Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 53

Zayn

I was just sitting on the bed in my hotel room, staring at my hands, and the recent events played out in my mind's eye again. This argument was completely different from the last few.
He had just told me to my face what this little relationship thing was and I didn't like it. But it was the truth. Somehow I had been waiting for him to say something else, somewhere in the back of my mind I had been convinced it was something else. But I didn't know what.
Being alone in my room with your depressive and dark thoughts is torture. I hated how angry and speechless I felt in that car, loathed how he always managed to leave me speechless and have the last word.
And to add to the long list of things I hated: I hated how he didn't say goodbye to me, didn't even wave. He just held the phone to his ear, unlocked the car door and sped off as soon as I was outside and closed the door.
When Justin was angry, he always became this irritatingly disrespectful creature. I had noticed that. And the thing is, he is so rarely angry! I was the one who was freaking out and temperamental, I was the one who was easily irritated.
Not Justin.
I knew it was stupid and shitty of me to reject his efforts and distance myself. I was destroying the little good thing that existed between us. I had ruined the whole thing just because I felt attacked by his words. And they were really just words, not actions.
"But we'll never make it to six months, Wifey."
"But isn't that exactly what we agreed to? Not to sleep with anyone else until the paperwork is done?"
"Wifey, why are you making such a big deal out of this? I thought you'd be happy to finally move on from each other."
I buried my face in my hands and screamed in frustration, why didn't those words just leave my mind for once?! Why couldn't I just shake all that shit off like I did with every stupid word the guys said? Why did those words have such a big effect on me?
I threw myself backwards on the bed, defeated, my arms over my eyes. Maybe I could escape these feelings if I got some sleep. I didn't usually feel this hurt, it was different, foreign and unknown. And I didn't like it one bit.
Just as I was about to close my eyes I could hear the boys arriving, their footsteps and laughter filling the hallways and I hoped no one was trying to come in to see how I was doing. I really didn't want to talk to anyone right now.
I wasn't mad at them or anything, I just felt insulted and hurt. The anger had been gone since the moment I hopped into Justin's car, the day I called him to pick me up.
He just had this way about him that could just take all my anger and throw it out the window with a nasty comment. Or he would make me mad at him, so no matter what, I was always completely distracted when I was with him. He could just distract you and that was amazing. Especially when you want to shut out the negative things in your life.
I heard a knock. "Zayn? Are you back yet?" Niall called through the door, I had been gone for over a day and I could tell from his tone that he was worried if I would ever come back.
I cursed myself, I could have spent the whole day with Justin, but of course I had to open my big fucking mouth and ruin the day. It was early evening and we could have spent the whole day somewhere in Los Angeles. Shit man.
"Is he there?" asked Liam who was apparently with Niall and I felt my stomach twist but I really didn't want to talk to anyone right now. I just wanted to be alone.
"I don't know, Li, should we maybe call him?" asked Niall, the worry was clearly evident in his voice.
Liam sighed. "Yeah, that might be a good idea. He has to be back tonight, we have a flight in the morning."
I immediately started searching my jacket pockets for my cell phone and when I found nothing, I got up in a slight panic and felt around my pants pockets. Nothing.
"Shit," I hissed quietly and started searching the room for it. Maybe it was in the bathroom. When I looked, there was nothing. I looked under the mattress, threw the sheets aside, but came up empty-handed. As I aimlessly searched for my cell phone.
"Justin? Hey man, what's up? Why do you have Zayn's cell phone?" I could imagine Liam's eyebrows furrowing and his lips curving.
"Oh, really? You dropped him off in front of a girl? At the hotel?" his voice raised slightly.
That son of a bitch.
"Are you sure he ran into the hotel?" asked Liam.
I bit my lip and waited, I couldn't run away because they were standing outside the door. But I couldn't hide either because they would find me and it would be childish and immature if they found me behind the shower curtain.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks Justin. Sounds good, I'll tell him when I see him." I could hear his voice getting softer. He must have put the puzzle together.
"Yeah, you too, bye." Liam said goodbye and I could hear Niall knocking on the door.
"Zayn?! Are you in there?" Niall called louder and more persistently.
"He is, he must be. Justin says he saw him when he went in and took the elevator." Liam informed Niall and my eyes widened. Bullshit, how could Justin have seen me when he was out of my sight the moment I opened the glass door.
"Zayn! Open up!" Niall knocked loudly. "Come on, man, let us in!"
I rolled my eyes and sauntered over to the door, forcing a blank expression on my face and turning the doorknob. When I opened it halfway I could see Niall and Liam with frowns.
"What?!" I asked, trying to act like I had just woken up.
Niall opened his mouth. "Why did you ignore us?"
I sighed. "I was sleeping and your yelling woke me up." I simply lied, not wanting us to start arguing again for ignoring them.
Niall automatically looked guilty. "Sorry, I was just wondering if you were back yet."
"I'll go, see you tomorrow guys," Liam mumbled and walked down the hall, which completely baffled me.
Niall looked at him sideways but then turned his attention back to me. "Can I come in? I want to know how the concert was!" and he didn't even wait for an answer before entering the room.

-*-

"Wait, so Justin Bieber and Chris Brown did a performance together?!" Niall almost fell off my bed.
I giggled. "Yeah, they did, a duet, Next To Me or something."
Niall looked at me disapprovingly. "It's called Next To You, idiot. You're friends with the guy and you don't even know the names of the songs." He waved his arms around, expressing how outraged he was.
I rolled my eyes, I knew the name but I didn't want to seem like I knew everything about them. "I even got to hang out with Breezy in his dressing room."
"No! You lucky fucking bastard! How did you do that?!" Niall demanded, his eyes wide with shock. He knew I wasn't friends with Chris, so he knew I didn't get the tickets myself.
I grinned and my cheeks burned a little. "Justin got the tickets, he's good friends with Chris." and I felt pride welling up in my chest that Justin could take me to events like that. Not everyone had a husband with connections like that.
He snorted but a smile appeared on his lips. "Whatever, but I'm glad you had fun, especially after... you know." he left the sentence unfinished, his eyes fluttering to his hands.
I sighed, I knew what he was talking about. "I'm not mad anymore, Niall. And especially not at you. You didn't do anything."
He looked up with hazy eyes. "That's it, Zayn. I didn't do anything, I just sat there and didn't defend you, what kind of friend does that?" he whispered and I could hear the self-hatred and guilt in his breaking voice.
My mouth fell open. "Oh." was all I could get out though. Looking at my hands I didn't know what to say. I wasn't angry at Niall, neither before nor after he made that clear to me. He really hadn't defended me though.
Niall sighed softly. "I'm so sorry, I was speechless, I didn't know what to say, Zayn." his voice was pleading and desperate, he really wanted me to forgive him or at least not yell at him.
Then I shook my head, putting my hands on his shoulders. "I'm not mad, Niall. I didn't expect you to be, you didn't have to say anything. This was between Louis and me."
Niall snorted. "Louis can be such a dick, he shouldn't have said that to you."
My lips twitched and I put an arm around the Irishman's shoulder, pulled him to my chest and ruffled his hair. "I'm really not mad, Niall, not anymore anyway."
He pulled back, his eyebrows raised as he looked at me. "Why are you just taking it like that? Normally you'd make a huge deal out of it."
I shrugged and he glared at me as I reached forward to ruffle his hair even more. "Maybe I just have bigger and better things to do."
His eyebrows shot up further but the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile that slowly turned bright and his eyes beamed at me. "Whatever, or rather whoever, it is, don't let them go."

-*-

It was four in the morning and I would love to go back to sleep but the annoying alarm clock, also known as Liam Payne, ruthlessly pulled me out of bed.
"Zayn, we have to go! It's six and there's a plane waiting for us." Liam ordered me, tugging on my leg again and I whined.
"Leave me alone! I only slept for two hours!" I whined, kicking his hand away.
"It's not my fault! You can sleep on the plane, we're in the air for ten hours." He replied and I felt the cold air brush against my bare back as he threw the blanket on the floor.
I groaned and turned to him angrily, which made my eyes burn because he was just about to open the curtains. "You're a bad friend, Liam."
He sighed. "I know, I wanted to talk to you about what happened in the restaurant anyway."
I sat up immediately, rubbing my tired eyes and yawning. "I'm not mad anymore anyway, Liam." I yawned again.
Liam seemed surprised that I hadn't snapped at him when he brought up the subject. "W-what? Since when?"
I sighed wearily, putting my feet on the floor. "Since I know you were the only one who was honest."
"No! Louis made it sound like you were a burden, but you're not! I like it when you're around, Zayn, he misunderstood! I said that around the time, you know, the time your grandfather died. You were totally closed off," he explained.
From the look on his face, he looked like he expected me to throw him out of the room for mentioning my grandfather. Normally I would have. If the boys tried to get any information out of me about it, or even a reaction to just talking about him, I would berate them and tell them to fuck off. That was the point in my life where I would either get mad or hide myself behind my walls again.
But now? I wasn't angry, I was a little sad when I was reminded of it but for some reason it didn't bother me as much anymore. It didn't make me angry. I didn't want to kick and hit Liam for mentioning it.
"Yeah, that's true, Liam. I like being alone when it's this anniversary. But it doesn't hurt as much as it did at first," I admitted. And for some reason, I had to thank Justin for it. He was the only one I vented about it to and that took the stress out of the whole thing. It felt like the weight wasn't all on my shoulders anymore, we were carrying the burden together. And I owed him so much for it, it was almost embarrassing and probably the hardest thing I could have done. But with him, it had felt easy. I had just told him everything and he hadn't judged me, he had the opportunity to but instead he just, well, cheered me up and talked me into it. Of course it still hurt that my grandfather wasn't there anymore but now it was bearable and I could deal with it. And it was all because of Justin.
Liam's eyes were wide but his tone was gentle as he spoke and the corners of his mouth had lifted a little. "I'm so glad." he let out a breath.
My lips twitched at the relief of the man but I couldn't hold back another yawn. "I'm going to take a quick shower, maybe it'll wake me up."
Liam nodded. "Okay, see you in the hallway." and he walked to the door.
The shower didn't wake me up, if it did, it only made me more relaxed and I didn't even care what I looked like afterward. I grabbed some basketball shorts, a printed shirt and a hoodie so I could hide my face from the paparazzi.
As I packed my suitcase I looked around for my phone. Then I remembered in frustration that Justin had it. I cursed it quietly. He would probably keep it just to annoy me.
By the time I had gathered all my shit together I was already in the hallway and I could hear the groans and moans of the other three guys who looked like they were about to fall asleep again. Liam was too busy checking to see if he had everything, passports and stuff. and checked our flight times probably ten more times. But he looked just like the rest of us, tired and fucked up.
The drive to the airport was quiet because the other guys were already asleep again with headphones in their ears.
"Liam?" I asked, I couldn't sleep in a car. It was practically impossible for me to find even a remotely comfortable position here and besides, the airport wasn't far away anyway.
"Hmmm?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Can I have your cell phone? I need to call Justin," I whispered in his ear as he leaned against the window.
Liam raised his head slightly. "You'll get it later," he mumbled and put his head in his hands.
I rolled my eyes and was just about to ask the others about their cell phones when I realized that they were all asleep. Niall's face was pressed against the window, while Louis was dozing on Harry's shoulder, who in turn had laid his head back and a loud snore was coming from his lips.
Great.

-*-

"Liam, you still haven't answered me! How the hell am I supposed to get my cell phone back if you don't want to let me call Justin!" I tried to get Liam's attention, but he seemed too busy checking the schedule for the hundredth time.
"I have bigger problems right now than your cell phone, Zayn!" he replied with an annoyed eye roll.
I growled. "I need my cell phone! Liam, can I just borrow yours for a moment?" I asked for the millionth time.
Liam rolled his eyes. "No, I have to call Heidi right away. Just go to the bathroom or something, okay?" (Wtf Liam, I know watcha doin, poor Zayn.) There was a gleam in his eyes, like he was eager and waiting for something.
I snorted. "You're lucky I have to pee anyway, otherwise I'd just snatch your phone away from you and keep it or something." I threatened and turned around so I could push my way through the crowd to the toilet. After ten thousand more "Excuse me-"s and "Could you please-"s, I tripped over three suitcases and arrived at the bathroom door. There
was only one other man in the bathroom, washing his hands and humming to himself. We exchanged that typical uncomfortable look and I made my way to the urinals to do my business.
I sighed and couldn't help but smile when I was able to relieve my bladder. I heard the door open but was too busy getting ready and zipping up my pants before whoever came all the way in.
When I was done, I turned around to see who had come in, but no one was there. Maybe someone had just walked in and then back out. Weirdo.
Shrugging, I went to the sinks to wash my hands and when I looked in the mirror, I saw that the door to the bathroom stall was closed, so whoever had gone in there must have been, but I didn't really care right now and dried my hands.
"I never thought you were a Beyoncé fan, wifey."
I jumped in shock when I heard his voice. I looked in the mirror again and saw him leaning against the wall scrolling through my phone. I froze when I saw him there, looking at my phone, a grin on his face.
"And 'Single Ladies'? Of all the good songs, that one?" he hummed happily as he scrolled down.
I turned around and glared at him angrily. "Can I have my phone back?" I held out my phone, demanding it back. I tried not to show that I was embarrassed to be a Beoyncé fan.
He giggled. "It's pathetic that you only have twenty contacts on here, and that includes your family!"
I walked up to him, trying to snatch it out of his hand, but he dodged me and walked past me.
"Did you really just touch my phone after you pooped?" I asked, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
"It sucks anyway, what difference does it make if there's actual shit on it?" he replied, putting the phone in his pocket.
"Give me my phone!" I ordered him, looking at him in shock. The guy had just put my, I repeat, my phone in his pocket.
He just snorted, though. "Where are your manners? I even charged it for you!"
I sighed annoyed. "Can you please give it to me? Please?" I fought to sound serious but it really annoyed me how he was playing with me like that.
He looked up, his eyes clearly showing mischief and I almost groaned, he always had an ace up his sleeve. His hand came to my chest, ran down to my hip and pulled me against him, which made me gasp for air. My breathing became a little unsteady and his eyes glittered.
He didn't say anything but I knew what he was going to do. My whole body was craving it. Both of his arms were wrapped around my waist and he held me in a tight grip, which ignited the usual lightning bolts. The anger was blown away. (Not that blown away, but... ya know.)
His lips crashed down onto mine and I sighed softly at the contact, burying his hands in his hair as his lips brushed against mine. I knew what that kiss meant, I knew exactly why he brought me the cell phone and not just sent an employee.
The kiss was meant to show that everything was as good as forgotten and that we should just carry on.
The kiss became harder, hungrier, and the tiredness that should still be in my bones was gone. I just growled gently against his lips and when he bit them I pushed him towards the counter by the sink.
I licked the bite and then quickly let my tongue slide into his mouth. I grinned slightly when I felt his hands go to my back pockets and he put his fingers in them when I pulled on his hair. He laughed slightly and held me closer to him, wanting to feel more of him, have more of him.
The boy just awakened every hunger in my body and I almost begged for more, I just wanted to make it to one of the stalls before I lost control. And the risk of someone catching us turned me on more than it scared me.
He backed away, amusement shining in his eyes as I breathed heavily. "Someone is eager to get their phone back," he teased.
Glaring at him, I ran my fingertips through the short hair on the back of his neck and felt his muscles there relax, the tension eased and I lightly stroked the skin further down. I smiled as his eyes seemed filled with passion, apparently he liked what I was doing, it had to have an effect on him like his mere presence did on me.
"Of course Justin, that piece of shit is my world." I bit my lip as his hands moved up my hips and gripped them tightly. I liked the feeling of his hands around my waist.
He laughed softly and shook his head. "I know. You have pretty much everything on it. If someone found this on the street, they would have complete access to Zayn Malik's entire life."
I roughly pulled away from him and shoved him away. "You saw through it?!"
his eyebrows shot up and he grinned. "Did you really think I wouldn't?"
I opened my mouth to say something but then... Of course he would look at everything. This was Justin we were talking about, after all.
"And I needed to talk somehow," he tried to tease me.
"Whatever, can I have it now?"
he grinned. "Is there something you don't want me to see, Wifey?"
I took a deep breath, I wasn't going to yell at him in public. "No, I just don't like people just looking at my stuff." I tried to clarify, but of course I knew there were messages and photos he would make fun of. I still had pictures of Perrie and I, some of which were, well, pretty explicit. But judging by his behavior, he hadn't seen them. (Omg imagine a pretty likely heartbroken Justin sitting in front of the damn phone looking at these pictures, God, my poor baby...)
he rolled his eyes in playful annoyance but reached into his pocket, pulled it out and waved it in front of my face. "There you have your precious 'piece of shit'."
I reached forward and snatched it from his hands. "Why are you even here? Couldn't you have just sent it to me? Or had someone else give it to me?" and then I quickly shoved it into my back pocket.
He grinned and shrugged, faking an innocent expression. "I was just in the area."
"You're in the Calabasas, Justin. This is LAX, which means it's not in the neighborhood."
He laughed and threw his head back. "What if I have to catch my own flight?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.
"And do you?" I replied, folding my arms and raising an eyebrow.
He just grinned. "See you later, Wifey." Then he leaned forward for a moment, kissed me, and then headed for the door. He left the bathroom while I was still standing there with my arms crossed, never having had a chance to respond.

-*-

We boarded the plane, quickly showing the clerk our ticket, and went straight through the tunnel onto the plane. We had first class tickets, so we had to get in the back of the plane.
We were escorted to the back and then saw that there were only ten seats, two opposite each other.
"Please take a seat, gentleman, we have a long flight ahead of us." the flight attendant pointed to our seats as she informed us.
"Zayn, you sit next to me," Liam said and I strolled over to him annoyed. Now he shooed me around again.
Liam was just stuffing his smaller bag under the seat when I sank into the seat after putting my own hand luggage up in the compartment. The seats were covered in leather and quite soft. I put the headphones in my ears and pulled my phone out of my pocket, which was charged.
My eyes widened when I saw what my background was and I immediately turned it off again, letting it fall into my lap. Which, by the way, was no longer as quiet as it had been three seconds ago.
Who the hell sets their own dick as their background?!
"So did you get your phone back from Justin?" asked Liam and before I could answer he jumped up, shock but also joy on his face.
"Heidi?!"
I threw my head into the cushions when I heard the kicks getting closer. "Hey, babe." said Heidi and immediately threw herself at Liam and kissed him to death, which made him laugh in surprise.
"What are you doing here?" asked Liam when I let go of her, he was asking out of curiosity, not displeasure.
"I guess that's my fault." His voice echoed through the plane and I stuffed the headphones deeper into my ears so I could ignore him.
"Justin? I didn't know you would be on this flight too!" Niall gasped on the other side.
I could hear him laughing. "Crazy coincidence, huh?" I groaned in annoyance, oh hell no, that wasn't actually happening.
"Well, you two lovebirds are probably trying to catch up and probably join the Mile High Club, so I'll probably sit with Zayn so you can be close." Justin's voice practically ordered, although it was probably more of a suggestion.
I looked over my shoulder as Heidi started to beam. "Thanks man! You're the best!" and she kissed Justin's cheek and tugged on Liam's hand, pulling him back towards her seat. I made sure to look after them again.
When I looked up at Justin, I saw Justin standing in front of me with a big fat grin.
"What do you think of the background, Wifey? I still think it looks better in real life."
I glared at him. "You're impossible and you really want to get caught, don't you?!"
the corners of his mouth lifted slightly and as his grin widened, his perfect white teeth showed.
"That's only going to happen if you can't control yourself, Wifey. And this is going to be a long flight, with more than one stop. Just try to resist me, Wifey. Just don't let your mind wander too much, especially when your buddies are just a few rows behind us."