Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 50

Zayn

The second week of November had just started and the month seemed to fly by. The days felt like minutes and the hours like seconds. I couldn't believe how the days seemed to be getting shorter and shorter. I also couldn't comprehend that Christmas would soon be here, that in a few weeks I would be back in London.
Alone.
Well, I was technically still single, but not legally. I was still married to Justin and he was still married to me. I never thought we would be married by the holidays. I had hoped the annulment would go through in a month or so but I guess these things take time.
And now the thought of the annulment made my stomach clench, I hated thinking about the events that were coming up in December.
I couldn't get that damn goodbye kiss out of my head. So he knew he hadn't kissed me when he left my house in London. He must have forgotten or something but I didn't care anymore anyway because the kiss he left me with in the hotel had made me melt in his hands right then and there. It was fucking hot the way he had pushed me against the wall like that.
His last words hadn't just been bye, they had been see you soon so he wasn't just going to disappear. He wasn't going to ignore me until we had to agree on the date of the annulment. And I asked myself if we would meet again until the time came.
I had no idea because I hardly had time to really talk to him because with the announcement of our latest album, Midnight Memories, our schedule was jam-packed with places we had to be. So since we were constantly on the go, I could hardly even catch my breath because we were being driven somewhere new every two minutes.
Whether it was a photo shoot or an interview, just one of our promotional events to get our new album into the charts. The whole thing was organized by management of course, we knew that our fans would buy the album anyway because they were loyal and devoted.
And to top it all off, Justin was making a new documentary about himself. I couldn't have missed it because of Niall's fangirling, who kept talking about the sequel to Justin's Never Say Never film. To be honest, I laughed a little about him making another film, because we had already seen his life two years before, but he had changed too.
I was the one who could say that. Some people hit puberty but Justin beat the shit of it. You could hardly recognize him anymore, neither by his voice nor his looks. I was quite glad that he had gotten older, his body, his style, his voice, my stomach kind of fluttered when I remembered his voice.
No one would think he was a provocative little asshole who could talk a lot just by looking at his boy next door look, but I knew what a sharp tongue the guy had. And smugness filled me as I thought that I was probably the only one sleeping with him right now. I was the one called Mrs. Bieber here, as unmanly and teasing as that nickname was meant to be, it was a title that millions of girls would love to have.
My lip twitched a little at the realization and somehow I missed being called Wifey now. I missed Justin, he was somewhere in the Midwest of America and I was on the fucking West Coast. Just great.
"Hey Zayn! There's a package for you!" Liam sang as he walked into my hotel room and it was barely an hour before we had to leave for a magazine party dinner.
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, somehow expecting him to give me the package, but his hands were empty. "Where is it?"
Liam bit his lip and shrugged. "It's up front by the counter, they wouldn't give it to me, there were special instructions that they should give it to you and only you." He rolled his eyes. "Did you order something or are you expecting something?"
I frowned but played along. "Yeah, I just somehow forgot, it's been a while since I ordered it." I lied quickly and didn't even hesitate as I got up from the bed. "
You should get it now, we're leaving in an hour and otherwise you'll forget it tomorrow morning when we fly on." Liam suggested with a small grimace.
I shrugged, I was already dressed for the stupid and boring dinner party so I might as well find out what it was now before I died of boredom at the party. "I'll be right back," I called over my shoulder before I left the room, leaving Liam behind, zapping through the TV.
I closed the door behind me and started to stroll down the hall. It was Saturday night so most of the guests were out and I appreciated the quiet. During the day there were lots of people running and screaming outside the rooms and since the hotel had an indoor pool there were lots of kids and families walking around outside in their bathing suits.
The elevator was quiet and alone. No one had gotten in to go down to the lobby and I liked that because it was so awkward standing in the elevator with people you didn't know.
The ding ding signaled that I had arrived and as the door opened I walked past the few people who were getting in.
I walked through the lobby and could see the desk with the hotel clerk typing something like she normally did. Maybe he was signing someone in or doing something else hotel related.
I walked up to her and she gave me a quick apologetic smile as she continued typing while taking a call. I just shook my head and smiled to show her that I didn't mind waiting a moment. I wasn't in a rush and I was still wondering what could be in the package.
It might have been the marriage certificate, but no, I had given that to my lawyer because he wanted to see the real one instead of just the online version. And I really didn't want to see Zayn Bieber standing somewhere, I think I would just scream and rip it to pieces.
"I'm sorry, a guest wanted to book a room. But now, how can I help you?" she seemed slightly out of breath as she almost stumbled over her own words and her cheeks immediately blushed.
I cleared my throat. "Yeah, a buddy of mine said there was a package left for me?"
Her eyes started to light up. "You're Zayn Malik, right?"
I nodded. "If you see any papers where - "
"Oh no, I know exactly who you are, it's just for the record, sir." she laughed breathlessly as she reached under the table.
I tried to peek, maybe if I saw the package I could tell who it was from or what it was. I was damn curious and confused at the same time because I didn't know what it could be. I don't remember ordering anything. But with my little sleep problem, I might as well have forgotten.
"Here you go, sir." she handed me a brown envelope with a hand-written sticker on it.
As I reached for it, she dropped it into my hand. I really had no idea what it was, but I was so excited.
I smiled at her. "Thank you, have a nice evening."
"You too, sir!" she gave me a slight wave as I slowly walked away, looking at the front of the manila envelope.
Zayn Malik
And the rest was just the hotel address and a bunch of stamps for shipping. I weighed the envelope in my hands, it was quite light, light as a feather and nothing moved inside. But I could feel something inside, like a ribbon or something.
My brows furrowed as I turned it over so I could open it. I shook the things inside into my hands and I was right when I felt the ribbon.
I turned it over and nearly had a heart attack when I saw what was written on it.
VIP and Exclusive Backstage Pass
Chris Brown: Fortune Tour 2013
I gasped. You couldn't buy these things. These were given out by Chris Brown himself or his employees, you couldn't sell them. They were made specifically for friends and family.
I almost dropped it as I fangirled over Niall. I couldn't believe my eyes, I was clutching my own backstage pass in a tight grip. How the hell? I met Chris Brown but we had no real relationship, we weren't even friends.
When I looked at the rest of the envelope, the shock and disbelief was probably pretty evident on my face as people walking by me gave me funny looks.
There was also a crappy ticket and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it was for the front row. I almost started jumping up and down with excitement as I read through the Ticketmaster paper with the date and location written on it.
Then I saw one final piece of paper with a pretty nice border, I recognized the writing almost immediately and my heart started to swell and race as I read through it. The warmth flooded through my body and my lips couldn't stop smiling.

I told you we'd see each other again, Wifey.
And yes, that means I have the other ticket and the backstage pass, you don't think I'm going alone, do you?
Oh and by the way, congratulations to both of us.
It's been three months now.
-Justin

My eyes widened and I realized it had been three months since the TCA's. And that meant three months since our little escapade in Las Vegas. I couldn't believe how fast time could fly when you're constantly arguing, commenting, teasing and of course fucking.
My heart couldn't stop fluttering and my lips were stretched into the biggest smile I'd seen in a long time, while I couldn't help but let out a little cry of joy when I realized I was going to see Chris Brown, front row and backstage. I put the stuff back in the envelope and started skipping back to my room, grinning on my face the whole time.
I closed the envelope, made sure everything was safely packed and made my way to the elevator, unable to control my excitement.
The ticket was for the following Friday, how did Justin know where we would be in a week? Not even I knew that and how did he know that we would be in the same city then and that I would have time to go to the concert then?
I had no idea how this guy did it, I hadn't spoken to him in a while and now he was surprising me with a Chris Brown ticket! How did he know that I was a huge fan of the singer? We didn't really discuss things like that.
When the elevator got to the top I knew I had to keep the envelope hidden from the guys because they would wonder why I was with Justin and at a concert no less. Forget the fact that the letter said Wifey.
I walked down the hall which was still empty and strolled to my room, I had to put the stuff in my suitcase so the guys wouldn't find it and no one would steal it or anything. You can't leave priceless things like that unsecured anywhere these days.
I opened the door with the card and it looked like Liam was pretty preoccupied with what was on TV because he didn't seem to be paying me any attention, which I was grateful for anyway.
I went over to my suitcase and unzipped it, put the stuff to the side, put the envelope in and draped the clothes back over it later so if someone did go through my suitcase for some reason they wouldn't find anything so quickly.
"So, what was in the package?" Liam asked absently, his eyes still on the screen.
I panicked for a moment, but then lied: "A Christmas present for my mother, I forgot that I ordered it a month ago, but yes, it's here now." Then I closed the suitcase so that nothing could be seen.
"Oh shit! I really have to start buying stuff. Especially for Heidi, fuck!" he cursed himself and pulled a face.
I laughed. "You can easily do it online, Li, then you won't have to stress so much." I suggested, thanking the gods in heaven that Liam had changed the subject so quickly.
He sighed. "True, but what should I get Heidi?"
I shrugged and snorted. "My last girlfriends were all happy with handbags, shoes or jewelry." I held up three fingers as I spoke, I knew how difficult it was to find something good for girls. God, I had three sisters and a mother, believe me, it's really hard. But most women all liked the same shit, so you could just order something from a catalog and BAM, they were happy.
Liam laughed. "You're so generalizing about women!"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm surprised you don't. You have two sisters."
"But Heidi isn't my sister, I could always give my sisters a day at the spa and they loved me. Heidi, God, I can hardly tell if she's kidding or not, how am I supposed to get her something for Christmas?" he waved his arms in despair.
I walked over to the man, who looked a little panicked, smiling to pat him on the shoulder. "You know you could just ask her what she wants," I laughed.
He growled. "And then get yelled at for not being creative or some shit?" he snorted and shook my hand off. "I think I'll let that go."
I grinned a little to myself as I imagined Liam in a store, throwing things around, snorting in stress over all the clothes and walking past the shelves full of perfume, bags and shoes. I could even imagine him yelling at the poor clerk soon.
And when Heidi came to mind, I automatically thought of Justin and a smile blossomed on my lips. He sure knew how to surprise someone. And the thought of Christmas made me panic. Should I buy him anything at all? I mean, it's a bit early to think about that, but from what I had seen, this month would fly by quickly and then it would start snowing in London.
What the hell could you give someone who could buy anything he wanted anyway?
HE was rich and successful and could only swing the skinny black kart for a short time and then he had everything. And that's the difficult part of it all.
I shouldn't stress about it so much, he probably wouldn't send me a present, so why should I?
My stomach turned slightly at the thought of probably not being special enough to get a present from Justin. But I shook the thought off immediately; we may be married but I wasn't expecting a diamond necklace from him.
"Hey, we have to go. I'll find the others and then we'll drive off." Liam stood up from the couch.
I nodded. "I have to pee, I'll be right there with you."
Liam wrinkled his nose at my choice of words but nodded as he left my room. And then I couldn't hold back any longer and did a little dance of joy on tiptoe at the thought of seeing one of my favorite artists.
Once I had gotten over my little spastic fit, I left my room myself and strolled into the hallway where Liam was gently throwing Louis out of his room.
"Do we really have to go to the boring dinner party? There will only be old people there, Liam!" Louis moaned and tried to push Liam away, but it didn't do any good and Louis knew that himself, because Liam was the broadest built among us.
I grinned to myself as I imagined what a match between Liam and Justin would look like. Liam may be my best friend, but I still think Justin would win at wrestling. Those muscle-bound arms pinning me to a wall, the hottest feeling ever. I shuddered slightly, let the pleasant shiver trickle down my spine and then tried to direct my thoughts to something less erotic.
"Yes, we have to! They're going to promote our album!" Liam reprimanded Louis, referring to the magazine that was throwing the party. Liam pushed Louis further down the hall and quickly closed the door with a bang.
He crossed his arms and grumbled to himself, something my mother would probably hit me for.
"Come on, let's go!" Liam said and started to lead us to the elevator, which I had actually just come up from.
I followed him and the other guys groaned in annoyance. While I didn't have to fight against a single negative feeling at the moment because I was full of excitement and happiness and I had never felt so light and carefree.
"Whoa, did it hurt when you - "
"I swear to God, Louis, if you want to ask Zayn if it hurt when he fell from the sky, I'll punch you." Liam growled at Louis, who was staring at me with a grin.
Louis growled back. "Sorry for stealing your line with which you tried to get Heidi, Liam. But actually I wanted to ask Zayn something else."
I looked over at him and raised my eyebrows with a confused look. "What do you want Lou? Tell me now."
Louis grinned at me even wider. "Does it hurt when you smile? I mean, does your face break or something?"
Harry burst out laughing, along with Niall. "Louis! What the hell kind of question is that?!" asked Liam.
Louis put on an innocent expression. "A pretty legitimate one! Zayn doesn't smile often and that's why I'm curious if it hurts him! I mean, I'm really scared that his face will break in two and we'll have our own Grand Canyon!"
I looked at him sideways, feeling a little insulted. "What does that mean?!"
Niall chimed in and glared at Louis. "What does that mean?! Who is she? You've had this sparkle in your eyes the whole time - God, that sounds so girly - but you just radiate that something. Not this you're pregnant-thing, this you've been hit-something."
My eyes widened as I looked at the boys who were discussing my nonexistent love life. "I already told you, I'm not dating anyone."
Louis snorted. "I don't believe a single stupid word that comes out of your mouth. You're way too light on your feet, I swear you could do a pirouette every three seconds." he rolled his eyes.
Liam laughed softly as I glared at him. "What?! I'm sorry, but the idea of ​​you in tights and a tutu is too funny not to laugh!" he defended himself and the other boys laughed at me.
I glared at them all, but even then the smile wouldn't wipe from my face. No matter how much the boys teased me, I was still really excited about the concert on Friday.
"Hey Liam? Where are we on Friday?" I asked when he got his breathing under control and the elevator dinged.
Liam scratched his head. "LA, why?"
My lips curled into a wider smile and I shrugged, pretending I was just curious when I wanted to jump for joy. "I don't know, just curious."
And then we walked out of the elevator, the thought that we were in the most exciting city there was sending excitement pumping through my other parts and that I would soon be seeing Breezy at the Staples Center only making it better. But
deep down I was even more excited and impatient to see Justin again. And to have the opportunity to see one of my favorite singers with him, someone who appreciated his music as much as I did does it best.
My cheeks already hurt from the permanent grin on my face at the thought of another date with Justin.
"See?! I should give him a stupid tutu with pointe shoes for Christmas, then he can finally dance Swan Lake!"

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