Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 60

Zayn

My eyes fluttered open and I looked at a white blanket that didn't look like the one in my hotel room. I tried to sit up, but my back protested. I held back the cry of pain because it hurt like hell. Then I looked down and noticed that I had over five blankets on me and was almost naked. I was extremely hot.
Then I noticed that I was in a hospital bed. Not the kind you would find in a hospital, but one like in a doctor's office.
The room was empty and I started to unwrap myself from the many blankets and sheets. I didn't want to leave the warmth but I had no fucking idea where I was and why the hell I was in my shorts. Why was no one here?
I started to panic when I noticed that Justin wasn't there either. He wasn't even in the same room as me. I was alone and I didn't like the feeling.
"Oh! You're awake! Good morning, Zayn." an older woman with a loose knot came in, a cup of coffee in her hand and what looked like a diagram.
My heart jumped into my throat. "Who are you? Where am I?"
She looked at me, a gentle smile on her face. She looked nice, like someone you could trust. "I'm Sherrie and you're in a hospital, honey."
My eyes widened and that's when it clicked. "My boyfriend, is he here? Where is he? Is he okay?" I asked, worry welling up in my chest.
Sherrie walked over to me, put a hand on my shoulder and said, "You need to calm down. You both got here half frozen, you need to relax. And he's fine, really."
I slumped and exhaled. My chest hurt. "Why does my chest hurt so much?"
Sherrie laughed. "You ran through a snowstorm and had serious hypothermia, your lungs had to work hard, they'll be sore for a few days, Zayn."
"How do you know my name?" I remembered telling her.
"Your husband, Justin told us, he's a nice young man. He was lucky to find me here, you poor thing, you were completely lost on his shoulder."
My mouth fell open slightly. "He- he carried me all the way here?"
"Indeed, my child. And he has insisted all this time that we take care of you first." she smiled slightly as she pulled out a stethoscope and a thermometer.
"Let me check your temperature quickly, you may feel warm but your body may have a different opinion." and as I opened my mouth to answer she stuck the thermometer in my mouth. I could see the amusement in her eyes glinting as I looked at her in surprise.
I waited until she took the thing out of my mouth and explained, "93.7, still a bit below normal temperature but with warm clothes and a cup of coffee it should be fine."
"I think he would prefer a cup of tea, he is still British." interrupted a voice that made my heart jump and I sighed in relief when I saw him standing there alive and well. Even his cheeks were flushed.
Justin was holding a cup in his hands and I could see a tea bag in the hot water. "Oh! A cup of tea is absolutely perfect, I think I'll make one myself." and then Sherrie was gone.
Justin came over to me and held out the mug. "It's not what Brits usually drink but I hope green tea is OK."
I didn't care about the tea so much as I just took it, set it on a counter and took Justin's hand instead. I pulled him towards me and loved how warm his hands were. The last time I touched them they were ice cold and now the warm large hands were caressing my cheeks.
We didn't need words, the kiss said enough even if it felt completely different to others before. I wrapped my arm around his waist as he moved his lips against mine. All the worry, fear, concern and most of all relief was put into that kiss.
I parted my lips slightly as I pulled him closer, his tongue brushed against mine and I sighed slightly. Then I pulled back, biting my lip.
"You scared the crap out of me, Wifey," he managed to say.
My gaze wandered to the floor. "I know, I know."
"What the hell happened? Did Niall push you down there?! I swear to God, if he did that, I'll kill him the next time I see him," he growled, grabbing my chin so I had to look at him.
I shook my head. "It was an accident, we were having a little snowball fight and then I slipped."
His eyes flashed. "Bullshit," he spat.
Before I could answer, Sherrie came back, sipping her tea. "Oh, it seems like you two have something left to discuss. Finish the tea and then I can let you go."
Justin reached for the cup for me and I took it without protest.

-*-

Where the hell were you?! You stupid bastard!" Heidi screamed as we entered the hotel and she wrapped her arms around Justin, her grip tight around his waist.
And before I realized it, she had also wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me close to her. I almost stumbled because of the crutches Pamela had given me earlier. "I'm so glad you're both okay, I was so worried! What the hell happened to you, Zayn?"
Everyone could feel the tension slowly building up, Niall hid behind Liam's back and I could see the guilt and the tears in his eyes. He blamed himself for what had happened to me, even though in reality it was just an accident, a fucking accident.
"Management will be so fucking mad." Liam groaned in annoyance and ran his hand over his face.
I couldn't help but glare at him and was about to say something when someone beat me to it.
"Zayn almost fucking died in that snow and the only thing you're worried about is your management?! Screw management, Zayn is lucky he's still alive. He was lucky he only sprained his ankle and didn't break his skull!" Justin glared at Liam and the other guys flinched a little at his harsh tone.
Liam seemed completely shocked by Justin's outburst, his jaw was on the floor and his eyes were as wide as soup bowls. "Do you know how self-centered you sound? I can't believe you actually just said that, Liam!" Heidi snapped and linked arms with Justin. "We should get you both upstairs, you look like you could use some sleep." and then she took off our stuff and I walked behind Justin with my crutches, who cleared my way through the guys.
"I'm glad you're okay, Zayn, I'm so sorry." You could see the pain in Louis' eyes, but also the relief that I was here.
"Zayn? Are you coming?" Justin called to me from the elevator, where he was already waiting with Heidi.
I nodded, Justin's hand held the elevator doors open while I worked my way to the elevator on my crutches. When I reached the metal box, I leaned against the wall and put the crutches next to me.
"Now could you please tell me where the hell you were? What happened!" Heidi demanded as the elevator doors closed and we could see the other boys, especially Liam and Niall, looking guiltily after us.
"I slipped and fell, Justin found me," I began.
"Then I took him down to town and we stayed in the hospital overnight," Justin finished. I don't think either of us wanted to talk about the horrible trip down.
Heidi crossed my arms and snorted. "Bullshit, that can't be all that happened."
"Heidi, just let it go. We're both fine and you don't need to start mothering us."
Heidi's cheeks turned red. "Shut up, I was so scared. For both of you! And I'm so glad you're okay. I was about to send out a search party, but the moment I was about to call, you arrived."
She would have sent out a search party? For us? I couldn't believe my ears as she showed us how much she really cared. I didn't know one person could be so scared for two boys. I knew she probably would have done it for Justin, but the thought that she would have done it for me too, even though she barely knew me, meant a lot to me.
"I'm sorry Heidi, I knew we must have scared you." Justin said quietly and opened his arms to pull her into a hug. My heart melted a little as she walked over to him to hug him back and I could see the tears in her eyes running down her cheeks. "I could kill you for just disappearing."
The sound of the elevator interrupted their sweet reconciliation, but when they stepped out, they made sure to leave the elevator doors open as I stalked outside on my crutches.
"Justin, unlock your room, it's big just for the three of us." Heidi said as we walked down the hall.
"Yeah, good idea. I have to take care of my wifey." He looked at me and winked.
I growled. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much."
Justin laughed. "I knew this was coming, but you should be careful not to put too much weight on your foot. So put your fake manhood back away and let me do it."
"Could you please stop flirting? I just want to finally sit down somewhere and get some room service."
"Food sounds good, can you please order the wifey here some soup, his body temperature should stay as high as it is now." Justin opened the door and I was about to protest when Justin looked at me determinedly.
"Sherrie gave me some instructions and I will follow them, so just go with it and keep your mouth shut, wifey," he warned me and my lips twitched a little.
He let me go first and opened the door just wide enough for me to fit through with my crutches, but at the same time the wood didn't hit the wall. My heart warmed when I noticed how lovingly he took care of me and helped me. But I also somehow didn't like that he treated me like I was made of glass.
I felt his hands on my waist as he led me to the large couch in the middle of the room. He took my crutches off me and I leaned against his chest for support. "I'll be fine, Justin, I'm fine." He
didn't answer but didn't let me go. I just rolled my eyes and waited until he pushed me onto the couch, took one of the cushions and placed my leg on it. Despite the gentle movement, I had to grimace slightly.
"Sorry," he whispered and gently stroked my foot with his hand.
"Do you two want pizza? I'm dying for Hawaiian pizza right now," Heidi called from Justin's bedroom, where the hotel phone was.
"Order some with Canadian bacon on them!" I called to her, making fun of Justin a little. (You remember the one with Canadian bacon^^)
I heard her laugh and Justin slapped my thigh lightly. "You're lucky you're hurt, otherwise I would hit you."
I just pursed my lips teasingly and saw his eyes darken. The next moment he leaned forward and kissed me, I couldn't stop the smile that crept onto my face.
"Okay, I didn't know Zayn had a sprained lip, but fine." Heidi amused herself from the doorway and I jerked away from Justin, completely shocked. We just got caught, shit.
"Oh I saw more than that little kiss, gentlemen." she teased but you could see that she was a little annoyed. "Yeah, you heard right. I saw you in the hot tub the other day." she crossed her arms, her lips curled into a grin, and her brows raised. There
was no panic on Justin's face, no, there was something content in his eyes. Like he was pleased that she knew, that anyone knew at all.
"Shit, did anyone else see us? Liam?!" panic rose within me.
"Do you really think he would react so calmly if he knew you two were fucking?" she snorted.
I sighed in relief, but couldn't help rolling my eyes at her choice of words. She and Justin were so alike, they would be the absolute death of my sanity.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Heidi looked over. "That was quick, I didn't know room service could be that fast." she mumbled and steamed off to collect our food.
"Oh, hey Niall!" I could see from the corner of my eye how Justin stiffened, his hands clenched into fists.
"Hey, is Zayn here? I wanted to see how he was." Niall's accent was clearly audible.
"Sure, come in. Justin is here too." Heidi opened the door completely for the Irishman so that my blonde best friend could come in.
When I saw Niall my heart clenched and he almost ran towards me, his arms wide open. I also raised my arms to receive one of his warm hugs when Justin suddenly stood up and blocked Niall's way.
"What the hell, Justin? Let the boy hug him! He was just as scared for him as I was!" Heidi commented on Justin's appearance, who was standing protectively in front of me.
"Did he tell you that it was his fucking fault that Zayn fell down that stupid slope?!" he snapped at her, his hand reaching into the front of Niall's shirt.
The Irishman's eyes were wide open, fear, guilt and excitement visible in them. "I-I-I."
Heidi gasped. "What? No! Niall wouldn't push him off a cliff!"
I tried to get up to push Justin out of the way. "Leave him alone, Justin, it was an accident, he didn't mean to do it."
Justin ignored me. "Did you even think for a single second about running to him to see how he was or to get help? Or were you too busy wallowing in self-pity? Did you know that Zayn could have died if I hadn't found him soon? What kind of best friend leaves the other one lying on the edge of a cliff and doesn't help him?!"
Justin's voice sounded deadly, he was so close to throwing himself at Niall. Niall's eyes were wide and blue, tears swimming in them.
"Justin, stop." I warned.
"No, he's right, I, it was just... I didn't know what to do." Niall whimpered
. "Justin, leave him alone. He was in shock, let him the hell go!" I took my foot off the cushion and stood up on my uninjured foot. "Justin, this is ridiculous. I didn't die, so what's the harm? Let him go. He obviously felt guilty enough, even though I don't blame him." I pushed him aside and pulled Niall out of Justin's grip.
Justin looked at me. "But you could have died, Zayn."
I crossed my arms. "But I'm not, can we please stop talking about what could have happened even though it didn't happen?"
His eyes widened. "I saved you and now I'm the bad guy?" he asked incredulously.
I looked over at Niall who looked scared as hell. "You're not getting upset over nothing, you won't even let my best friend come here. This is my decision, you're not my fucking bodyguard."
Justin continued to look at him in disbelief, his mouth open. He closed it, opened it again to speak, and needed a few seconds to catch his breath. "Do you even realize how it felt to carry your half-frozen body through that snowstorm? And when you passed out, I thought you were dying. I think I have a right to be protective. And especially to be mad at the bastard who is responsible for this happening in the first place!"
"Like I said, Justin. It wasn't his fault. I slipped! And I understand, you want to protect me because I almost died in your arms, but I'm a grown man and I think I can take care of myself. I don't need a nurse Justin holding my hand and insulting my friends." I threw my arms in the air in anger.
(It's getting worse, look for the tissues and say goodbye to Zustin)
That was the moment when everything went quiet. Heidi and Niall were simply silent as they watched our argument. Justin's eyes had hardened, I could see how my words must have hurt and made me angry. But how completely incredulous he looked at me. Then they went blank.
"Fine, looks like today is your lucky day. You can relieve me of looking after him, I'm nothing but the bad guy here." Justin's voice had this bitter undertone that made me flinch.
Niall didn't say anything, he just watched as everything escalated. But you could see that he was totally speechless.
Justin took a step toward him. "Just make sure he breaks his leg this time," he muttered, pushing past him.
"Justin? Where are you going?" I called after him, feeling a painful pounding in my chest as I watched him turn it over.
"To hell, that's where I belong, apparently."

-*-

I looked up at the ceiling and tried to count the squares there. I gave up at twenty-five, but I still couldn't fall asleep.
When Justin stormed into his own hotel room, Niall had offered me to stay in his. He wanted me to forgive him, which I already had or never had to do, but I think he was doing it for himself too. I had barely spoken or asked for anything. The little leprechaun had just turned on the TV and then the silence had broken. Even though I assured him I wasn't mad at him, he still felt guilty and was walking on eggshells.
I think it was because of Justin's outburst. I didn't understand why this man had to make such a big deal out of nothing. He treated me like an incompetent, abused child. I just had a sprain.
I knew it was because I'd almost died and he felt responsible for me. I knew I must have scared the hell out of him, but that didn't mean he could control me. He couldn't make decisions for me, he could help me walk around, give me my painkillers, or keep me company. But that was all.
But because of his overreaction, I was now stuck with Niall.
Niall was behaving so hesitantly and cautiously. That it was almost annoying. I would much rather have Justin around me, he would treat me lovingly but still make me laugh and then piss on me. And then he would probably suggest that I buy a wheelchair because of my disability.
Our flight was planned for the early morning, Niall had told me that because Liam didn't want to disturb me. Like always. And I couldn't wait to get out of this hole. I associated this city with nothing but bad memories, I had had a near-death experience and fallen down a damn slope.
But the trip also had its highlights, there were those moments with Justin that would never have happened if we hadn't flown on the same flight and been condemned to stay in this small town for a few days. Like sex in the hot tub, me as a top. And of course joining the Mile High Club.
I wanted Justin's body next to me, I didn't like seeing the light blonde hair next to me on the pillow. I wanted dirty blonde hair and a golden tattoo covered chest next to me. I wanted to feel his arms around me and I wanted to be distracted from the pain in my ankle. I wanted so badly to get up and make my way down the hall, crawl into his bed and lay my head on his chest. He was the reason I had been able to sleep at all lately and I just wanted to sleep with him for as long and as well as possible.
Then I heard my phone vibrate, the sound on the nightstand pulling me out of my thoughts. Who the hell called me at two in the morning?!
Only one person.
I picked up the phone. "Hello?" I answered.
"Zayn! How are you? It's been a while, huh?" an older voice filled my ears and it took me a few moments to figure out who it was.
"Danny? Why are you calling me so early?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down, which was difficult since I was pretty annoyed with the lawyer. I didn't want to talk to him.
"Oh, I totally forgot the time zones, forgive me? It's after ten in the morning where I am." He didn't sound even the slightest bit apologetic.
I rolled my eyes. "Do you need something or did you just want to wake me up in the middle of the night to annoy me?"
"Oh! I have big news. But I wanted to make sure that it was okay with your schedule. I heard what kind of situation you guys are in and that you're stuck in... Nevada or something," he said, naming the wrong state entirely.
"It's Colorado, Danny, but yeah. We have a flight today. We should be arriving in Atlantic City sometime tonight," I assured him, though I had no idea why he cared. He wasn't our management.
He hummed. "Great! Then it shouldn't be difficult."
"What shouldn't be difficult?"
"Aren't you glad to finally be rid of your husband?" he asked, amused, his voice joyful.
My heart stopped and I sat upright, trying to comprehend what he meant. "W-what?"
"I know, I know! Great news, right? You'll finally be free of that guy!" he laughed, but I didn't find it funny. Not in the least.
"Are you serious?" I asked, my voice becoming monotone as a dull feeling seeped into my heart.
"I'm completely serious. Why aren't you jumping up the walls? You're finally getting what you wanted! A divorce!" My breath caught in my throat, it felt like the walls of Niall's room were crushing me. (Seriously, I was crying... I'm not lying, I sat on my fucking table and cried my eyes out because of something so stupid... why am I like this.)
"S-so soon?" was all I could say. Justin had said, it hadn't even been a month since we last talked about it.
"Hasn't Justin told you? I set a date with Alan, the 23rd. Looks like you're getting an early birthday present!" Danny sounded so excited, relieved and stress-free. I could imagine he was dancing on his tiptoes.
Today was the 17th. God, there were only five days left. Five days until I would be a free man, five days until I would no longer be married. Five days until Justin and I would sign again. Five days until this was all over.
"Good job, Danny," I whispered, unable to get anything else out. I felt like something heavy was sitting on my chest.
"Ha! I'm the worst divorce lawyer in history! I'd have a better chance of being a criminal defense attorney!" he laughed. "Anyway, I know it must have felt like years, but don't worry, Zayn, you won't have to talk to Justin anymore. After the 23rd, you officially won't have to."
Suddenly I started coughing, almost choking on my own spit. "I know you're excited, Zayn, I have everything planned. The only thing you have to do now is be there and then you'll be a free man!"
"That's great, Danny." I cleared my throat, my grip on my phone weakened and I felt like it was about to fall from my hand.
It had fallen into my lap and I could still hear Danny talking about how glad he was that this marriage was no longer on his shoulders, that he could finally breathe more freely and didn't have to have this thing in his head all the time.
It had only been four months since Justin and I had completely hated each other, I just couldn't stand him. I wanted to hit him back then, I hated the idea of ​​being married to that asshole. Four months ago I had asked God why he had to give me such an absolute asshole as a husband. And it hadn't been that long ago that I had detested hearing his voice and having to talk to him.
And it was four months ago when I heard, "Congratulations, honey, you're now married to Justin Bieber," and thought I was about to be punished with the worst thing ever.
And what now? The day I'd been waiting for so long was here, it was only a handful of days away. It was so damn close I could taste it.
Part of me was ecstatic that the day was finally here, that I only had to wait a little while longer before I was officially single again and could sleep with random girls again. I wouldn't have anyone to justify myself to, and no one to call me.
And then there was the part of me that would miss it all, this life that you had when you were married, even if these last four months had been a whirlwind whose name was Justin Bieber. And during that whirlwind, I had never felt more alive.
"Zayn? Are you there?"
I picked up the phone again and held it to my ear. "Sorry, I got a bit off topic."
"It's okay, I should probably let you sleep. But I just wanted to tell you right after Alan confirmed the date," he informed me, making a move to say goodbye.
"Thank you, Danny," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"No problem, really. At least you'll have your last name back now. No more Zayn Bieber."
"I totally forgot," I admitted.
"Really? That's shocking, you've been whining the whole time about how much you hate being called Mrs. Bieber," he joked, reminding me a little of the first few weeks of those four months.
I laughed softly. "I really did say that, didn't I?"
"Sometimes, well, I have to go! Get some sleep, try to enjoy the last few days as Mrs. Bieber," he teased, then ended the call without giving me a chance to answer.
I put the iPhone back on the nightstand, not even worrying about plugging it back in to charge it. I had far more important things on my mind than that.
I sighed heavily, laughed quietly, and shook my head at myself. "Now I've lost the title of Mrs. Bieber, that's right. And I won't hear Wifey anymore either."