Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 48

Zayn

We were just in New York City, the city that never sleeps, the Big Apple. It was one of the most exciting cities. It had Times Square, Central Park, Madison Square Garden, Yankee Stadium and so much more that I can't name. This city made you feel alive, I mean, it's like you walk through these streets and you feel like you can do anything.
I honestly loved coming to New York, it was like another London, only better. The weather was more chilled, almost like home, not like LA where it's still summer.
I mean, I adored Los Angeles, but I'd rather be anywhere near New York at this time of year.
But this time we didn't really have a choice to be here. We got an invitation, a pretty formal one, to a masquerade ball at the Plaza Hotel.
I was excited, I mean, I'd never been to a masquerade ball before. It was a "suit and tie" event, as the invitation said. But I didn't care, suits weren't bad or anything, you could wear the same one over and over again. Girls didn't have it so easy, they had to go out and buy a new dress every time. The
all was tonight and we were getting our tuxedos fitted. Because apparently, we needed new ones. I missed the days when people didn't judge you based on what you wore. I mean, why do people care if you wear Versace or Calvin Klein?
I would never understand it, but they wanted us guys to all somehow fit together. What a surprise... do you hear the sarcasm? DO YOU HEAR IT FOR THE FUCK?
We were an ensemble, so we were supposed to look like a cohesive group. The color scheme was, of course, black and gray.
"Ouch! Look what you're doing, Edward Scissorhands!" complained Louis as the seamstress put pins in his Alexander McQueen tuxedo and arranged it so the pant legs fit and stopped just above his ankles. Louis' style.
I came to my senses a little as he glared at the woman with a tape measure slung over her shoulder and a box of needles in her hand. "Then stop moving!" she snapped back with a snort. Louis just continued to glare and stuck his tongue out at her. "I swear you're an epileptic!" she threw her arms in the air in frustration.
"Sorry I don't like having little knives in my ass, thighs, crotch and arms!" Louis replied with his usual sass.
"It's not like you haven't had bigger ones in your ass, Louis." Niall wiggled his eyebrows and grinned, making me giggle as I sat back down on one of the pink couches. (Maybe not Louis, but what about you Zayn, huh? WHAT ABOUT YOU????!!!)
"If you're talking about the foot that's about to be in YOUR ass..." Louis glared at Niall.
"Are you sexually frustrated, Louis? I know Haz is in the next room, but a clingy person like you isn't exactly attractive." Niall continued to tease.
The mention of sexual frustration somehow automatically made me think of Justin. But not because I was horny. Just because I missed him. I missed the way we treated each other. Nothing had really changed and we hadn't spoken much since he had somehow forgiven me. I knew it would take him time to let off all the steam, but it was getting weird and ridiculous.
I missed him, I was man enough to admit it. I mean, I was told by Justin that I was "a pathetic excuse of a man" and he was right. I was nothing but a coward, a whining, hypocritical pussy. And that coward was now brave enough to admit to himself - and only to himself - that he missed his husband.
Justin wasn't punishing me by ignoring me, no, it was worse. He acted like he was completely uninterested and almost scared.
Not that he was really afraid of me, he just didn't trust me anymore. That's why we kept our conversations short and superficial, like he didn't really want to talk to me but was doing it out of politeness. I hated it, hated it so much. I missed the teasing, I missed the smug comments and I missed his laughter, which was actually way too loud.
"Zayn! Your suit is here! Apparently from Prada." Liam looked at me sideways. He swore on his life that I had chosen the suit myself. But it was just our styling team and the suit just happened to fit me and look good.
"Jealous, Payne? Isn't a Versace tuxedo enough for Daddy Direction?" I snapped at him, even managing a mean smile.
He snorted. "It's Louis Vuitton, idiot."
"Oh no, sorry, then it's Louis Vuitton, pain in the ass." I snorted back and bowed briefly and teasingly before walking over to the seamstress and taking the tuxedo from her hand.
I sauntered into the bathroom so I could take a closer look at the suit. Grinning, I saw the grey fabric through the plastic cover and grinned. I was sure to look elegant tonight - not that I should care in the slightest.
I slowly pulled the cover off and my grin grew. Oh yeah. It was. Not that it mattered in the slightest, but I loved that tuxedo. It had two grey buttons down the front and was two-piece. It was actually pretty simple but you could tell from the fabric and the workmanship that it wasn't exactly in everyone's budget.
I immediately slipped my jacket off my shoulders, threw it on the bench in the bathroom and slipped off my shoes. I knew we would be wearing Italian dress shoes. But well, what else?
I adjusted the jacket on my shoulders, we would get the shirt and vest later because of the exact sizes, the same went for the ties.
The suit actually fit pretty well, it wasn't exact, but the seamstresses here would get that right in a few seconds. The pants were a little too long, since he wasn't exactly the tallest man, and the jacket opened a little too wide.
I came out of the bathroom and saw Niall standing on a pedestal in a black suit, while the seamstress put pins on his arms to adjust everything to his will. His slightly paler skin and light hair were in direct contrast to the black fabric, which actually looked pretty good.
"Damn, you're going to get some ladies today, Zayn!" Niall whistled with a cheeky grin and I grimaced. Well, no, I wouldn't.
"Oh, shut up, Niall." I pretended to blush, but actually, my stomach was turning at the thought. I would never touch a female again, I wanted Justin's trust back, even if it killed me.

-

The boys and I tied our ties and grabbed the masks. My mask was half black, half silver and was connected in the middle with a curl, with small ornaments on it.
The boys had similar masks but all only one colour, I was the only one with two. Liam had a white mask that only covered one half of his face like in Phantom of the Opera, Niall had something that Batman might wear, Harry's mask was silver and covered a quarter of the left side of his face and the rest of the right side and Louis had the classic version, in an elegant Venetian but simple style.
"We should arrive in about fifteen minutes, Liam. Do you have the invitations? These are our tickets." our driver asked the Phantom as we hopped into the car.
I struggled to tie the black tie properly while Liam rolled his eyes. "Be careful, or you'll hang yourself with that thing."
I rolled my eyes in turn as he started tying my tie, shoving my incompetence in my face. "Oh shit, I forgot to tell you guys something." Liam cursed himself.
We all eyed each other. "What? You didn't leave anything at the hotel, did you, Payne?" Louis asked.
Liam just grinned. "Happy Halloween, guys!"
Rolling our eyes, we giggled and Liam had a big grin on his face. At least I thought so, because you could only see half of his face. And he was completely shaved, so the whole thing was kind of weird.
The moment we pulled into the square in front of the hotel, we saw all the people wearing their masks. Some had their whole face covered, others just held one in front of their face with a stick. Even the waitresses had masks on.
A young man standing by opened the door for us and Louis was the first to jump out of the limo with Harry, Niall, Liam and following. The man closed the door behind us just as I stepped out, arranging the mask.
"Hello, good evening, are you all here for the masked ball?" the man in the classic Plaza Hotel uniform asked us with a polite smile.
Liam nodded. "Yes, we are. Here are the invitations." He gave him the black envelope and the man nodded.
"The whole event is equipped with reserved seats. The hostess can help you with that," he informed us and handed the invitation back.
Liam put the paper in his blazer and nodded to us that we should follow him. "Thank you very much, sir."
When we climbed the stairs, we were first met with nothing but darkness. The party was taking place in dim lighting, probably meant to give you an intimate feeling, the music was still playing quite softly and was classical and when you looked around there was nothing but gold. The tables were round, evenly spaced around the dance floor, there really wasn't anyone here who wasn't wearing a mask. There were dancers and acrobats on the ceiling. The only thing that lit up the huge room was the chandelier, one with real candles stuck to it. I felt like I was in one of those old movies.
"Welcome gentleman, may I see your invitation, it says where you will be sitting." the woman in the tight black dress and little black mask came over to us as we were basically just standing around in the entrance like idiots and staring.
This place felt so mysterious and haunted, but somehow also inviting and tempting. You could hardly turn away, you just had to go in. My eyes were drawn to the women hanging high up from the ceiling on their trapezes like they were from a circus. One woman was hanging from nothing but a single panel of fabric, her feet reaching in as if her life depended on it and even she was wearing a mask.
"Here you are gentlemen, a few people will show up here later but they haven't arrived yet." she presented us to our own table which was strewn with rose petals and candles and crystals sparkling in glasses. "Have a great evening."
"Screw clubs, man, this is incredible!" Niall said, dazedly looking up at the women in the air.
Slowly nodding, agreeing as he looked around the room. I didn't recognize anyone and somehow that was a really good feeling. So practically no one knew who I was either, suddenly I felt relaxed. No one could judge me because there was just another man wearing a mask.
A woman approached me, wearing a patterned dress and a black mask. "Can I get you something to drink, sir?" she leaned towards me a little.
"Long Island Iced Tea," I replied, as I hadn't had one in a long time.
She smiled at me apologetically. "I only serve non-alcoholic drinks, if you want something to take with you, you have to go to the bar. I'm sorry, sir."
I shrugged, I could walk so it wasn't a problem. "Guys, I'm going to get a drink." and then I was off towards the bar, which was supposed to be where all the other adults went.
I managed to find my way to the dark wooden bar, behind which a bartender was standing drying the cups. He also had a mask, but a red one that matched his tie. He immediately smiled at me as I approached the counter.
"What can I get you, sir?" he asked straight away. "I hope some of the good drinks." he winked.
My eyebrows raised and I was just about to say something when Niall appeared next to me. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?! I would have come with you!" I did, I sighed inwardly. But when do guys ever listen?
"Can we have two bottles of beer?" Niall said to the bartender and looked at me for approval. I just shrugged. Fuck it. It wasn't what I really wanted, but Niall ordered it for me.
Niall then turned around and looked around the party. "This is fucking incredible, isn't it? I would kill to be able to throw a party like that someday," Niall shouted and continued looking around.
"Here you go, gentlemen." and we turned around to see a bottle of Heineken beer plus a glass that looked exactly like a Long Island Iced Tea drink.
"Th-I didn't order that." I looked at him confused, he couldn't read minds, could he?
The man grinned and nodded his head to the right. "I know, but that guy over there. He said something about you not liking beer."
My eyes widened and I looked where the man was pointing and saw a guy strolling away with a drink in his hand. My breath caught when he turned around briefly and could see part of his mask. A shiver ran down my spine, goosebumps spread across my skin and I licked my lips.
This guy was absolutely mysterious.
And another shiver of lightning ran through my body, much to my confusion. I had never felt that with a man, not even a woman.
"How did I not know that you don't like beer?" Niall asked as my thoughts were still on the mysterious man. But they always had to wear masks, right?!
"It's only for now, I just can't stand the bitter taste anymore." I answered with a simple lie as if it were something completely normal. Justin was right, I was a born liar, cheater and manipulator. My stomach turned at the thought, hated thinking back to the argument. I felt like our whole future was being shattered in that moment, into millions of little pieces. And I was the one to blame.
Niall hummed, took a sip of his beer and started to stroll back. "Who was that guy anyway? Did you recognize him?"
I took my own drink and followed him, shaking my head. "I don't know, I didn't see his face."
"Well, it must be someone who knows you well enough, otherwise he wouldn't know what you like to drink." and then he sat down on his chair and started a conversation with Louis.
I half-heartedly shrugged and put the straw between my lips and then my eyes widened when I realized that you could really taste the little bit of orange mixed with the peppermint. And that was my absolute favorite combination.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized who this person could be. Well, it could be anyone you've already had a drink with. And unfortunately, that was quite a lot of people.

-

"I need something to eat, does anyone want to come with me?" I asked, making a move to get up. To my surprise, the couple hadn't shown up yet. But most people weren't sitting down either, they were on the dance floor or at the buffet getting something to eat.
None of the guys seemed to have heard me, as they were all talking pretty loudly about the game they had watched at home. But I didn't really care about the game, I mean, we were at a masked ball and the idiots were talking about sports. Unbelievable.
So I got up and fought my way through the groups of people talking, flirting and dancing. Eventually, I did end up at the salad bar.
No one had recognized me yet (YOU THINK, IDIOT) because I hadn't introduced myself to anyone, until now. And I really didn't mind, I actually preferred it.
There weren't really many people at the small bar, as most were at the alcohol bar or on the dance floor, so I just walked over and grabbed a plate, which I immediately put a few things on.
I smiled as I dumped far too many croutons onto the mountain of lettuce, onions, cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, and bacon crumbs. I was about to reach for the sauce when someone wrapped my waist around my waist and I gasped.
The person hummed, "Did you enjoy the drink?" I could hear the grin in his voice. "I ordered it just for you, a little orange, a tiny bit of ice, and two mint leaves. Just the way you like it."
I shivered as the stranger gently bit my earlobe. "Any guesses as to who I am?" I could see the mask out of the corner of my eye. Pearls were pinned to it, silver beads were attached along the edge.
He moved my neck gently so that he could gently touch the skin there with his lips and I hissed as suddenly soft lips sucked on my neck. My plate almost fell to the floor. "Ed?" like Ed Sheeran, I asked. (No... no, just no... I won't say anything to that, I'll just curl up in a corner and cry until Zayn gets his wits about him... no... psssssccccchhhht.)
The person behind me pulled away and I clutched the plate tighter as they disappeared. And when I turned around, all I saw was that the person didn't have red hair. So it wasn't Ed, I mean, Ed wasn't even gay, but he likes to trick people, just like that.
I shook off the goosebumps, this mysterious guy had almost taken my breath away and made my knees go weak. I shouldn't feel like that about another man, especially when I had sworn never to mess around with anyone else again because of the pact.
I was going to hell.
I gripped my plate tighter again, put some Italian salad dressing on it and fought my way back through the crowd to the table, hoping to escape this man whose lips were still tingling on my neck. I grabbed the spot and shuddered when I felt the little bit of saliva that was still there because of his teeth.
When I reached the table, the chaos there almost overwhelmed me.
"Justin, do we really have to sit here? I'd rather stand on my feet and bleed than sit here!" I could hear a fairly familiar voice calling.
Liam also didn't seem very happy that she was standing behind one of the empty chairs. His eyes showed the same pain as in the last few months. He still had feelings for her, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
"Heidi, I already told you that I tried to switch places, but it's not allowed. We've been standing around long enough now, but of course you must be starving and I'd like to sit down to eat." His voice made me shudder imperceptibly.
But then I understood the meaning behind the words and placed the plate on the table before actually dropping it. "Justin?!"
he turned to me and could see exactly the same pearl edges that the mystery man had on his mask. The blood rushed to my cheeks from sheer embarrassment. "Zayn." he greeted me with a nod and grimaced because he didn't greet me with "Wifey" like he used to.
But I understood why, the boys were all here. We couldn't just shout our secret out to the world.
"Heidi, just shut up and sit on the damn chair!"
Heidi glared at Justin, she was wearing a silver mask that matched her short, strapless dress. "Nice."
The table was all occupied by One Direction, Justin Bieber and his companion who was none other than Heidi. You could clearly feel the tension, damn, you could probably cut it, it was that thick.
I stared at Justin, who narrowed his eyes and looked at me as if the hazelnut brown was about to turn to red and shoot laser beams at me.
"Hey Justin, how are you, man?" Niall tried to break the tension while everyone else sat there in silence.
Justin looked away from me, which made me exhale. Holy shit, I didn't know he had been holding his breath!
"I'm doing super amazing, and you, Niall?"
I didn't look up but I could hear the fake smile in his voice. "I'm great, thanks for asking! Where were you before the party?"
"Far away from here," Heidi answered, crossing her arms, her eyes meeting Liam's. Hers was full of anger and bitterness, while Liam's eyes seemed much softer. Of course he was still angry with her, but I think it hit him more that she had hurt him than anything else.
"Heidi, I swear, I'll sit you next to him if you don't at least pretend to have manners!" Justin snapped at her, wincing a little at his tone. Last time, it was him who had received that tone with all the anger.
Heidi snorted. "Fine, but I need a damn drink, waiter?!" she screamed.
"You have to go to the bar to get a drink, this isn't a restaurant," Liam interjected.
However, she just snorted again and a man actually came towards her. "Yes, miss?"
She smiled. "Yes, hello, can you bring us a round of shots please and I need a bottle of Miller Lite." she ordered, batting her eyelashes and crossing her legs.
The young waitress smiled. "Of course, is that all, miss?"
Her lips curled into a wider smile and as she bit down she scanned the waiter from head to toe. "Right now, but I might need something later."
I could see Liam about to explode because he raised a finger and said, "Actually, you can bring me the same thing. This is going to be a long night."
"Whoa, Liam, take it easy. You never drink this much!" Niall's eyes were wide.
I couldn't look at him because I wouldn't be able to withstand the intense gaze. It was piercing me as if it was trying to look into my soul or laser me into the ground to end my miserable existence.
"So, since you seem to be showing a certain interest in our Zayn, can you tell us why?" Liam began through gritted teeth, completely ignoring Niall. I could clearly see that he had to control himself so as not to run away.
"Oh! It's because the two of them had an argument about the cell phone the other day, which is why Justin seems to want to chop off Zayn's dick," Niall explained and I froze as he laughed to himself.
Shit. "Niall, that's enough!" I snapped at him, looking him angrily in the eyes.
"No, let him, Zayn. What did he tell you? How does he describe our little argument?" he snarled more in my direction with a smile on his lips, trying to get Niall to talk. His eyes showed curiosity. He probably assumed he had told Niall everything.
"Carry on, Niall, how did he explain our argument to you?" Justin now turned his full attention to Niall, who seemed a little intimidated. He looked at me as if he was asking me for permission.
Justin snorted. "Don't be afraid of Zayn's opinion," he looked at me with fire in his eyes. "He only barks, he doesn't bite."
Heidi snorted and crossed her arms while glaring at Liam, who had the exact same attitude. You could feel the sexual frustration between the two of them. There was still that fire burning, shrunk over time but still there.
"Oh damn it Niall, get out of it already!" Liam threw his arms in the air in annoyance. Which made the whole table jump, as he wasn't exactly quiet.
"You know what? Okay! Zayn said that Justin said some bullshit and then Zayn had to fire back at us because he's such a stupid hothead and then they argued on the cell phone, after which Zayn took out all his anger on us!" Niall took the last sip of his drink and stormed away from the table.
With my mouth open, I watched Niall walk to the bar while he left the table in silence, we were all pretty speechless. "I said bullshit, huh?" Justin asked with a raised eyebrow.
I shook my head. "It's not important, I'm done with it," I muttered to myself, pushing the food away from me. I had no appetite anymore anyway. My stomach turned at the thought of another lie of mine being exposed.
Liam didn't care anymore though because the waiter came back with the shots and the two beers. The first round went to Heidi, the second to Liam.
Heidi downed the first shot. "Damn, that's good!" and then she reached for the second one, Liam was right behind her, putting the first glass down just as she was about to down the second one.
"Oh, are you trying to show that you're not really a pussy? Although you actually have more pussy than a cat lady!" Heidi's eyes glittered with glee.
Liam stopped mid-sip and looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. "Do you have a few grams of coke? I brought some cash with me in case I run into you."
She grimaced and her jaw dropped a little. "Even if I did, I wouldn't sell you anything, because if you can't even get along with the dealer, how are you going to tolerate the drugs?"
His eyes lost the evil sparkle and guilt appeared in their place. "Heidi - "
"You know what, save it!" she raised her hand to stop him. "You make all those jokes based on stereotypes! My daddy may have been the head of a drug cartel but he's more of a man than you ever will be. Didn't you have a past that no one should know about? Don't you have a secret that should remain a secret? Mine was one that will never leave me, it will haunt me forever. So fuck you, Liam, with your stupid drug dealer jokes." she sighed as she stood up from her chair, throwing the napkin back on the table and grabbing her clutch as she stormed off.
Justin stared after her and then his eyes searched Liam's and he gave him the ugliest death glare he had ever seen. He looked like he was fighting with himself not to lunge at Liam instead of running after Heidi.
"She lied to you to protect you and all you're doing is annoying her. You son of a bitch!" and then Justin stormed off the table like two others before him.
Liam groaned. "Really elegant, Liam, really." Louis clapped his hands slowly and then said: "Come on Haz, let's get a drink too." Harry hadn't said anything the whole time, he just looked at everything and remained quiet, with a little nod he followed Louis who had already stood up.
Now it was just Liam and me, I felt nothing except this gnawing in my chest. I knew Justin was now even angrier than he already was when he came here. You could practically feel the anger rolling towards you in radar waves. Even through his mask, I could see his eyes blazing.
"Fuck." Liam said and rubbed his hand over his forehead and then to his nose, whereupon I sighed. "I-I... didn't mean it like that, Zayn. Fuck, I would never say something like that to her, I was just so angry."
"Then why did you say it?" asked him.
He sighed and let his forehead sink, causing it to crash onto the table. "Because even if she annoys me and pisses me off to the point where I could smash her against the wall, even if she always has something sarcastic to say, I can't help but let her into my thoughts over and over again..."
"What? What are you saying?"
"I still have these damn feelings for her, I thought if I got away from her they would go away and I could just move on. I thought if I kept myself busy I could keep my thoughts off her but there wasn't a single fucking moment where I didn't want to check my phone to see if she had texted or maybe even called. Even if the message had said 'Hey loser, Toy Story is still annoying!' it would be better than having no contact at all. Zayn, I have fallen so low for her and I haven't admitted it to myself this whole time. She is the most disrespectful, annoying, vulgar girl I have ever seen in my life. But she makes me feel alive. She doesn't treat me like a celebrity or a god, she treats me like a guy, a normal guy and I was so scared of that feeling but now - now I can't get enough of it." He let out a breath and straightened up again. "But she lied to me, Zayn, it really wasn't nice, it felt like something had burst. She hurt me so much, I know I sound like a shitty wanker but I want her so much. I want to forgive her, want to give her a second chance. But if she lied to me about her past, how can I be sure that she won't lie to me in the future too?" Sighing helplessly, he slumped down again, which made my heart clench because I understood everything he had said. I could empathize.
It's almost as if I were Heidi, she had lied to Liam, so much that he had to wrestle with himself to forgive her and she hadn't even cheated on him. Liam struggled with himself, whether he should forget his morals and his beliefs for once and just forgive her.
I had lied to Justin far more, so much more than Heidi had. And look at how Liam looked, he was still so hurt by what she had done. He didn't actually seem weak, he just let it out with me.
"I have to find her, I have to apologize. I'll even let Justin punch me in the face if it makes him feel better," he muttered and stood up from his chair.
I immediately followed suit. "As if I would let him even touch you!" I growled, Justin won't harm a hair on Liam's head.
Liam laughed lightly. "But the thing is, I deserve it, Zayn."
I shook my head, what he had done was an asshole move, but that didn't mean there was any need to resort to physical violence.
"She ran into the hallway, she's probably outside now smoking a cigarette."
I furrowed my brows. "She smokes?" asked, slightly astonished, well, because if so, then this girl is really the complete opposite of what he normally wants.
He grimaced and nodded, "Yeah, she does. Just like you."
I snorted. "I'm trying to quit, thank you very much!"
Liam rolled his eyes as we walked quickly through the entrance hall and followed a corridor that led us to a balcony that had a truly fantastic view of the city. Another, truly breathtaking view was of Heidi standing there and looking like she was either screaming or crying.
"That son of a bitch! Just because my father was a drug dealer doesn't mean that I would choose that path too! My father would kill me and Beck if we even thought about it! And besides, I'm nothing like my father!" Heidi screamed, gesticulating angrily as she walked back and forth.
Liam froze a little and bit his lip guiltily, I had no idea how he was going to get it under control again, but he hardly had any other choice.
"Heidi?" Liam cleared his throat.
"What?!" she whirled around, she had taken off the mask and you could see how red her eyes were, as if she had been crying.
But before Liam could say anything else, Justin strode towards him angrily, his index finger raised threateningly, his other hand clenched into a fist at his side. "You have some nerve showing up here, Payne."
Liam swallowed. "I know, but can I have a minute with Heidi? Please? Just the two of us? I understand if you say no," he said, looking at Heidi who was wiping her cheeks.
"So if - " Justin raised his fist but Heidi held his arm, then looked at him with a serious expression.
"Leave it, Justin. It's really high time we got this sorted out. And even if he should touch me, I can quickly kick him in the ass, but thank you." She grimaced at her best friend, who slowly lowered his fist.
Justin straightened his jacket and leaned towards Liam, automatically grabbing my husband's arm. "If you dare hurt her again, I'll kick you in the balls so hard that you'll be castrated," he growled.
I tugged at his arm and pulled him with me as Heidi rolled her eyes. "Keep him away from here, Malik. This is going to take a while and if anyone is going to shed blood, it's going to be me."
Then Justin's muscles relaxed in my grip and I was able to let go of him so that we could walk back to the hall together.
"Did you really have to hold me? I wouldn't have hit him..." I gave him an incredulous look and he had to add: "Not hard, anyway."
"Well, where do you want to go?" I asked.
"What makes you think we should go somewhere together?" he said dismissively.
Sighing, I replied, "Do we really have to do this now? On Halloween?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that required dates where the couple is mad at each other," he snapped back.
"Are you still mad at me? I thought we were done with this. I apologized!"
At a tremendous speed, he whirled towards me. "No, you didn't!"
I screamed in frustration. "Because you wouldn't let me! You wouldn't let me say a single word! You kept interrupting me to yell at me! Yes, I know I deserved this, but I deserve to have my say too!"
he grimaced at my outburst. "Fine, then start, Wifey."
My ears nearly fell off when I heard the word I had been wanting to hear all evening. Wifey. "I'm so fucking sorry, Justin. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I broke the pact and I deserve you to be mad at me. But can you please stop being mad at me?" I begged.
He gasped, his eyes widened and I could see it clearly despite the mask. I hated not being able to see his face completely. Especially at a time like this, I just couldn't take my eyes off him. All night, this mysterious man was Justin. All in black. And to top it off, his mask was black except for the pearls, but it was dying to rip off his face so I could see his expressions properly. He just looked so sexy. It was killing me.
"Why are you so desperate to stop being mad at you?" he asked instead of answering mine.
I sighed in frustration. "Can I say I missed you without sounding like a moron?"
He giggled. "You'll always sound like a moron when you're nice to me."
My lips curled up into a small smile and I felt better, finally he was teasing me again. "So is everything okay again?"
He hesitated. "I have one more question," he said.
Another sigh escaped me. "What kind?" I could well imagine it was a totally stupid question just to annoy me.
I leaned against the wall while he paced back and forth, clicking my tongue while I just watched him suspiciously. The tension was killing me, I wanted him to end it, that I had to pretend I knew exactly what he wanted to ask when in reality I had no idea.
Suddenly he strode towards me, stopping no more than four feet away. I looked at him cautiously, my heart pounding and my eyes rolling in mock annoyance.
"Come on, get it out!" I laughed, something I only did when I was nervous.
His eyes looked straight into mine. "Why didn't you sleep with her?" (Would it be okay if I went back into my myrtle state and haunted here because this whole thing is fucking hilarious?!)
The air left my lungs and I struggled to breathe for a moment as I nearly choked on my tongue. "W-what? Why do you want to know?" Why did he want these details? I didn't sleep with her, that's all he needed to know. I silently begged him to just let it drop.
He pursed his lips. "I just want to know why you didn't continue? I mean, the pact was already broken when you kissed her, so you could have carried on."
My heart skipped an unhealthy pace as his eyes bored into mine, trying to find the reason why I hadn't fucked the girl. I really didn't want to admit it, because the reason was actually pretty embarrassing. I giggled weakly and then, as he often did, a simple lie slipped out: "She threw up before we could continue." (why the fuck you lyin, why you always lyin, oh mz god, why you fookin lyin!?)
His brows furrowed and he wrinkled his nose. "Really? She threw up?" he asked, watching me closely as if he didn't believe me. I actually thought that sounded pretty convincing. (boohoo, him myrthe. You know what zayn? You're a bad guy, ill haunt you till the end of your life, okay? Okay. Bye)
I nodded vigorously. "Yeah, crazy, isn't it?" I shuddered a little to have the dramatic effect on my side.
He just mumbled absentmindedly and nodded slowly, as if he really didn't quite believe me. "Haha, it's just shit!" he burst out laughing. I couldn't help it and laughed too. Not because I found the situation particularly funny, but because his laughter was just so infectious, I loved it.
When our laughter slowly died down, I sighed with relief that I had convinced him. I knew that I had been lying the whole time, but he really didn't need to know this embarrassing reason.
"Well, I think I'll just have to believe you, since there are no witnesses," he shrugged and exhaled.
"However, the other day I called these three strippers, well more like their boss, and asked about every single dirty detail. And he told me what kind of objects they used. What your answers and reactions were. Every little detail, even the ones you don't necessarily want to be told." He mocked and my eyes widened. My heart was racing and my lungs felt like they were about to collapse while my knees could barely support me.
"They're just little whores!" They're liars!" I defended myself and the shame rolled over me and made me blush violently.
He shook his head. "Look, I think these three are more honest than you've ever been, Wifey. They may strip for money but they have this accountability thing, they have to tell their boss everything."
I took a hard breath, God no, that wasn't really happening. This just couldn't be happening, I would rather be thrown under the bus than face Justin's mocking eyes.
"I was told that somehow they never got a real reaction from you." he began as I closed my eyes in agony, wanting to sink into the ground.
"The girls said they tried every single trick, kink and routine and it still didn't happen. They told me that even when they touched your bare cock, it didn't get hard, not in the slightest." (Oh god, am I really going back into that wondering-what-am-doing-mode...) his lips were twisted into a smug grin and his eyes were sparkling.
I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of lava on me as every bit of heat I had left rose to my face and made me want to cower. I could hear his laughter and his whole body shook as I tried to hide my tomato cheeks. (Oh god my poor Zaynie... I feel so bad for him, don't you?! WHAT AM I DOING HERE?! It's almost four in the morning. Meh)
"She said your penis must be separated from your body because it never got hard." he quoted the strippers and I felt so exposed. Like Justin had ripped all my clothes off my body and everyone was seeing me, like every little dirty secret of mine was out there now.
"W-well, did they tell you that I didn't want to do this? That they forced me against my will?" I tried to talk my way out of it but I knew it was pointless. Any angry, frustrated and annoyed man would eventually be turned on by three women in lace lingerie. (HA GAAAAY)
Justin bit his lip. "So I think the reason you didn't sleep with the girl at the club is because -" he had moved closer to me and his chest was now touching mine, a pleasant shiver ran through my whole body, sending lightning bolts to my lower half. My heart sped up, beating so fast I thought it would explode. I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.
"That you just couldn't. You couldn't get it up when one whore was craving you. And not when three were." he growled in my ear and my cheeks burned so much.
Another flash of excitement shot through my veins.
"So I think the reason you couldn't get it up is because you want me. And only me, since I'm the only one who can turn you on." his hands wandered along the sides of my suit pants, making me breathe heavily and my little friend swell down there. (Did I really just use that expression -.-) I wanted him to do something, but he was just teasing me.
"Look who's interested now."
I gasped when he started kissing my neck, I had to hold onto the wall to avoid collapsing on the floor from sheer satisfaction. I moaned in agony when he found my sweet spot and he licked it. He was so right. Only he could make me feel like that. He made me melt under his lips, my knees go weak and only Justin could make me get an erection.
"What are you wearing?" he asked and I snorted quietly in frustration as he just gnawed on my earlobe with his teeth.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? What are you talking about?"
"I mean, who are you wearing? Versace? Calvin Klein?" he tugged lightly on my jacket.
I grinned. "Prada, why?"
His lips wandered back to my neck and I could hear him whispering. "They say the devil wears Prada." (Great movie, really... cliche, but great)
I ignored the lowkey insult and tugged at his waist, bending my head and finally wanting to kiss him. Sighing softly as he cupped my face. Our noses bumped against each other because of the shitty masks but I didn't care because I moved my hands up his back as I attacked his mouth again, rough and desperate. (I want to have someone like that too, where it doesn't matter if the kiss is "perfect" now or not, because with each other everything is perfect... well, maybe in a few thousand years... anyway... what did you have for lunch today? It's still half past three...)
He grinned against my mouth as he pushed me harder against the marble wall. I growled and that gave him the perfect opportunity to enter my mouth and caress my tongue. The longer the kiss went on, the more I moaned and the weaker my knees became.
He pulled away slightly. "I have a hotel room in the hotel, let's get out of here, wifey." he growled in my ear. When he took a quick bite, my eyes rolled back and I moaned again.
He gave me one last kiss and started to walk ahead of me so it didn't look like we were disappearing together.
(okay, I'm kind of looking forward to the next chapter when they hopefully wake up together... with maybe a little cuddling? Pouting)

Narrator:
-On the balcony-
"What do you want, Liam?" asked Heidi, her arms crossed and she started pacing back and forth again. She rubbed her arms as the cold October air sent shivers down her body, not wearing the strapless dress.
Liam sighed, slipped the jacket off his arms and draped it around her shoulders as she looked towards the New York City skyline. Even though she had lived here for over two years, she still couldn't get enough of it. She snorted and shook her shoulders
, causing the - rather expensive - jacket to fall to the floor.
"Just take it, Heidi, you're freezing," he sighed and bent down to press it directly into her hand.
She looked at the jacket and rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just ask my pimp for a sweater, I'm the daughter of a prostitute."
"W-what?" he stuttered, not quite believing his ears. He really couldn't tell at the moment whether Heidi was joking or being honest, but he never could with her. And that's what he liked about her, he loved not being able to see through her immediately.
Heidi just sighed, she had accidentally let another secret slip and the reaction from the boy she had developed quite strong feelings for was not what she had hoped for. "My mother was a prostitute, Liam. I never met her, but she was from Europe, my father was probably too eager once. She wanted to have an abortion, but our father paid for her to keep us. When we were born, she gave us straight to our father and ran off to Europe."
Liam found this thought horrible, how could someone be so cruel and not want to keep their own children. But Liam was pretty naive about that, he had never really had to go through hard times in his life. He had both parents who loved him, and two siblings who sometimes drove him crazy but he loved them anyway. "That - I'm sorry."
Heidi laughed weakly, which confused Liam. It always fascinated him how Heidi could just accept something like that. "You don't have to, our father always described her to us as a total bitch. Beck and are much better off without her."
Liam didn't know what to say. This girl was incredible, but terribly annoying at the same time. Now he knew what it meant when his father said: "You have to be careful with the pretty girls, they're always the dangerous ones." and now Liam had found his own dangerous girl, one who showed him to live differently. But also someone who took risks. Liam never did that, he always played by the rules, but he had also never taken a real chance in his life.
"I'm sorry for what I said, it was totally inappropriate and I really have to apologize." Liam cleared his throat at the end, he sounded so formal. He never just says "sorry" like most people did. When he apologized, he apologized properly.
Heidi shrugged and turned around. When she looked at him, her breath caught as she realized once again how great this man in front of her actually was.
"I'm sorry too, what I said was unacceptable. You have every right to be mad at me, every damn right." she let out a breath, God, that hurt. She had never let anyone get so close to her and this boy, this boy from One Direction, had actually fought his way into her heart.
Liam looked down at his shoes, uncomfortable, shuffling a little while Heidi bit her lip uncertainly.
"So I think that's settled then, Liam?" Heidi asked, her chest aching and tears burning in her eyes. She wasn't really one to cry but her heart was breaking.
Liam looked up, his own heart beginning to hurt as his eyes connected with hers. He was crazy about this girl but he couldn't even tell her.
He exhaled shakily and nodded. "I think so."
Heidi felt like he had just reached inside her and ripped out her heart and then stepped on it with his silly Italian dress shoes. Nodding, she turned her head to the side to reach for her mask and put it back on, but then she was suddenly turned around and two arms were wrapped around her.
Liam didn't know where the sudden confidence came from but he had his girl in his arms and he couldn't just let her run away like that.
Heidi looked up at him, raised her hand to touch the half mask and take it off. She threw his to the side and when she reached up to ask permission she could be heard hitting the floor. Then Liam's lips crashed onto hers.
The girl threw her arms around his neck and the kiss became more passionate, full of that frustration and lust.
Liam grabbed her by the waist to lift her up so that she could wrap her legs around his hips, smiling. He also laughed softly as she began to unbutton her shirt so she could just feel.

-*-

In the beginning
I never thought it would be you
When we were chillin
Smiling in the photo booth
But we got closer (yeah)
Till you were eating off my spoon

The song boomed through the whole Plaza Hotel. It plays at the beginning of new love, the rekindling of old love and the discovery of first love.
Justin and Zayn stumbled through the door of Justin's hotel room, immediately locking lips as they aggressively ripped each other's clothes off. The desire to be as close to each other as possible took over their every thought.
Justin ripped off his mask and Zayn threw his own to the floor as Justin threw himself back on the other, who kissed back almost as passionately as he did, caressing his husband's face and putting everything he felt into the kiss. (Normally sentences like that only come at the end of a dramatic Larry fanfic, when they finally get married after Harry has attempted suicide three times and Louis has been run over three times...)

Tonight we'll just get drunk
Disturb the peace
Bind your hands all over me
And then you bite your lip
Whisper and say, we're going all the way

Zayn ripped his tie from his neck as Justin struggled with his belt, he grinned as an idea came to him. Zayn took his tie and threw it around Justin's neck to pull him closer, their lips touching again and pressing together.
Justin shoved him backwards against the bed and he stumbled as the wooden frame hit the back of his knees, but then he let himself fall and pulled Justin with him. Neither of them cared as their lips crashed together again.

Tonight, take me to the other side
Sparks fly like the Fourth of July
Just take me to the other side
I see that sexy look in your eyes
And I know, we ain't friends anymore
If we walk down this road
We'll be lovers for show
So tonight kiss me like it's do or die

Zayn wrapped his arms and legs around his husband's body, something deep inside him awakening as his lips worked restlessly against the other's. Neither of them could hear the words in the song, but that didn't mean they didn't echo through the wall.
This night was different, anyone could attest to that.
Just a few floors below them, Liam brought a rather eager Heidi into their hotel room, her lips on his neck as he tried to get to the bedroom.
Heidi ruined his hair, which was perfectly styled, Liam's hands working on the zipper at the back of her dress. Liam had been trapped in his little depressed room for months since he'd lost his girl, but it felt so surreal every time her lips touched his. (Honestly, I don't like this het stuff... :/ I like Zustin better...) They collapsed
onto the plump mattress together, Liam on top of Heidi as they both tried to get rid of each other's clothes. They lost themselves in passion and desire. They put their problems and disagreements aside for the night, thanking their raging hormones and copious amounts of alcohol.
Liam pulled away briefly to look at the beautiful woman who had captured his heart, breathing heavily beneath him, trying to get him to finish what he had started.
"You are the most wonderful woman I have ever seen," he whispered and Heidi gasped before quickly casting her eyes down as the warm and sweet compliment hit her. That sentence only made her adore him even more.
Liam grabbed her chin, making her look into his eyes. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this, Heidi. I will make love to you like you deserve, my little bad girl." (stop... this is getting too kinky Oo.. Myrthe changes her mind... het stuff is good.)
Heidi's heart swelled and she pulled him down to her, pressed her lips to his and caressed his face as the sweetness of his words reached her. No more words were exchanged as they began to hastily undress each other. The desire for bare skin was back and took over completely.

Tonight, take me to the other side
Sparks fly like the Fourth of July
Just take me to the other side
I see that sexy look in your eyes
And I know, we ain't friends anymore

Zayn stroked Justin's hips as he attacked his mouth, running his hands over the soft skin and rubbing himself against him as if his whole life, his whole existence depended on it. Zayn had never felt more alive than here and now with his husband.
Zayn cursed himself for even trying to feel that amazing sensation with someone else. Because only that one person could make fireworks happen when their lips touched his.

Take me to the other side
(Whoa)
And take me to the other side
(Whoa)
kiss me like it's do or die
(Whoa)
And take me to the other side

Justin ripped Zayn's shirt off as they continued to make out, exchanging spit and ruffling each other's hair. Justin's hands were on his wifey's favorite place. A place where he would be as the night wore on. A place that connected not only their bodies, but their hearts, desires, and maybe, just maybe, their souls. His ass