ordered myself. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, she rubbed herself harder against me and normally I would be half hard by now, but this bitch really didn't turn me on at all.

I turned her around and crashed my lips into hers, she squeaked in surprise but kissed back just as fiercely, with absolutely no protest. I almost puked at the taste of her mouth, her tongue tasted of strong but cheap alcohol and her lips were sticky from lip gloss. But I pushed my tongue into her mouth, trying to ignite a hot French kiss to get some kind of reaction from myself.

She moaned into my mouth, threw her arms around her neck, swung us back in front of us as she nearly drooled all over me. I was going to be banished to hell for what I was doing here. I grabbed her waist, pushed her dress up so I could feel her skin, hoping it would turn me on to touch her ass.

I now began to carefully guide us towards the toilets, our lips parting as people bumped into me.

And then it was there, the answer from my lower half, a small twitch and I grinned as I pulled her dress up even higher. She didn't protest, she just started messing with my pants herself.

Perfect.


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Narrator:

Niall Horan stumbled over to the One Direction VIP table, which was cordoned off with a red cord so only members of 1D and their dates could enter. He had a drink in his hand and was sweating like crazy. He had just been dancing with some girl and now he needed a break after leaving her standing there.

Niall felt absolutely incredible. He was excited, the adrenaline was pumping through his whole body and the music doubled it. But he was suddenly a little tired and needed to catch his breath. Plus his feet were almost killing him.

He sat himself down on one of the leather couches, tried to catch his breath and rubbed his hands over his forehead to wipe away the beads of sweat. He leaned forward to put his drink on the table when he saw an iPhone.

Niall immediately looked to see if it was his, but sighed with relief when he felt his own in his back pocket. He reached forward to pick up the phone, you just can't trust people in a bar. Especially when it's a celebrity's phone. He knew it had to be one of the guys' phone, and being a good friend, he took it.

When he recognized the case, he knew the black and white phone could only belong to one person. Zayn.

Niall smiled as he was about to put the phone in his pocket, but the screen lit up brightly because of a call.

His heart stopped in his chest and he tried really hard to hold himself together because the name of a particular pop singer was on the screen. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming in a fangirl attack.

Niall knew it wasn't exactly polite to answer other people's phones without them knowing. (God... I answered one of the boys in my class's phone the other day, fuck that, the death stare I got from the guy later xD better not do this unless youwannadie.) But this... he couldn't pass this up. He had the chance to talk to Justin on the phone and he wouldn't get that chance again anytime soon.

He knew Justin would hang up soon if he didn't answer, so he closed his eyes and just did it. He bit his lower lip guiltily and cleared his throat.

"Hello?"

"Oh! Hey, Niall! What's up? How are you, man?" Justin was about to say Hey Wifey, but he stopped himself at the last second. Justin was lying in bed in his hotel room, exhausted from all the big performances, and he knew that Zayn was at Katy Perrie's party with the rest of the One Direction guys. He could have joined them, but his schedule was too full to go to a small party in Hollywood. These parties were thrown almost daily, so he didn't really care. But what bothered him a little was that he was missing the opportunity to see his Wifey again. Justin hated to admit it to himself, but he liked Zayn's company. And they could have had sex! (I mean, there aren't that many other cool things in this world... no...)

Ever since they made that pact, Justin had been in hell. He knew he had no interest in any girls, but the fact that the only way to have sex was miles away was driving him crazy with sexual frustration.

Justin was also confused as to why Niall had picked up the phone, Zayn actually made sure to always carry his phone with him. It was practically glued to his hip.

"Hey, Justin! I'm doing great, awesome party here!" Niall giggled drunkenly and could feel his cheeks burning. God, he must sound like a complete idiot.

Justin got straight to the point. He hadn't called to talk to Niall. He wanted to talk to another member of One Direction, one with a sexy British accent instead of an Irish one. "Where's Zayn? Can you give it to me?"

Niall felt the happiness disappear instantly. Of course he didn't want to talk to him, he wanted to talk to Zayn, but he wished so much that he could be cool enough for Justin. The little leprechaun would die to be friends, almost for two years now, and Zayn managed to do it in a few months. But that didn't really surprise him, because Zayn and Justin were so similar! They had the same style, humor, taste in music and even the same hairstyle.

Niall cleared his throat. "Um, he's not with me right now, Justin, he left his phone on the table here in the club."

Justin's brows furrowed, that didn't sound right, it was kind of weird. "Are you still at the party?"

Niall nodded. "Yeah, it's a shame you didn't come too, it would have been even better with you!" Niall tried to score points so that maybe, just maybe, he would like him a little. But Niall also really believed that it would have been even more exciting if Justin had been here.

Justin gritted his teeth for a moment, where was his wifey? Justin was suddenly overcome by this overwhelming feeling of worry and anxiety. Something he never felt for anyone else. "Thanks, mate, but could you do me another favor?"

"Of course, Justin, anything for my idol!" God, drunk Niall was an idiot Niall.

A small laugh left Justin's lips, the guy really was wonderful when he was drunk. "Can you give Zayn the phone, is he anywhere nearby?"

Justin tried to sound persistent and maybe it would hit Niall if he asked him if he could look out for Zayn. But Justin's mind was imagining the worst possible scenarios and he didn't like the direction his thoughts were taking.

Niall sighed and hopped off the soft sofa, as the VIP seats were higher up he could see the whole club. His eyes wandered to the bar, but it wasn't Zayn standing there, but Louis, who was just chugging down a bottle of vodka. Niall knew he would join the Doncaster after this phone call.

He looked across the dance floor and there were so many people, Niall's blurry vision didn't help him spot Zayn between all the lights and bodies rubbing against each other.

Niall was about to give up when he saw a harsh Zayn making out with some random girl while he pushed them both towards the bathrooms. Niall's lips curled into a proud smile, Zayn was finally able to let go.

Niall brought the phone back to his ear. "Did you find him?!"

"Oh yeah, and someone else too." Niall giggled.

Justin froze and his eyes widened in confusion. "What? What are you talking about?"

Niall walked back to the glass table to take his drink. "He was looking for some company of his own, if you know what I mean, Justin." He tried to clarify what Zayn was doing, because he never really wanted to use certain words when it came to sex. But he wasn't particularly prudish either.

Justin's eyes almost popped out of his head. And he felt like all the air was being squeezed out of his lungs. He almost lost his phone when his hand froze.

"Justin, I really need to get myself another drink. I'll tell Zayn you called after he's finished in the bathroom." Niall had no idea what effect those words had on Justin.

Justin gripped his iPhone tighter and tried to convince himself that the whole thing wasn't true. But Niall had just said it. Zayn had broken their pact, he was about to sleep with another girl.

"Okay, Niall, just let Zayn know that he apparently had to break the damn pact and that we're done with each other. I think we're going to cancel our agreement again." Justin said through gritted teeth. The anger and pure rage blazed through his veins as he hung up.

Plus, there was this pain in his chest. It wasn't okay anymore. And he felt so betrayed. He thought he could trust Zayn, but, God, he was so wrong. So, so wrong. Zayn had fought so hard for them to make that pact and now he was the first to break it. Justin shook his head in disbelief as anger took over all the pain. He laughed bitterly and coldly and his voice broke as he whispered,

"Really unbelievable, he couldn't even last a fucking week."

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