Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 56

Zayn

"Zayn, can you pass me the syrup please?" Niall interrupted me as I was sitting at the table, deep in thought. I shook my head and came back to reality.
I reached forward for the syrup that was right in front of me and passed it to Niall, who was already waiting to pour the sticky liquid onto his pancakes. I looked back at my own plate, which I had barely touched.
I hadn't even opened much, I just had no appetite. My stomach was twisting enough from all the anxiety.
"What the hell Zayn, are you on a diet or something?" his voice asked me in a joking and light tone. At least I assumed it was meant jokingly.
I looked at Justin, who was sizing me up, nodding his head at my untouched plate. The other guys were watching me with curious eyes.
"Are you a cop?" I snapped back, glaring at him as his eyes flashed with that damned mirth and mischief, as if my words didn't matter to him.
"No, but do you want me to read you something from the law book?" he replied, unimpressed and relaxed, as if my words had no weight.
"I bet you know it by heart anyway, Bieber, you wanted to be a refugee, didn't you?" I snapped back, my fists clenching as the anger and stress welled up inside me.
"I even have my own handcuffs." His eyes glittered even more.
I snorted but couldn't ignore the heat in my lower half. "Never thought of you as a Shades of Grey guy, Bieber, do you like getting your ass spanked? I'd happily kick your ass."
"Are you on your period again, Zayn? You're acting kind of bitchy," he stated as he began cutting his waffles, the syrup dripping from his fork before he could shove them in his mouth.
"Do you hear that, Bieber?" I sneered. "That's my 'I don't give a fuck' voice."
Niall choked on his orange juice as the others at the table looked at us with wide eyes, the only one who just rolled her eyes and grinned was Heidi, knowing that we were, you know, married.
"That's what hunger does to people, it turns them into the Incredible Hulk." Justin introduced me, which made me glare at him. "Eat Hulk, eat." his voice deepened as he tried to imitate the green monster.
I glared at him. "It's pretty hard to find anything appetizing when I have your face in front of me."
"You're not particularly nice to look at yourself, Zayn. You look like a lumberjack. I bet your vagina looks like a rainforest." his eyes hardened slightly as I hit him right in the ego with my previous comment.
"If anyone here has a vagina, it's you, Bieber. And wasn't it you who just went through puberty yesterday or something?"
He shook his head and reached over to pat my hand. "You're wrong Zayn, it was you who got your period yesterday."
I shook my head and cracked my knuckles. "We get it, you're both pussies and you can share pads and tampons, but have you thought about the others here? We're trying to eat here." Heidi stepped in, rolling her eyes as she tried to shove a piece of fruit into her mouth.
I put my eyes on the plate in front of me and my stomach clenched telling me I shouldn't eat anything because I'd throw it up later. So I did what my stomach suggested and pushed the glass plate away from me.
"So wasteful." Justin commented with a grin.
"Yes, Justin, the chair was really a waste since you belong on the floor." I replied with a grin of my own and I could see his eyes widen, showing me that he either liked my answers, enjoyed my attitude, or was even impressed.
The boys tried to hide their laughter and I felt pride rising in my chest. When I turned my gaze to the boys, I saw that they were in some sort of state of shock. None of them had ever seen me like this.
"What? No quick response?" I could feel the corners of my mouth lifting as Justin just continued to eat his food as if nothing had happened.
He looked up, his eyes sparkling with something all too familiar to me, but his lips didn't move. I just crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow expectantly.
He shrugged.
"Why should I bother with such a waste of space?"
The grin automatically fell from my face and I shook my head in disbelief. "You're such an asshole," I whispered, defeated.
"Hey Justin, that was maybe a bit too - " Niall started, but I motioned for him to be quiet. I wasn't hurt, I wasn't surprised, and I definitely wasn't insulted.
Justin just laughed. "If you can't stand the heat, Zee, get out of the kitchen."
"Of course you're in the kitchen, bitch," I snapped back, the previous anger returning.
"Whoa, excuse me?! Was that meant to be sexist?!" Heidi interrupted.
I looked over at her and rolled my eyes. Others would apologize now, but I wasn't one to discriminate against people and this comment was necessary.
"He just insulted himself anyway, Heids," Justin replied from his corner and I narrowed my eyes and looked angrily into his eyes.
"Why do you keep insisting that I'm the girl?!" I demanded.
So many emotions flashed in his eyes, I could only catch a few as they switched from one to the next so quickly. He just shrugged and pulled out his phone, never answering my question.
I rolled my eyes, typical Justin, he just loved to piss me off.
The guys laughed and shook their heads, kind of incredulous. I think they were shocked at how quickly we could both hurl insults at each other.
My phone vibrated and I took it out of my pocket. I looked at the screen pissed off when I saw the message.

Because you're my wifey, of course. Everyone knows that the bottom is the girl in the relationship.

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"Why are you changing the damn channel every two seconds?!" I asked angrily. We were all sitting in Liam's room in front of the TV, having decided to watch a movie or something.
"Because nothing decent is on!" Justin shouted back and continued to press the buttons on the remote.
"And how do you know that?! You don't look long enough before you switch back!" I replied and wanted to rip the control out of his hand.
"What are you doing? I get to choose, not you!" Justin held the control in midair so I couldn't get to it.
"Then make up your mind!" I growled and sat down next to him again. Even though he was acting irritating and moody, I was somehow glad he was here.
He rolled his eyes and pressed the buttons a few more times until he chose Fast Five. Then I suddenly felt him drop his head into my lap.
"What do you think you're doing here?!"
"What does it look like? I used your fat thighs as a pillow," he replied and looked for a comfortable position.
I slapped him on the back of the head. "Get off me, fatso, you're not staying on top of me."
He ignored me and stayed with his head on my lap, his hair brushing my stomach as he moved a few more times. I sighed in annoyance and ran my fingers through the soft and smooth hair. My fingers tingled as I started to play with the strands and Justin sighed in contentment.
I grinned when I saw his eyes slowly close as I continued to run my fingers through the thick curls. Then I decided to give it a hard tug.
"Ow! What the hell, Zayn?!" Justin immediately sat up, rubbing the spot I had pulled, an angry look on his face.
I giggled and shrugged. "I told you to get down, you didn't hear me."
"That doesn't mean you have to shave my head, asshole." He glared at me, his eyes blazing, but all I could do was roll my eyes and turn my attention to the TV.
"Did you really just pull Justin's hair?" Niall asked with a hidden laugh and red cheeks.
"Yeah, he did, but it's okay, Niall. Zayn is an undercover Belieber and it was clear he wanted a lock of mine." Justin shrugged and Niall burst out laughing.
Liam and Heidi were far too busy in a little world of just laughing, grinning and kissing. Liam fell for her, he fell hard and anyone with eyes in their head could see it. And if you couldn't see it, you felt it.
"Why would I want some of your thin strands?"
Justin's hand went into his hair and he glared at me. "Unlike you, I don't have to do much with my hair, it's perfect as it is."
I snorted, cracked my knuckles and I could hear Niall laughing. I gave him a "what's so funny?" look and he just shrugged.
"I swear, Zayn, if I find a bald spot, I'll come into your room tonight and shave off all your pubic hair," he threatened and I grimaced at the thought of being completely bald down there.
"If you do that, I swear. I'll shave off your eyebrows," I challenged.
"And I would shave your head bald," Justin replied, not the least bit deterred. As if he didn't take my threats seriously.
"Could you please shut up, I'm trying to watch a movie," Heidi interrupted.
We all looked at her in disbelief. "You were hardly paying attention anyway!" Justin growled at her.
"Yes, now I do and I would really like to see The Rock, because that guy is really hot." she tossed her hair dramatically over her shoulder.
Liam didn't seem too thrilled with what she had just said, because he crossed his arms and legs. "Hey Heidi, I think you should watch what you say when your boyfriend is around." Justin teased, as he seemed to notice how Liam reacted.
Heidi rolled her eyes. "He's not my boyfriend, idiot."
Liam looked at her in disbelief. "I'm not?!"
Heidi gave him a meaningful look. "I haven't been officially asked yet, have I?"
"I thought that was obvious..." Liam simply said.
Heidi crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "So I shouldn't expect any romantic gestures from you?"
Liam laughed slightly. "Romantic gestures? No offense, but you don't seem like the romantic type."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Heidi snapped defensively.
"You're not particularly feminine or girly, Heidi," Liam stated as if it were no big deal.
"That's true, but I still have a vagina and I want to be treated like a woman." Everyone in the room could feel the tension building and everyone knew that maybe they should back off.
"You know what, I think I'm going to go see Louis and Harry," Niall said quietly, heading for the door.
Justin seemed to agree with Niall that he should get out too. "Hey Zayn, do you want to go swimming?"
"What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't you see the weather?" I looked at him in disbelief.
Justin rolled his eyes. "They have an indoor pool and a hot tub here," and then he grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the couch as you could practically hear the storm approaching. If Heidi was anything like Justin, which she definitely was, this argument was going to get pretty loud and escalate in a few seconds.
The couple who were already standing there didn't seem to care that we were all just running away. Justin pulled me behind him and slammed the door behind us as we heard Heidi complaining that he wasn't treating her the way she deserved. Justin let go of my hand and I shoved it in my bag. "Meet me at the pool. I think we could use a little swimming after all this."
I immediately felt the blood rush to my head. "I don't think I'll swim."
Justin's eyes widened. "And why not?"
I bit my lip. "Because I can't even swim."
"How the hell is it that a twenty year old man doesn't know how to swim or drive a car?!" he asked, throwing his hands in the air in disbelief. I opened my mouth to answer but he said, "It doesn't matter, there's a hot tub and you could use some relaxation. Especially after yesterday. Put on some swimwear and bring a towel because we're going whether you want to or not. I'm sure it will do you good." and then he started to push me in the direction of my hotel room.
I walked through the halls of the quiet hotel, a soft white towel thrown over my shoulder. The hotel was pretty empty, with just a few people here and there.
When the elevator dinged, I walked out and made my way through the lobby, which was completely empty except for the guy behind the counter who was busy on the computer and didn't seem to notice me.
I actually had no idea where the pool was but I didn't really want to ask the guy because that would only end in an awkward situation. I just strolled through the halls and prayed that I would find this indoor pool that Justin had insisted on going to.
I would be lying if I said I found it right away. I turned around too many times and even ended up at the cafeteria, which was closed because of the storm.
When I finally got to the pool, I wanted to throw myself in the elevator and bury myself in my bed. But I knew that Justin would kick the door down if I didn't get there soon.
I opened the door and walked onto the typical blue tiled floor, a row of lounge chairs lined up next to the pool and the room was empty except for a single body swimming laps underwater.
I saw the clothes and shoes on one of the white chairs and just from the Nike sandals I knew it was Justin's.
I walked over to the chair and put my things right on the one next to it. I was wearing a white plain shirt with black swimming trunks, plus flip-flops that I had bought in California once.
I sat down on the chair, knowing that no amount of elephants could drive me into that pool. I've been scared to death of water since I was a child. The water and, yeah, we didn't get along very well. That was also the reason why I was twenty and still couldn't swim. I was too scared to even think about learning.
I watched Justin's back move smoothly under the water as he threw his arms forward and his feet splashed the water slightly, I watched with slight envy as he could swim so easily, as if it was second nature. I wished I could learn but just the thought of going further into the water than where I could stand made my throat tighten and my heart start beating faster.
Justin seemed to be getting tired because his face surfaced and he was breathing heavily. His hair hung flat in his face and his lips seemed red, absolutely inviting.
When he saw me, his eyes began to shine and he immediately swam towards me where the stairs were. I could already hear my heart beating against my ribs.
He took his time climbing the stairs and I unconsciously licked my lips as I saw him in full, bare torso and wet. His legs were tanned and shiny from the water, his crotch only seemed bigger in the perfectly fitting swim trunks. My lower half didn't mind as I took in the view of his muscular chest. I'd seen him shirtless before but it's always different when you're wearing a bathing suit, it was just like that.
My body heated up as he approached me, throwing his hair back so he could see and I didn't care that a few drops landed on my shirt. I was far too focused on his biceps moving delicately under the golden skin.
"Are you sure you don't want to swim a bit too? I'll make sure you don't drown, Wifey." There was a hint of hope in his eyes as he assured me. I was sure he would take care of me and it had nothing to do with him or his ability to swim, I just didn't like deep water.
Also, the corners of my mouth twitched every time he called me Wifey, I had started to like it and hated it when he called me Zayn, it just didn't sound right coming out of his mouth. "Um, nah, it's fine," I laughed softly.
He shrugged. "How come you don't know how to swim? I know Britain doesn't have many beaches but man, you've got to have been in a pool at least once."
"Does it matter why? I just can't," I snapped, hoping he would make a comment about my mood and drop the subject.
He rolled his eyes. "You really need to relax before you have a heart attack at 25. Take off your clothes and get your ass in the hot tub," he ordered me, walking over to the control panel to presumably turn the pool on.
I snorted, not liking the way he was shooing me around. However, I did take off my shirt and could feel his eyes on my bare back. I started to grin as I felt him practically admiring me. I knew backs were sexy and muscular but it was nice to have a little reassurance.
I started to get into the small pool, since it wasn't particularly deep I could handle it, it was practically like a bath. Not as scary as a ten foot deep pool where I could easily drown.
When I stood in the middle I hissed briefly at the hot water but immediately started to enjoy it as my sore muscles relaxed. I sighed contentedly as I sat down and leaned my back against it. I laid my head back and with my eyes closed I could feel how my whole body felt completely relaxed instead of tense and stiff like usual.
I didn't notice that Justin was in the water too until I felt his soft lips on my shoulder, lingering in one small spot and then gently kissing another. With my eyes still closed, I enjoyed his lips on my skin.
His hand reached for mine underwater and I could feel his fingers intertwining as he gave me one last kiss on the back of my neck.
"How are you feeling, Wifey?" he murmured next to my ear.
"Better," I answered honestly. I didn't feel 100 percent good but I felt a lot better than when I woke up this morning.
He hummed and squeezed my hand, played lightly with my fingers and that alone sent lightning raining down my back.
"Why can't you swim, Wifey?" he whispered in my ear. I didn't understand why he was whispering that no one was here and no one was coming that soon. No one swam in a blizzard, only idiots did.
I opened my eyes and saw a Justin, his skin flushed slightly from the hot water. "Because I'm afraid of water," I admitted, I mean, the world already knew that, but I've never felt so embarrassed and uncomfortable about it.
"What are you not afraid of, Wifey?" he muttered quietly and shook his head. He seemed to be slightly lost in thought.
"I'm afraid of everything. I'm a coward," I admitted. "The biggest coward you'll ever meet."
His eyes flashed into mine and I lost my breath at the intensity of his gaze. His caramel eyes darkened, his pupils overshadowed the beautiful brown and I was caught in a trance. Before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine and I made a noise of surprise.
My body shuddered as his lips worked mine without tiring and hungry. I felt lightning dancing all over my body and the heat shot straight to my crotch, desire building.
I backed away, pushing him away before things got too heated. Then I shook my head. "I hate this, I hate you."
His eyes widened and I could see the hurt very clearly in his eyes. "W-what do you mean? I knew we were back to all the teasing, but I didn't think you hated me again. What did I do?"
I shook my head. "Not that, Justin, I hate the effect you have on me."
He slowly started to grin and came on top of me, his chest pressed against mine and I could already feel my self-control slowly slipping.
"And what effect do I have on you, Wifey?" he purred.
I looked up at him, something joyful shone in his eyes. "I think you already know that." I glared at him and rubbed my already half-hard crotch against his thigh, which only made his grin grow.
"Is that the only effect I have on you, Wifey?" he whispered as his lips hovered close to my ear, his arms wrapped tightly but gently around my waist.
My eyes rolled back as his teeth lightly nibbled on my earlobe. "Is there another effect you should have on me, Justin?"
He froze where he was, but left a kiss on my neck. "You need to know and tell me." and before I could ask what he meant, I felt his hands on the waistband of my swim trunks, undoing the knot and it turned me on incredibly when he slowly pulled the trunks down.
"How about we put all this anger and stress into something other than arguing, shall we?" I whimpered slightly as his hands stroked my length.
I nodded vigorously. "Please, Justin, distract me."
"Distract me from what, Wifey?" he asked me, a hint of concern in his voice, but it was almost drowned out by the pleasure.
I sighed breathlessly. "From anything." and I pulled his lips to mine, his hands began to caress me, eliciting a moan from me. His full lips made my knees go weak, my heart beat faster, my thoughts disappear.
Justin had an effect on me, an effect that no one else had.