Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 68

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-Three Days Later-

Narrator:

Zayn's neck cracked as he bent it to the side, making him hiss in pain and he had to bite his lip to keep from cursing.

Mama Mallette couldn't help but giggle. "Rough night, eh?"

Zayn's lips twitched in amusement. "The couch is rock hard, I think even the sidewalk would be more comfortable."

Mama Mallette giggled softly and Zayn couldn't help it. He loved that smile. She really was a pretty woman. She was slim, had a fair complexion and she had light blue eyes. And her smile, just like Justin's, could bring a smile to even the most miserable person's face.

"He has your smile," Zayn remarked and looked from her lips into her eyes, it hurt very painful.

Her smile faded and the corners of her mouth turned down. "I've been told that before."

Zayn sighed dejectedly, feeling stupid for bringing up the subject. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

She shook her head, her curly brown hair flying around. "I know, I know you didn't mean to. You're just being nice and I'm overly emotional."

Zayn bit his tongue. on the lip, could not look into her bright eyes that were already filling with tears again. "He is really lucky to have a mother who cares about him so much, who is worried about him, who tells him off when he's wrong. You raised a great son, Pattie."

She sobbed slightly. "It means so much to me to hear that from you. It means so much to me that you think I'm a good mother."

"I think you're a great mother, Pattie," Zayn interrupted, placing a hand on her thigh, his way of offering her comfort.

Her eyes began to glitter even more. "So did your mother, she raised a gentleman. "

Zayn shook his head. "No, she didn't. She tried but I am a disappointment to her."

He felt a hand hit the back of his head and looked at the woman in disbelief. "Don't you dare insult your mother like that, she's proud of you. Any mother who raised a son who always stayed by my son's bedside is the best mother there is in my eyes." Zayn opened his mouth to object. "I have to meet her, does she know that about you two?" she asked, interrupting him. Zayn nodded. "Oh, probably when this is all over. I'm going to need her number." She nudged him playfully with her elbow and winked.

And for a brief moment, he saw Justin. The way she threw her head back and laughed loudly, Justin looked the same. He was caught in a trance and his heart hurt as it started to beat faster. He could see Justin in front of him, laughing and poking him in the side. He could hear his infectious, unmistakable laughter and it raised goosebumps on his arms. Zayn wanted to stay in this fantasy, he wanted his brain to keep telling him that Justin was alive and well, just because then he could finally relax a little and it hurt so much to see Justin in this hospital bed every day -

"Excuse me? I'm sorry to interrupt you -"

"No, no, it's more than fine. Is there any news from my son?" asked Mama Mallette, both of them sitting in the hallway and watching the nurses change shifts every now and then.

They immediately sat up straight and gave the doctor their undivided attention.

The doctor picked up the clipboard and looked at it briefly. "Yes, there is." He smiled slightly. "I have some good news about the patient's recovery."

"What is it about?" asked Zayn and his heartbeat quickened and Pattie's fingers intertwined with his as the doctor let her hang.

The doctor sighed, the weight on his shoulder becoming a little lighter as she spoke. "It looks like the patient is making good progress in his recovery. My colleagues and I have decided to minimize the dosage of the medication that put him in the coma."

Mama Mallette's hand almost crushed his and she took deep breaths over and over before she could ask with tears in her eyes, "Does that mean he'll wake up?" the tears of hope overflowed.

The doctor bit his lip. "Slowly but surely over the next twenty-four hours, then he should be awake and breathing on his own." She was not direct but honest.

Mama Mallette could no longer control her sobs of relief. She almost burst from the joy. "Besides, he will soon be moved to one of the regular rooms and then there will be more than just two visitors with him at once."

Zayn's knees went weak at the information given and before he could understand it all, two thin arms wrapped around his waist and a small head pressed itself into the crook of his neck. His arms hung down at his sides, completely numb and lifeless, the shock of the news was too present.

"He'll be fine, he'll wake up, thank God, he'll be fine." she cried into his chest and hugged him while she looked up at the ceiling, thanking God.

Zayn woke up and came back to reality, slowly he was able to raise his arms and wrapped them around his mother-in-law, rubbing gentle circles on her back and feeling his own tears forming.

"He'll wake up tomorrow, they'll wake him up tomorrow," she whispered. She wanted to hop and jump, she wanted to burst her lungs out and kiss a stranger, she felt so happy, she was so grateful and so, so, so damn relieved.

Zayn felt all of these emotions too, he felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he could finally breathe properly again. He felt as light as a feather, he could sleep properly again that night and of course he could finally stop worrying so damn much.

But that wasn't all he felt, oh no. That was just the beginning of what he felt.

As Mama Mallette continued to cry quietly, his grip on her tightened and he dropped his arms slightly, she noticed this and let him go.

Her cheeks were a little red but she didn't care. She could finally see her son's eyes again. She could talk to him and she could finally be sure of the fact that her son was still alive.

"Is everything okay, Zayn?" she asked, he had barely shown any reaction in the short time she had almost collapsed. He wasn't the type to show his emotions easily and quickly. She had noticed that.

Zayn cleared his throat and his gaze wandered to the tearful woman. "I just need fresh air, just fresh air..."

Mama Mallette understood immediately. "I know it's a lot at once, should I come with you? Or should I send Niall after you when he comes back from Starbucks?"

Zayn shook his head almost too quickly, which scared Pattie a little. "I just need to be alone now. I need to walk a bit." And he didn't wait for an answer, he just started walking, feeling her gaze on his back.

He looked ahead, stopping himself from looking over his shoulder again. He kept walking, apologizing when he bumped into the nurses, and when he knew he was out of sight, he looked over his shoulder. That way he saw that no one who knew him was behind him, and that's when he ran.

He made his way through the halls, mashing the elevator button to go down, shuffling his feet when it wasn't going fast enough.

The bell rang and he jumped out of the elevator, nearly knocking over a woman carrying a coffee cup, and ran through the hospital lobby, his lungs nearly collapsing and adrenaline racing through his feet.

When he reached the doors that opened on their own, he took a deep breath before stepping out.

He knew what he was doing, it was an automatic thing he did. It was like instinct, it was like he always did it.

And when Zayn got into one of the taxis parked on the side of the road, he did what he did best.

-*-

Niall whistled to himself, took a sip of his Frappuccino and was careful not to drop the box of fresh muffins. He also balanced two more drinks for Zayn and Pattie under his arm.

He rounded the corner and saw Mama Mallette standing there alone, wiping her eyes, but it was the first time she had seen a smile on her face. The corners of his own mouth twitched, her smile was truly infectious.

"You have a beautiful smile, Mama Mallette. It's obvious where Justin gets his good looks from." Niall handed her the coffee mug with a grin.

She laughed. "You're so sweet, Niall, thank you." She took a sip of her coffee and sighed as the lukewarm liquid warmed her from the inside.

Niall grinned in response. "Can I ask why you're smiling?"

Her smile grew wider and her eyes began to shine. "They'll wake him up tomorrow, tonight they'll reduce the medication dosage. Tomorrow he'll be awake and breathing on his own."

Niall's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Oh, thank God!" he sighed with relief and laughed.

"This is the second best day of my life," Mama Mallette agreed with a smile.

"What was the first best?"

A gentle smile now played around her lips and affection shone in her eyes. "When I gave birth to him, became a mother."

Niall rubbed her shoulder and found the way she spoke absolutely adorable. "That's so sweet, but also really cheesy."

she laughed but nudged him slightly. They both started laughing and finally let go of all the tension.

Niall took another sip and only then noticed that someone was missing. "Where's Zayn?"

Mama Mallette's carefree smile faded and she had to bite her lip for a moment. "He went outside, he said he needed some fresh air."

Niall hummed absently and put the straw between his lips again. Somehow he knew that something wasn't quite right. He could feel it, but he didn't know what.

However, he shook off the feeling, took another big sip and when the warm liquid touched his tongue, his eyes widened in realization.

"How long has it been since he left?" Niall asked frantically.

"Uhmm, maybe twenty minutes ago, why?"

Niall looked at her in complete shock, "Shit," he cursed and immediately sat up straight and pressed the muffins and cups into her hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked, a little amused by his behavior.

"Fucking hell! Sorry, I have to go, I have to find him."

"What? Why? He said he wanted to be alone." she called after him.

He turned around. "Of course he does, Pattie! He always does that."

"What are you talking about? What's happening?" Her voice rose an octave, completely confused.

"He always does it when something is difficult for him. Whenever he has to face something," Niall murmured, and the woman almost didn't hear his words. "

What does he always do? You speak in riddles, Niall, I don't understand. I don't know him like you do," she tried to get him to tell her what he was talking about.

Niall shook his head, showing her not to follow him. "He's running away, Pattie. He's running away."

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Zayn stuffed his things back into his suitcase, hastily throwing in all the clothes that were lying around the room, then ran into the bathroom to get the rest, not even thinking about what he was doing.

He ran full of adrenaline, not bothering to wipe away his tears as he locked the suitcase. He didn't care that he would forget some things.

He had the instinct to run away and that right then and there. He couldn't deal with it all anymore, he couldn't face what he had done and in any case, he couldn't look him in the eye.

Zayn froze for a moment, his eyes bulging as he realized what he was doing. He couldn't help it, he did what he always did. He did what he was born to do.

And he couldn't do anything against the urge, he just had to let himself be carried away. He was too weak not to do it.

He was so close to running away, so close to running out the door, but something stopped him. Something stopped him from grabbing the suitcase and walking out the door like he had done so many times before.

He couldn't stop himself, as if feet were taking him to the other side of the room, that one thing he wanted so damn desperately still on top of the dresser, glistening prettily in the sunlight. He knew it wasn't his, he knew it wasn't meant for him anymore, but he couldn't stop his hand from taking it.

He stared at it, admiring the sheer beauty, reading the engraved writing over and over. He pressed the ring to his chest, took a deep breath and put it to his lips, the cool white gold making him smile. He closed his eyes, pursed his lips and pressed them against the metal.

Then he heard footsteps jogging up the stairs and his eyes snapped open. On instinct, he put the necklace with the ring in his pocket and whirled around as the blond stormed into Justin's room.

Niall was breathing heavily, his cheeks were red and he looked at Zayn maturely. "Oh, damn, thanks. Good thing I found you before you made the biggest fucking mistake of your life."

Zayn took a step back from the dresser, quickly fumbling in his pocket to make sure the ring was still there. "What are you talking about? I'm just packing my stuff, tidying up a bit."

Niall snorted. "Right after you were told Justin was going to wake up? Yeah right." Niall wanted to yell at him and make him understand what bullshit he was telling him.

"Just a coincidence, Niall."

"You're a fucking coincidence, asshole! I'm trying to stop you from doing what you do best, running away."

Zayn snorted too and rolled his eyes. "Why do you think that? I'm not running away, why should I?"

Niall folded his arms and nodded towards the closed suitcase. "You tell me."

Zayn bit his lip and couldn't answer. "Why are you running away, Zayn? Why are you doing it again?"

"What do you mean? I just said I don't want to run away, Niall." Zayn couldn't look him in the eye and wanted to get out of that door right now.

Niall threw his arms in the air in frustration. "Stop lying! Why can't you be honest just once in your life?!"

"Be honest about what, Niall?! What do you want me to tell you?!" Zayn immediately shouted back, feeling helpless.

Niall froze and he opened his mouth before closing it again and opening it again and saying in shock: "You can't go, Zayn, you can't fucking leave."

"God damn it, Niall, I'm not leaving!" Zayn defended himself, trying to convince Niall to leave him alone so he could finally leave and take the last minute flight home to London.

Niall screamed. "Yes you will! Because that's what you always do, Zayn! You leave when things get serious, you leave when things get too intense, you leave when you can't handle it and you just disappear when you should be fighting! You just give up, Zayn. You always do. Always." the last word was quiet, while he had just shouted the others.

Zayn opened his mouth. "No, I'm not, what are you talking about? I don't always leave when things get serious."

Niall smiled sadly, making Zayn's heart ache. "You never admit anything, Zayn. You're so scared of what will happen when Justin opens his eyes."

Zayn could practically hear his heart rattling. "No, I didn't. He'll be fine, Niall, he'll be fine." he shook his head feverishly.

"Why would you please leave when he's getting better? Why were you by his side the whole time if you don't plan on being with him afterwards? Why did you go through all of this? Why did you cry for him, Zayn?" Niall wanted to know, stumbling over his words. He was so confused.

"I just had to be sure that my ex-husband would be okay, I just had to be sure..." he whispered.

Niall's eyes widened. "Ex-husband? What are you talking about?"

Zayn didn't answer him, he just walked over to his suitcase and opened it, rummaging through his clothes, apparently looking for something. He searched hastily, about to give up in frustration when his fingertips hit what he wanted. He grabbed it and pulled it out.

Niall gasped and put his hand over his mouth when he saw in shock what it was. "Is this what I think it is?"

Zayn reached into the manila envelope and slowly pulled the papers out. He looked down into his hands, his eyes closing as he realized once again what this was and what it would mean. Then he turned around, nodding slowly.

"Yeah."

"Zayn, don't do that, don't sign it, Zayn. Think about it again." Niall pleaded, looking at his best friend who was looking at the stack of papers in front of him.

"I did, I've thought about it for a long time, Niall." Zayn admitted, his fingers tightening around the papers.

"Please tell me you're going to tear them up." Niall continued to beg, even though he knew that wouldn't happen.

Zayn looked up from the annulment papers, biting hard on his lip, which began to tremble. "Do you have a pen?"

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