Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 49

Zayn

I actually wanted to go back to sleep because something told me it was too early for me to wake up but my eyelids just wouldn't stay closed, not even when I threatened to get stitches. My lips were curled into a small smile as I sighed sleepily and snuggled back into the sheets to drift back to sleep.
But to no avail. My body has a mind of its own when it comes to waking up.
My eyes fluttered open and I was confronted with a fairly awake Justin. His eyes were soft, his lips also curled into a small smile, his arms folded behind his head as our eyes met. He flinched slightly when he realized I was awake.
His cheeks flushed and he looked away, while I couldn't help the smile that tried to creep across my face when he looked back at me. His grin slowly grew wider too, his eyes darkening as they shot to my lips.
I leaned forward and his eyes fluttered closed, mine immediately following as the light pressure of his lips on mine sent an electric shock through my entire body and I instinctively put my arms around his neck.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me on top of him, placing small kisses on my lips as I placed my hands on his chest to support myself, and he helped me by placing his hands on my lower back. We were both still naked from last night, but neither of us had any intention of making this anything sexual.
When he pulled away, he murmured, "Been waiting for hours for this, Wifey." There was something strange in his eyes, but I just grinned.
"Next time, take a picture you can kiss while in a coma," I replied as I leaned forward again to be kissed. I heard his soft laugh, but he also stretched slightly toward me.
"Whoa, damn! I guess I wasn't the only one who got fucked yesterday!" someone chirped, and I rolled off Justin, almost falling off the bed in panic.
Justin just laughed. "So Payne finally took the plunge? Or was it you, Heidi?"
I sighed in relief when I realized it was just Heidi and none of the guys. My heart was still pounding against my chest from the small panic attack. When I looked up, I saw Heidi wearing jeans, stilettos and a leather jacket with an oversized sweater underneath and a purple beanie on her brown hair that looked way too big for her head. She looked a little like a dwarf.
"You can come out of hiding now, Zayn." Heidi teased with a big smile. "I actually just came to see how Justin was doing, but he's probably more than fine." she winked.
"Is Liam at the door? Shit." I mumbled and started looking for my boxers.
"Oh, no! He's waiting for me downstairs. I told him to get something from Starbucks while I make sure Justin is okay. Oh, and cancel your plans, Liam and I are going on a date today!" she yelled a little and Justin beamed.
"That's wonderful!" he said, happy for Heidi, and my lips also twisted into a huge smile. Liam was finally going out with the girl he had been crushing on for months.
"He also asked if there was any chance that you were here with Justin -" she saw the horror in my eyes and then shook her head quickly. "But don't worry, I won't tell him that you're celebrating your honeymoon here, I'll just tell him that you crashed here last night because you couldn't find the other guys. And that's actually true, you kind of crashed here." Heidi's eyes sparkled and I sighed gratefully.
Justin giggled, but then his face wrinkled. (Wait a moment xD a Justin accordion?) "That means you can't go to the game with me today?"
Heidi sighed quietly and nodded. "But I swear, I owe you one! You can take Zayn with you! Liam told me that today was a day off. Louis, Harry and Niall are in Central Park or something, Liam is going out with me and you can have the day to yourselves." she winked at both of us.
My breath caught and my heart started racing again as Heidi sauntered towards the door. "Have a great day, boys! Because I will!" she called before hopping out the door.
When the door was closed, Justin stood up and normally I would feel weird seeing a man naked, but here... well, here I had seen it all. And here I didn't feel bad at all when it came to my body. I followed his example and reached for my suit pants.
"Wait, you don't think I'm going to let myself be seen with you in these clothes?!" Justin asked, unzipping his suitcase with an eyebrow raised.
I turned my face and growled. "Oh, what am I supposed to wear then? I can't pull clothes out of my ass, Einstein."
His lips curled into a smile. "You can wear my clothes, Wifey."
My eyebrows shot up so fast I was sure they were catapulted away. "What? I have a completely different style than you. I'm not wearing your stuff."
He snorted, insulted. "What's that supposed to mean?!"
"It wasn't an insult, I was just making a point, Justin. You dress like you and I dress like me."
He rolled his eyes and dug through his suitcase. "Style won't matter today anyway, because we're going somewhere where everyone wears the same thing."
I watched him cautiously as he searched through his disorganized suitcase. "Where are we going?"
He looked at me and then threw a shirt at my head. When I took a closer look, I saw that it was a pinstripe button-down shirt with a logo that looked very familiar.
"A Yankee game." he replied with a smile and tossed me a pair of black pants.

-*-

We were almost finished and could actually leave, but my hair didn't want to do what I wanted. It was sticking out in all directions and I couldn't fix it, which Justin noticed too.
He came to stand behind me and watched me through the mirror as I tried in vain to brush my hair in a particular direction, but the strands immediately snapped back. Growling, I repeated the gesture, while Justin's eyes only glittered with amusement.
With his arms crossed, he giggled. "Nice hair, wifey."
I gave him the middle finger, growling when my hair didn't stay in place. Justin just reached for the hair gel. "Let me do it."
"Just go ahead, it'll be fine." I said as he dipped his fingers into the gel, ignoring me.
"Turn around, look at me."
I did as he said and rolled my eyes, I was about to reply that it didn't matter but he interrupted me.
"Just be quiet and let me do my magic." then he raised his hands and I just looked into his face as he concentrated on doing something with my hair.
My stomach lurched. We were so close. His eyes were focused on my bird's nest of hair, his fingers carefully running through the strands and his lips were pursed. I never really noticed how fucking wonderful he was, his cheekbones seemed to be carved by gods, lips were full, jawbone defined and I just wanted to put my lips there. There was a bit of frustration in his eyes but he didn't give up and kept going.
My heart was beating so fast as his breath hit my face and I couldn't help but lick my lips unnoticed as he bit his lip, concentrating on the work of his hands.
Then he pulled back and examined his work with a proud smile. "Done."
I turned around and was shocked to see that my hair looked really good. He was right about the magic, he really did have magical hands. But I already knew that. Only he could make me feel so special and only he could get these strong reactions from my body.
I smiled and turned to him to suddenly kiss his cheek. He seemed slightly confused by this small gesture of affection, but just shrugged his shoulders to come out of the trance I had put him in. I was a little shocked at myself, I had never thought of myself as someone who would give such spontaneous caresses.
"I told you, I have magic hands." The grin returned to his face.
I turned to him and pushed him out of the bathroom, grabbed my jacket and purred, "I knew that, Justin." before pushing him all the way out into the hallway.
"What's the rush, Wifey? The game doesn't start for a few hours," he asked with an amused grin.
I fake gasped and hit him lightly on the chest. "So you're not going to take me out to lunch?"
Justin rolled his eyes and patted his pocket. "Took every penny I could find, Wifey, just for your fat ass."
I snorted and started walking. "Good, because I'm going to bankrupt you. Haven't eaten since last night."
He followed me, grabbed the hotel key from the table next to the door. "I think you would have survived somehow with a certain liquid." and then he grabbed my ass and started running down the hall while I gasped in shock but then a challenging grin formed. Then I ran after Justin who fled to the elevator, which was not in use at the moment. But then he turned and ran to the stairs, which made me raise an eyebrow but did not deter him. Leaving a few outraged maids behind, I chased Justin down the stairwell of the expensive hotel.

-*-
The yellow taxi stopped in front of a restaurant called Bar Americain, which looked pretty classic but still felt comfortable and inviting. I liked the feeling I got when I walked in with Justin, they seemed to recognize Justin there because they automatically led him to a table.
"Here you sit, Mr. Bieber and his companion." The man bowed his head respectfully and placed two menus in front of us as we sat down.
"Can I get you something to drink?" the waitress asked us.
"Yes, I would like a Coke." Justin said and the eager waitress wrote it down and then looked at me.
"I'll have the same, thanks." I said with a smile, which I got back and then she was off to bring us the drinks.
"You seem to come here often?" I commented with a grin as Justin glanced over the cart.
He looked up and grinned back. "That's right, it's my restaurant too."
My eyes almost popped out of my head. "YOUR restaurant? So you own it?"
He nodded. "I bought it a few months ago because the previous owner wanted to sell it. But it was my favorite restaurant in all of New York and I didn't want to see it owned by someone else who would probably have remodeled everything. So I invested a little. But please, you don't have to tell everyone that."
I was surprised. This man was so charitable. I joked the whole time about how self-centered he was, but he really wasn't. He had a huge heart and you could see how people appreciated that about him. "You don't want people to know that you could be the next Donald Trump?" I joked.
He threw his head back and laughed. "I may have more real estate than normal people, but I'm not turning into a reality tycoon."
I giggled and he leaned toward me. "What do you think of the place?" his eyes told me he wanted me to like it, he wanted me to like it, and this time not anyone else, just me.
I looked up into his intense and curious gaze and then answered with complete honesty. "It's incredible."
His eyes showed something satisfied and he leaned forward a little more, squeezed my hand for a brief second and then backed away to continue studying his menu.
My hand was frozen in place as the warmth spread throughout my body and the spot where he touched me tingled slightly. I felt somehow completely dazed because this whole thing was so much like a date but I wasn't even nervous because it was just Justin in front of me.
"Hello, gentlemen, can I get you something from the menu?" the young, bright waitress interrupted our silence.
Justin looked up and smiled. "Yes, can I have a bacon cheeseburger with fries and one of those new Caesar salads?"
The girl scribbled his order on her notepad and then turned to me, her eyes sparkling with interest. She licked her lips - totally discreetly of course - and put a hand on her hip as she scanned me up and down.
I felt a little weird and this overly interested waitress stopped me from placing my order. "I'd like marinated ribs, with sweet potatoes and also a Caesar salad."
She bit her lip but I noticed she hadn't written down my order. Somehow I thought she would at least write it down and then leave, but apparently she was just going to stop there.
"All written down?" Justin interjected, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at her with an annoyed look.
She seemed to snap out of her trance. "Ribs and fries, right?"
I sighed. "No, I wanted sweet potatoes."
She blushed but wrote it down this time. "Good choice, sir, sweet and juicy, just the way I like it." and then she was gone, but not after winking at me.
Justin growled. "Bitch," he muttered.
"Did you just insult one of your employees?" I laughed.
"She's not going to be my employee for much longer."
"You're not going to fire her, are you? She didn't really do anything wrong, she was just flirting a little," I said, eyes widening.
"Which is completely unprofessional," he snorted. "And she probably had no idea who I was."
"I think she knows you're Justin Bieber," I assured, rolling my eyes.
He shook his head. "No, I mean that I'm her boss."
My lips quietly formed an O. "Maybe she's new here? Just leave it, if she tries something again we can just embarrass her even more, okay?" I tried to calm him down.
His lips immediately formed a grin, but before he could answer the waitress came with our glasses. So he just winked at me briefly, which made the warmth flow through my veins again.
"Here you go, cutie." she said with a smile as she put the Coke in front of me.
When she put the glass in front of Justin, she left it uncommented, which made him gritted his teeth. "No compliment for me? Or am I not good-looking enough for you?"
The waitress flinched. "No, you are good-looking, but - just Zayn Malik... I mean..." she sighed dreamily and smiled at me.
I laughed stiffly. "Can you just bring us what we ordered? Justin Bieber and I have a long day ahead of us." I interrupted, trying not to burst out laughing when I saw Justin's face.
She flinched slightly. "Sure, Zayn."
"Who says you can call me by my first name? I didn't know we were friends. So it's Mr. Malik for you." I snorted, sending her away.
"O-oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Malik," she stammered and stormed off.
I couldn't help but laugh, but apparently I was the only one who found it funny because Justin just sat there looking at me with his lips pursed.
"What? What have I done now?!"
He nodded slightly. "It's Mr. Bieber to everyone but me."
Ignoring the fluttering in my chest, I replied. "Nobody should know that, Justin Malik."
"Hell will have to freeze over before I take that name!"
I looked at him, somewhat offended. "And why?!"
He looked at me like I was growing a second head. "Look like a member of Al Qaeda?!"
I glared at him. "And look like a little white boy?"
He grinned. "You sound like one, British boy."
I couldn't reply as the girl came back with our steaming plates filled with delicious things.
"Here you go, gentlemen. I hope you don't have too many problems with your ribs, Mr. Malik." Another wink was thrown at me and then she was gone before any of us could bite back.
"She's got to be kidding me," Justin mumbled, but then reached for his burger and dug his teeth into it while I almost choked on one of the ribs as I laughed.

-*-

I wiped up the last bit of barbecue sauce and ate the last of the potatoes while Justin shoved the last of the lettuce leaves into his mouth and sighed softly at how delicious it was. I absently licked my lips, losing myself in his movements as he enjoyed the last bits of his lunch.
"Are you finished?" asked the nameless, provocative waitress as I began to lick my fingers that were still covered in sauce. Then she smiled. "So you're not one of the serviette users, huh? You like cleaning up the mess you made with your tongue? That's kind of hot."
I almost choked as Justin dropped his fork and you could hear the metal hitting the china. "Yes, we're almost done here, can I speak to your manager please? Now?" Justin spat at her, anger flaring in his eyes, just a little bit showing that he was a little amused.
The girl looked at him a little fearfully. "Sure, I'll get him."
Justin mumbled something to himself as he looked at him. "Justin," I warned.
"What?!" he demanded.
"What are you doing? Are you going to tell on her?"
Justin snorted. "I just want to show her who's boss."
I found myself getting turned on by angry Justin, the way he cracked his knuckles and clenched his jaw. He was fucking sexy. I loved the way his eyes darkened when he got angry and you'd think he was jealous.
"Are you... jealous, Justin?" teased with a grin.
He turned around and growled. "I'm not jealous, that girl could lean over and try to give you a blowjob and know it wouldn't do her any good," he hinted at what he had found out last night. "I'm just showing her that I'm her boss and that I have to respect myself and my guests."
I was a little disappointed when he said guests, but my little bubble had already burst when he said he wasn't jealous. He was so full of confidence now that he knew that only he could turn me on.
The waitress came back with a man who looked about thirty, he was clean shaven and his hair was slicked back, all combined with a nice suit.
"Justin! How are you?! I didn't know you were coming today!" the man greeted Justin and reached for his hand. Justin shook it with a smile and nodded. "Who's your friend?" the man asked, looking at me curiously.
"Oh, this is my really good friend, Zayn. Zayn, this is Marshall, the manager." Justin immediately introduced us.
Marshall leaned over and reached for my hand to shake it. "Nice to meet you Zayn, I guess you'll be at the game this afternoon? Lucky you guys, I'd die to be on a private balcony at a Yankee game." He deduced that I was wearing that pinstripe Yankee shirt while Justin was wearing a snapback with the logo. Justin
laughed. "Of course we will, we should be leaving soon too. But I wanted to know, who is this new waitress? I didn't know about her contract."
Marshall shook his head. "No you don't, but remember how I told you that Maribel had her baby? Well, we were looking for someone to take her place in the meantime and that was just one of the interns."
Justin nodded. "Could she maybe introduce herself to me?"
Marshall's eyes flew to the girl in a flash. "You didn't introduce yourself to a guest? Especially when this customer is the owner of this restaurant?"
"Owner?" she asked, looking confused.
Justin smiled and held out his hand. "Justin Bieber, owner of this nice establishment, Bar Americain."
Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she robotically moved her arm forward to grab his hand. "Jasmine, it's a pleasure to meet you. But I had no idea that..."
Justin just laughed. "Almost nobody knows that, and I'd prefer to keep it that way. Now, though, I'll tell you something. If my good friend Mr. Malik here hadn't said something..." he nodded in my direction, but I remained silent.
"...I would have fired you now." he finished his sentence like a boss and I had to bite my tongue really hard to stop myself from crawling across the table, biting his ear and then whispering: "So bossy, Mr. Bieber, how about if you bossed me around like that too?"
"You would have fired me?" the girl stammered.
Justin sighed. "The emphasis is on if and would have, darling." There was that something sparkling in his eyes again that told me he wanted to burst out laughing. The
corners of my mouth turned up. "But he won't. Well, I think we should go now, Justin. I'll pay."
The manager stepped in briefly and shook his head. "Jasmin will pay for this. It will be deducted from her wages."
Jasmin opened her mouth and wanted to protest. "You're lucky to still have a job, so I suggest you don't complain."
I just shrugged, not really caring who paid, but Justin seemed satisfied and the manager went back to the private rooms with Jasmin.
Then Justin finally burst out laughing and almost fell off his chair, while I couldn't help but laugh quietly too.
Justin stood up, still laughing, and I followed him. I tried to breathe normally, but now I was slowly getting carried away and soon I was laughing until I cried.
We threw open the glass doors, ran through the streets of Manhattan laughing and held on to each other.
"That was the funniest date I've ever had!" he said at some point and I had to smile at his words.
"Are we going to the game or not? To be honest, I don't understand baseball at all," I asked, wiping the tears from my cheeks.
He grinned. "Of course! It starts in half an hour, we should really get there soon." and then he called for a taxi.

-*-

We couldn't get out in front of the stadium because of the many fans, so Justin told the taxi driver to take us to the VIP entrance, since Justin had his own balcony.
When we reached the entrance, Justin just had to show his tickets and people nodded at us for permission to go in. My eyes widened as we entered the stadium.
Justin was absolutely right when he said that everyone would be wearing the exact same thing, I saw about five guys wearing the same shirt as me and about six rocking the hat that Justin had put on backwards. I guess the New York Yankees are pretty famous around here. (no shit sherlock)
We rode the escalator to the top and Justin, who was in a bit of a hurry, grabbed my hand and started jogging to get to the top faster. I had a little trouble keeping up and trying not to trip over the moving stairs but when we got to the top I gasped at the view.
The field was green, I mean the grass there was the greenest I've ever seen. And there were so many people in the stands.
Justin tugged on my hand and I almost fell over. "Come on, Wifey, the view is much better when we're up at our seats."
I looked over at him, not caring that I was holding his hand, and then he began to lead me to his private little balcony. (Oh em gee, I see it coming....)
We soon reached what looked like a hotel room door and Justin showed the clerk his passport or ticket so she could hold the door open for us. I had no idea how these baseball stadiums handled it.
"Do you need anything, Mr. Bieber?" the clerk asked.
He shook his head. "No, we don't need anything, we just had lunch, thanks."
She smiled and nodded. "Enjoy the game, gentlemen." and then I heard her lock the door.
I didn't really care, but I still walked to the glass panel through which you could look into the stadium. And it didn't just show the entire stadium, no, you could also see all the small houses around it and the streets. I could see the players standing by the dugout down at the edge of the field. And then I realized that it was just Justin and me.
I sat down on one of the sofas that would give me the best view of the game, my eyes just feasting on the beauty of the stadium. Now I could understand why Americans loved baseball so much, I didn't like the sport, or even the Yankees, but this feeling here, this atmosphere, the cheering of the fans...
I felt like I was part of New York. I couldn't describe it, but it was awesome. I loved this new experience, I would never actually be in a stadium like this if it weren't for Justin.
"Do you like the view, wifey? Cost me a little change," he purred as he sat down next to me and put his arm around me.
"Nothing you couldn't afford, Bieber. And it was so worth it," I whispered, still looking out at the beautiful New York day. This room was apparently heated, you could feel it. I could well understand why Justin would pay for something like that. I would die to see a special event from that perspective.
The game seemed to start because a tune was playing and you could see everyone getting ready to sing along to America's national anthem, which I couldn't sing by the way. But why would I? I don't belong to this country. (SHUT UP! XD You do, you're married you idiot! XDD)
When the girl finished the song, the people erupted into loud cheers, louder than even I had ever experienced. Then the Yankee players started jogging onto the field while I sat back down on the couch.
The announcer started calling out the Texas Rangers - whoever the fuck they were - and you could hear the Yankee fans booing them.
Justin sat down next to me, put his arm around me again, which I only noticed in passing, but somehow wanted to scoot over to him so I could feel his body.
As the game continued into the second half, I felt Justin's body heat and I couldn't figure out how we got so close, but our hips touched as Justin watched the scene below relatively emotionlessly.
I found myself scooting closer to him, kind of snuggling up to him but also kind of not. I didn't want to come across as one of those guys who always wanted to cuddle, because I wasn't really like that. But Justin brought out parts of me that I didn't even understand.
I'd never felt the need to wrap my arms around a person to hold them close and cuddle. I'd never wanted to have a head in my lap just so I could play with their hair while we talked about nothing and nothing.
I was never a romantic, everyone could see that, but when it came to Justin, God, I always felt so girly, sweet and fluffy, but still filled with lust.
I felt his teeth on my ear and his lips placing kisses under my earlobe as I sighed happily, moving my head to give him more access.
He gently placed my hand under my jaw and lifted it up to caress it with his lips.
"What are you doing? Don't you want to watch the game anymore?" I gasped and as he let his lips wander further up again I closed my eyes and dug my hands into the arm of the couch.
He laughed softly against my skin. "Screw the game, it will be shown again later," he muttered and let his fingers slide over my hips. He slowly crouched over me and continued to work on my neck as I threw my head back and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"Then why did we even come if you only wanted sex anyway? Couldn't we have just stayed in the hotel room?" I whispered and flicked the hat off his head.
"To miss the opportunity to have sex on a stadium balcony? Never," he purred as my eyes rolled back and my hands dug into his ass.
"Then why did you want me to wear that silly shirt?" I growled, a moan escaping me as he sucked on my neck. Then his hands wandered to the buttons of the shirt and began to slowly undo them, looking down at me with dark eyes and a sexy grin.
"Easier access." and then he undid the last button, exposing the skin to him, kissing my collarbone tenderly as I gasped and my hands dug into his shirt, signaling him to take his own shirt off.
"You're driving me crazy, Wifey, crazier than anyone ever has." then he bit my shoulder and I gasped as he ran his hands down to unbutton my rather tight pants.
My fingernails dug into his back and I leaned up to kiss his shoulder and murmur. "You make me so incredibly hot, Justin."
He pulled away briefly, looking down at me, eyes sparkling and lips swollen.
"I'm going to give you the best you've ever had, Wifey. Because that's what you're doing to me, the best I've ever had."
I wrapped my arms around him again, my heart pounding wildly, something it always did when Justin was around. I couldn't quite understand it, but I didn't want to think about it.
I leaned forward, touching his lips with mine, igniting the lightning that shot through my entire body.
"You already have, Justin. You give me nothing but the best. Always." Then his lips crashed onto mine and I was lost in the warmth, lust and passion that was felt in the kiss. I could think of nothing else but Justin, Justin, Justin. His lips, his cock, his shitty smile and how he made me feel.
He pushed me back so I was lying on the couch and he could have my body in front of him so he could make me moan, growl, sigh and scream. When he leaned down and connected our lips again, I thrust my pelvis towards him and his hands were already working on my pants, which were now really unbearably tight.
Fireworks were going off in my body, my breathing was fast and ragged and my brain was trying to process it all somehow. As if there was somehow more going on here than just sex.
But that couldn't be. There was no way I could have anything going on with Justin other than sex.
That's how it was. We fucked, slept together, made out and had sex. But we never, ever made love.
I opened my eyes and saw Justin looking at me, his eyes filled with so many complicated, present emotions that scared me. I was scared of what I was feeling. I didn't even know how to sort out my feelings. All I knew at that moment was that Justin would make me feel absolutely incredible.
For a moment, as I thought about what it would be like if we really made love, my body started to glow and my heart felt like it was being put back together. That with every single kiss, every touch, my broken heart and demolished soul would be sewn back together. With his comments, his grin, his laughter, his wit, the cheekiness and smugness that he possessed and with his own two hands. And I didn't feel quite so broken anymore.
And that still scared me, it just couldn't be.


Narrator:
Liam and Heidi walked side by side through the crowded streets of New York. They had just come from a nice bistro that Liam had suggested and then they decided to take a walk to Central Park. There they would meet the other three guys, since Zayn was out with Justin after they had eaten lunch.
Neither of them knew if they were now a couple. Yes, they had slept together, but strangers also slept together. That's where the term one night stand came from.
Liam had invited her to lunch because he simply wanted to take her out. He had wanted to invite his flame on a date for a long time. He just wanted some time just for the two of them, without the guys, without Justin.
And where better than New York City? He knew the place well enough and Heidi lived here because she was now going to graduate from Julliard. She had taken a break from school because she had the chance to dance on Justin's tour.
Liam and Heidi had both enjoyed the little date, they talked a lot, laughed together and teased each other. Liam was so glad that things hadn't gotten awkward between them. He had been afraid that there would be awkward silences or worse, that she might still be mad at him.
Heidi, for one, was a little confused. She had no idea if he was just taking her out out of politeness - as a thank you for the sex. She had never had a boy like Liam who was polite to her, she had expected him to just get up and leave, like many before him.
Liam was afraid of doing something wrong here. He didn't know if he should put his arm around her, ask her for a second date or maybe kiss her? He was a little at a loss here, he had had a few girlfriends before, but none like Heidi.
They both forced smiles as they were both having somewhat panicked thoughts. Then Liam thought to himself, fuck it. He knew what he wanted and that was her.
His hand was right next to hers as they walked, he hadn't moved it much to hold her because he knew if he did hold her, things would be completely different. But in that moment, it was exactly what he wanted.
Heidi could feel his fingers trying to intertwine with hers and she felt the flutter in her chest and the butterflies in her stomach. She let him link their hands and then gave his ice cold hand a light squeeze.
He hoped she knew that he, Liam Payne, was serious about her. And Heidi got the message and she paused, Liam with her. Her eyes were filled with confusion but she smiled weakly.
"We're in New York, Liam. We might be photographed together, are you sure you want that?" Heidi asked, loosening her grip in case he changed his mind.
Liam immediately pulled her to him by the waist, leaned forward and kissed her, he could already hear the paparazzi taking photos. With him and his girl. Heidi smiled into the kiss and then pulled the snapback off his head to put it on herself, on top of the beanie. Liam laughed, tried to reach for it, but then he just kissed her on the cheek. Heidi giggled
, pulled away from him and he smiled. "Does that answer your question, Heidi?"
And it did.

-*-

Zayn

During the taxi ride to the hotel, there was silence between the two of them, but this beautiful and comfortable silence. There was no tension to be felt or anything. But I found myself trying to analyze what had happened there on the private balcony. I knew it was only supposed to be sex, but for a brief moment, it had felt like something else, more.
Much more.
I could still feel his hands on every single inch of my body, and in such cliché movies, you would have seen the two partners' hands connecting at some point. But not with us, I had made sure to keep my hand to myself. But apparently, it had something else in mind and at some point it rested on Justin's, which made my heart stop. I just couldn't believe how such a small single touch could have such an effect on a person. I just didn't understand it. Not at all.
I scared myself with these thoughts, the thoughts that made my heart race so fast that it felt like it would burst at some point. The thoughts that would normally make me ignore the person who planted them in me.
God, I could be so melodramatic, I could pack my whole life into a soap opera with my habit of exaggerating everything. I hated it, it just stressed me out.
Justin dropped me off at my hotel since he knew mine was closer, his was across town.
"Where are you next?" he asked as we got out of the car.
"What are you doing?" I asked, wasn't he just dropping me off?
Justin grinned. "I'm walking you to your front door, Wifey. It's that gentlemanly thing I do." His eyes glittered with the smugness that always made me want to slap him.
I rolled my eyes and started walking up the stairs to the hotel, it was called The Four Seasons. He followed me silently as I walked through the glass doors and toward the elevator.
"Why are you in such a hurry? It's only eight o'clock," he asked with a grin as the elevator doors closed, leaving us in silence until we reached the twelfth floor.
I shrugged. "I'm tired and I still have to pack because we're flying to Minnesota tomorrow."
"Ah, back to work, huh? Me too, except I'm not flying to Connecticut until tomorrow evening," Justin replied, even though I hadn't asked.
I nodded and when the bell sounded to show we were there, I turned to him and waved, pathetic as I was. "I think I can get to the door without getting killed."
Justin ignored me and walked out of the elevator before the doors closed and I practically ran after him.
He waited for me since I couldn't remember exactly where my room was but then I turned left and walked down the rather narrow hallway where there were maybe ten rooms on each side. The walls were beige and the hotel wasn't exactly four stars like the Plaza, but it would be fine for the night.
When we reached my room, 1227, I pulled out my room key, Justin was just waiting, leaning against the door frame as I fumbled around in my jacket pocket for it. When I found the card, I used it to open the door.
I turned around and saw Justin with a serious look on his face, which made me smile a little. He smiled back tentatively.
Then he came towards me as I had already opened the door and he pushed me into the room and pressed his lips to mine without warning me or anything. He kicked the door shut with his foot, cupping my face with his big, soft hands that I loved so much.
I kissed him back feverishly, fighting for dominance, feeling the familiar lightning ignite and grabbing his hips as he pushed me against the wall. His lips almost hurt me with the intensity and hunger that lay in the kiss.
When he pulled away from me, breathing heavily, he still held my face between his hands and I sagged a little. That's just how he was, he could steal all my strength from me with just one kiss.
His breath brushed against my skin. "I had a really great day, Wifey," he whispered.
I laughed softly. "Me too, Justin."
That unknown something glittered in his eyes again. "We'll see each other again soon."
My eyebrows furrowed and my body started to tingle. "How do you know?"
He smiled sadly. "Because I talked to Alan and he told me that the annulment would be signed before New Year's Eve."
I felt like a bucket of water was being dumped on me. "W-what?"
He leaned in to kiss me and smiled. "Let's just enjoy the rest of the month, okay?"
I couldn't speak, but I nodded and he made a move to open the door, but before he left he said,
"I hope that makes up for the one goodbye kiss I didn't give you."
And then he left me speechless and motionless.