Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 55

Zayn

I shifted dissatisfiedly in my sleep and snuggled my face into the nearest warm and cozy thing. I liked this something. It smelled of aftershave and a bit of sweat. The corners of my mouth lifted a little and I pressed myself further against the heat source next to me to go back to sleep.
Then I heard a noise from above and my eyes snapped open, lifting my head from what felt like Justin's shoulder. My body liked the warmth and I just liked leaning back against it again, it made me feel safe during the flight I was already scared of.
Justin sighed unhappily and then his head landed on my shoulder, I actually wanted to tell him to stop but then the plane started to rock. My head was thrown against the backrest and I gasped slightly as the plane began to move up and down uncontrollably.
My heart jumped and fear slowly rose in me as the plane swung out again like we were on an old roller coaster. Panic made my stomach clench and I tried to rationalize what was happening. Maybe it was just a small technical problem that we were now half aware of.
Then the screams and sirens started, and luggage started falling out of the bins, people started running in the aisles, and I could do nothing but crouch in my seat, frozen, hands shaking. I tried to stop them by clenching my fists, but then I realized I was still holding Justin's, who was just waking up.
"Please, everyone, go back to your seats and fasten your seat belts. We've hit some serious turbulence and we're flying over Denver, Colorado. Please, go to your seats." The tremor in the announcer's voice only increased the panic and I whimpered, my eyes darting around, seeing the other passengers jostling in the aisles.
I was breathing heavily and water was coming into my eyes. It's ironic how they all used to joke that I was the one who caused 9-11 but now I'm probably going to die on a plane and it wasn't my fault.
Justin woke up next to me, his fingers squeezing my hand, but not even the lightning and warmth could calm me down. My heart was in my throat, I couldn't stop hyperventilating and my breathing was going way too fast.
"W-what's happening here?" Justin yawned, his voice sounding distant, as if he wasn't really affected by the whole thing.
I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down but I couldn't stop whimpering as the plane rocked violently again and the flight attendant fled to the back of the plane to crouch down. The small cart she had pushed through here earlier rolled back and forth between the panicked people.
"Hey, Wifey, breathe, Zayn, breathe." he whispered in my ear and I couldn't help but howl desperately again as I squeezed his hand tighter.
I shook my head. "We're going to die!" I stuttered and couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face. I hated flying and that was exactly what I had always been afraid of. It was so unpredictable, you didn't know what would happen and there was a good chance that this could end up like 9-11.
He calmed me down. "No, we won't. It's just a storm, Wifey, breathe." He looked at me, squeezed my hand tightly and tried to calm me down.
I shook my head vehemently. "I don't want to end up on an island in the middle of nowhere! I don't want to die somewhere where no one will find me!" I cried and looked around in panic.
Justin grabbed my chin and made me look at his face. How did he manage to stay so calm and composed? There was no fear in his eyes, just worry.
"It'll be okay, please take a deep breath, Wifey, hold my hand and try to calm down a bit." He ordered and his eyes looked into mine, I shook my head and whimpered again.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. I can't breathe, Justin, I'm going to die in the ocean and my body will be eaten by-" I stammered, sounding like a complete psychopath.
I felt his hand hit my cheek and I gasped, looking at him in disbelief. His eyes flashed a little angry and commanding. "The only way you can die is if you don't breathe, Wifey!"
I hadn't realized how confused my head was and the pressure on my chest. I sobbed slightly and tried to get air into my lungs. He rubbed my shoulder. "Breathe through your nose, it's easier," he whispered to me and I really tried, I really tried to get some air.
"Justin, I can't." The never-ending tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt so helpless as my whole head was filled with the thought of me dying. I truly believed that plane was going to crash into the ocean and our bodies would never be found.
Justin lifted my face again, this time with a tighter grip as I mumbled to myself how I could die. "I should have never gotten on that damn plane, I hate planes." I whispered, clutching at his hand but he didn't seem to mind as his hand turned white as I practically choked him off.
Justin shook his head. "No, Wifey, you can't regret this, otherwise we would never have been able to join the Mile High Club, think about it like that, just try to calm down, damn it."
Not even the thought of sex could stop my whimpering as the plane kept rocking and I wrapped my arms around Justin, almost cutting off his air supply as I cried in his arms. He held me tight and rubbed my back, placing light kisses on my skin.
"Please don't let me go." I begged him as I pressed my face into his neck and squeezed his chest tighter. I tried to breathe.
"Wifey, listen to me, you need to breathe. Take a deep breath, for me." He whispered in my ear, kissed it and I shuddered in his arms. I began to shake in his arms as if I was having an epileptic seizure.
I tried to breathe in but all that came out was another horrible sob, he pressed me even tighter against his chest.
"Join me, okay? Inhale." and I could hear him next to my ear doing what he said. "Now exhale." and he exhaled loudly as I clung to his back and buried my face further into his neck.
He stroked my back up and down. "Wifey, you need to breathe with me, okay babe? You need to calm down."
I nodded against his neck and lifted my nose. "Now inhale." and I tried to get the air into my lungs through my nose.
"Exhale." I let out a strangled sob in response, he held me tighter as the plane suddenly descended.
"Wifey, you need to focus." he whispered in my ear.
I exhaled shakily. "Okay, let's try again, inhale." and I tried to breathe in more oxygen and when it worked, I could feel the difference immediately because my heart started to slow down a bit and my head stopped pounding as much.
The feeling of his arms around me had scared me a little at first, I'd never hugged this boy like that before but his grip was so warm and his whole body radiated warmth and security, I didn't want to let go.
"Breathe in." he took the breaths with me. "Come on, Wifey, you're doing great. A few more, okay?" and I couldn't hold back the little giggle, because it really sounded like he was helping me give birth. Still, I nodded against his neck and felt his hands rubbing up and down his back again. "Breathe in."
I was able to get enough air into my lungs to not be able to expel it shakily, my chest now rising and falling at a healthy pace again. My grip on Justin's waist didn't loosen, however, as I snuggled up to Justin again, breathing in his scent.
He kissed my forehead. "How come I never noticed your fear? Why didn't you tell me you were so scared of flying?" he whispered to me and I could tell he was worried, but also a little hurt. Hurt that I hadn't told him and worried that I hadn't said anything and my grip wasn't loosening.
I didn't answer him because the sobs I was trying to stop were coming out now. He tried to calm me down, pulling me closer so my tears could ruin his shirt as all the panic and fear came out of me in salty drops of water.
"It's okay, Wifey, I'm here." he whispered and I could still feel his lips on my forehead. I just squeezed him tighter and tried to calm down a little.
I could hear someone coming over. "Are you two okay? Is anyone hurt?" the flight attendant asked, exhausted and relieved that the plane had stopped rocking and swinging.
"No injuries," he said. "What the hell just happened?!" there was something protective in his voice and I felt him automatically pull me closer as my sobs were silent but tears still rolled down my cheeks.
"I honestly have no idea, but the captain should make his announcement soon." and I could hear her footsteps continuing.
"Stupid uniformed bitch." he growled and his hands rubbed my back, I slowly started to relax and over time the tears stopped and the salt water dried on my cheeks. My grip didn't loosen an inch as the plane began to fly safely and silently. "
Are you okay?" he whispered in my ear and I nodded because he was. His arms were my safe place and I would stay in them until I was no longer afraid.
His arms relaxed a little as my body was no longer shaking like before and I was no longer convulsing with sobs. I was overcome by the exhaustion that comes after you have cried your eyes out. But I still held on to him, still scared. Maybe the plane would crash after all or hit some other turbulence.
The crackle in the speakers caught my attention, Justin also jumped when the captain made his announcement.
"Good morning, this is your captain. We have just come out of extreme turbulence caused by the weather conditions in Denver. We were supposed to land there at 11 a.m. to pick up more passengers but since the weather conditions are very severe, Colorado as a whole is affected by severe blizzards, we will be landing in Colorado Springs. I apologize for the bumpy experience and suggest that you remain in your seats as we are landing soon. Thank you very much."
Justin groaned in annoyance but I didn't care, as long as we finally got down here, I didn't care where exactly that was.

-*-

"So, when is the next flight?" Liam asked the man behind the counter who was typing something into a computer, behind us there was a line of at least twenty people.
"That depends on the storm, one of the worst in years. But according to the weather report we can fly again in two days. And it's only a one-way flight, where are you going?" asked the man.
Liam took a deep breath. "We," he pointed to the boys and himself, "must be in Atlantic City and they," he pointed to Justin and Heidi who were standing a little way off in a corner, Justin on his cell phone, yelling at someone because they sent him on a flight even though a tower was forming. "Must be in Pittsburgh by Wednesday."
I was pretty quiet, not even really paying attention to the conversation in which Liam wanted to strangle the man behind the counter.
"So, what should we do before we can fly on?" I heard Liam ask.
The man sighed. "Due to the unfortunate state of affairs, we will of course provide you with rooms in our hotel, which is just around the corner. We will pay for it until your flight leaves on Tuesday evening."
Liam wanted to scream, or at least it seemed that way, because all we got from the people here was "We're sorry" and "We can't change anything."
"All right, please book six rooms for us," Liam ordered the man who was on his cell phone and nodding feverishly.
"Your reservation is under Payne, have a nice night. Please don't slip on the ice," he said, and I will take this advice to heart. The storm hadn't quite reached Colorado Springs yet, but it was really close, too close to feel safe.
"Thanks," said Liam, walking away from the counter, with seven plane tickets in his hand and a rather annoyed look on his face.
"Okay, we have a hotel room for the next few days until the weather clears up," Liam announced.
"But Liam, don't we have an interview today? And a photoshoot?" asked Niall, his eyes widening.
"Niall, we should consider ourselves lucky that we had such an incredible pilot, otherwise we would be dead swimming in the ocean among sharks. Screw interviews and shoots," Louis spoke up.
Liam sighed. "Louis is right for the first time in his life, we should consider ourselves lucky to be alive. But our management is going to be so mad at us."
"They should be mad at this shitty airport shit here, for not checking the weather so we could have flown a different route," Heidi chimed in, folding her arms over her chest.
No one wanted to add anything because everyone was pretty speechless but completely agreed with her. They really should have checked this shit before sending us on a shitty flight.
"Maybe we should get our luggage, put on some warmer clothes and then come to the hotel," Liam suggested and we all stood up to go to baggage drop.
The other guys seemed to hurry and I fell behind, like always.
"Hey, are you okay now?" Justin asked me as we both seemed to fall behind, even Heidi walked right next to Liam, her hand in his as she headed to baggage drop.
"I'm okay," I whispered and felt his hand press mine and the heat ran through my arm like a shock as our fingers intertwined for a brief moment but then let go again, since we were in public.
But I really just wanted to hold his hand next to me and hold it. His hand around mine gave me security and it sent electric shocks straight to my heart. My hands should be in his.
"T-thank you," I said seriously to him and looked around briefly, only to realize that there was no one else in the long white hallway but the two of us. I stepped forward, cupped his face and kissed his lips, wanting to show him my appreciation. The moment our lips touched, my stomach fluttered like crazy and my heart started beating wildly and as he pulled me closer, I felt my knees give way slightly. Then he let go of me.
We said nothing more as we hurried down the aisle to get our luggage before one of the civilians took it and auctioned our shit on eBay.
When we reached the drop-off point, Niall already had my suitcase in his hand and Heidi Justin's, they were walking towards us.
"Here, Zayn, I just took your stuff down." Niall informed me and Justin and I took a step away from each other.
I nodded gratefully and reached for the handle of the suitcase, but Niall held my wrist and looked at me. "Is everything okay? Your eyes are red and swollen, I know the flight must have been torture." There was a hint of concern in his eyes, he knew how scared I was of flying.
I nodded. "It was," I croaked, my voice hoarse from all the crying during the worst flight of my life.
Compassion welled up in his eyes and he loosened his grip. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you, but I was too busy trying not to fall out of my seat."
My lips twitched a little but the shock hadn't completely gone yet. I knew that he had tried to help me with my panic but I also knew that Niall wouldn't have been able to do it like Justin. Niall just didn't have that effect on me. His arms weren't as warm and inviting as Justin's, he wouldn't have been able to help me as well as Justin's, he would probably have been busy panicking himself.
"It's okay, Niall, Justin helped me." I whispered and looked over at the man in question, who was talking to Heidi. When he felt my gaze, however, he looked at me too and our eyes met, a small smile formed on my lips and this indescribable gratitude overwhelmed me.

-*-


I was lying between the sheets of the hotel bed, turning and twisting and couldn't stop the tears that kept rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stop thinking about that flight. I couldn't stop the images and thoughts that played out in my mind what could have happened if we had actually crashed.
My whole body shook helplessly, as if I was having an epileptic seizure. I tried to push these dark thoughts away, but all I did was imagine the plane plummeting towards the sea.
Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I could see were those panicked and screaming people, the luggage falling everywhere, and the plane rocking and swaying because of the storm. I whimpered into my pillows and tried to stop crying, but the fear made my chest ache and my breath come out shaky and thin.
I got up from my bed, threw the sheets on the floor and walked towards the door to the room, slowly opening it, trying not to just push it open hastily. I was desperate, I could barely control my actions because all I felt was the enormous shaking. It took over my whole brain, to the point where I hallucinated that it was the hallway and not me that was shaking. I had to hold on to the wall to keep myself somewhat straight.
I shimmied along the wall to find my way down the hallway, hoping that it could hold me upright. Anyone who could see me now would think that I belonged in some kind of mental institution, but I was completely traumatized.
When I reached my destination, I grabbed the extra key to a special hotel room, put it in the keyhole and walked quickly and quietly inside, slamming the white door behind me and encountering darkness. All I could see were the lights from the streets through the window.
I tried to walk as quietly as possible across the room, tears still streaming down my cheeks and I was shaking harder as I approached the bed.
I crawled in, lifting the blankets so I could snuggle up to his side. "W-wifey? What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to somehow understand why I was wrapping my arms around his bare chest.
I couldn't answer because another sob came through my clenched teeth and he understood immediately, pulling me closer to him and soothing me with a soft voice while rocking me gently.
"It's okay, Wifey, let it out. I'm here." he whispered and my tears dripped onto his chest. His arms warmed my body and the comfort broke the dam. I felt so safe to show him this side of me. I was so vulnerable right now and he hummed just to calm me down, holding me tightly to his chest as I entwined my legs with his.
"I-I'm so sorry," I cried, sniffling, barely able to breathe.
"No, no, Zayn, it's okay. That was really bad and scary, babe," he assured me, that it was okay to cry because of my fear.
I looked up at him, knowing that I must look like something. My eyes must be extremely puffy and glassy, ​​my hair must be messed up, and anyway, I must look like a baby. "R-really? You didn't seem to mind at all, you were so strong."
He looked down at me, rubbing my arms, trying to calm me down a little, a smile on his lips that sent pleasant shivers down my spine.
"I had to, Wifey. For both of us."

-*-

Narrator

"Don't let go."
Those words were on repeat in Justin's mind, his arms still wrapped tightly around his wifey's warm body.
Zayn had fallen asleep in his husband's arms, his body no longer shaking and his eyes able to close without the terrifying thoughts creeping back into his mind.
Justin had never seen him so scared and vulnerable and it made his heart ache. He was too worried about Zayn to care about his own fear.
"I couldn't, even if I wanted to," he whispered into his wifey's dark curls, laying his head down on the pillows and pulling the other's head onto his chest, where his heart felt ready to burst from all the emotions swirling around within.