Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Epilogue

Narrator:

Las Angeles, California.

"When we get back we'll have our Justin Bieber with us!" shouted an excited Big Boy, the radio presenter, into his microphone, telling his many, many listeners something. The whole crew stood in a big circle around him, the mixing desk was not far away and the On Air flashed brightly as everyone waited for the arrival of the guest who had just slowly strolled through the door.

Big Boy looked at him with a grin as he told his employee to put on another song since the Canadian pop star was taking so long.

Big Boy stood up and carefully put down his headphones before walking through the glass doors to greet the early guest who would be joining them on their morning show.

"Morning JB." the host greeted, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"How's it going, Big Boy?" he accepted with a tired grin on his face.

"I'm doing great, and you?" he asked as the crew started to get everything ready while the music continued to blare.

Justin nodded with a grin. "See, you look great!" he said as he noticed that Big Boy wasn't as big as he was last year.

The others' lips curled into another grin. "Thanks man, I've worked hard on myself over the last year, my blood pressure is now where it should be and I feel better than ever before!"

Justin Bieber stiffened a little as he looked jealously at the other guy who could manage a smile so easily, but he shook the negative feelings aside. "I'm happy for you, that's great!"

Big Boy was just about to answer when the team motioned for them to sit down. Justin immediately rushed to the chair and black headphones were pressed into his hand. He casually swung a space behind his head as he listened to the chilled music fade out and watched as the crew got Bog Boy ready to continue broadcasting.

"Good morning guys, this is your man, Big Boy!" his accent deepened. "And with us is the great Justin Bieber!" how are you?" he asked over the cheering in the studio.

Justin just laughed quietly, seeming a little amused by the situation. "I'm fine."

"That's good to hear man, you've been knocking out some hits lately, we -beep- love Wait For A Minute, your collab with Tyga." he said. He could have asked about what happened in the courtroom, but he already knew all about that, and he wasn't one to bring up people's mishaps.

Justin's smile grew. "Thanks, it was different than usual and it was fun, Ty is a great performer, talented rapper and good to hang out with."

The small talk continued, Big Boy played some leaked unofficial remixes and Justin laughed along as he and Bog Boy rapped the nonsense lyrics together, Bog Boy and Justin were having a good time.

"So what else is up? What have you been up to?" Big Boy finally asked.

Justin bit his lip and a small smile crept onto his face. "I've been concentrating on the music for the most part, man. It's fun just being twenty."

The other nodded in agreement. "So no girls?"

A pair of beautiful brown eyes flashed in Justin's mind for a moment, which made his heart crack, but he shook his head. "No relationships, I make sure I'm okay, that I'm having fun. I just ended a serious relationship and don't want to jump into another one straight away. I just want to hang out with my friends and family. I want to write songs, meet my fans and just enjoy life. I haven't done that in a long time and I need a change, I mean, you're only young once and I have all the time in the world to fall in love again."

Big Boy smiled contentedly and liked the other's view of life. "Have you recovered well too? Are your ribs healthy again?"

Justin grimaced and rubbed his chest, the scar was visible through his low-cut shirts. "It's okay, it still hurts sometimes, I've even gained weight because I can't lift weights anymore. So you'll be skinnier than me soon, man."

Big Boy laughed. "Imagine that, I never thought the day would come when I would be hotter than Justin Bieber."


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London, England.

Zayn Malik stood in front of one of the tall buildings, staring up at the skyscraper. He couldn't keep his hands still, nor his feet, he rocked back and forth impatiently while biting his lip, not knowing exactly what to do now.

He shook his head. "No, Zayn, you have to do this, you can't talk your way out of it again," he said to himself, not caring that he probably looked like a psychopath talking to himself.

He looked at the straight steps that led into the house, hesitantly and taking a deep breath, he slowly started to walk towards them with his hands in his pockets.

He had already called once to make an appointment for a few days ago, he knew that if he hadn't done that, he wouldn't have shown up at all. He would have looked for an excuse and said he had something unimportant to do or he would have fallen back into his old behavior of refusing everything and only caring about himself.

Zayn was still afraid of what he was doing but he had to do it, he had confessed all his feelings to Niall, it was quite difficult to say what it was so honestly and directly but it didn't help him. He was suffering because of it and Niall was really worried about him.

This was also Niall's suggestion, by the way, Niall had been insisting the whole time that he should finally pick up the phone and tried to convince him that it was the best thing. However, it was someone in particular who made him actually do it. They hadn't spoken to each other, but the simple thought of him had motivated him.

Zayn strolled through the building, mustering all the will to live he had left and racing to the elevator, mentally motivating himself as he pressed the button and stepped into the metal box.

It was quiet, perfect. Just the right environment for Zayn to convince himself that he could turn around and talk his way out of here.

Zayn cursed himself; that was exactly why he was here. Because of this fear. He was tired.

He couldn't have stumbled out of the elevator any faster, he raced to the office that he knew might be able to help him. His heart was pounding in his throat, his fists shaking at his sides. He was nervous and almost panicked as he slowly opened the door and found himself facing a woman leaning over her laptop, talking to her secretary.

The woman glanced at him but when she realized who it was she straightened up and muttered something to her secretary and waved Zayn over.

"Please come with me, Mr. Malik." she asked with a warm smile that did nothing to calm his nerves.

He followed her like a shadow as she went through a door into another room with two small couches, large windows with a fantastic view and a small desk with a laptop on it.

"And please sit down, Mr. Malik, make yourself at home," she said as she reached for her glasses and a notepad that was especially for him.

Zany bit his lip nervously and his knees twitched as he sat down on the leather sofa. He stared at the door, wanting to run out and never come back, but she had already turned her gaze to him again and taken a deep breath.

"Well, Mr. Malik, may I just wish you a good morning." She greeted him properly and crossed her long legs as she watched the boy, who was visibly struggling. He radiated nervousness and absolute fear and she could see that he wanted to be here just as much as he didn't want to be here.

Zayn cleared his throat and crossed his arms, feeling uncomfortable being watched. "Morning."

Her smile did not fade. "Okay, why are you here? What do you want to achieve?"

Zayn's arms remained crossed, his bee bobbing slightly up and down and his teeth digging deeper into his lower lip. "Okay, then let's start with something simpler. Why did you decide to see a therapist?"

Zayn's throat tightened, his arms didn't relax, but his knees stopped bouncing. "Because..." he trailed off.

She smiled kindly, pushed back her glasses and put the pen on the notepad before setting it on the floor. "You said on the phone that you wanted to work on your trust issues because you lost someone really important to you because you were so scared."

Zayn's eyes darkened and the weight on his chest became heavier again, but he nodded shakily. "Okay, then I have to commend you for coming at all, Mr. Malik, it must have taken a lot of courage to come and look for help."

Zayn didn't like the word help, but he couldn't deny that he needed it. "So let's start at the beginning?"

"You don't have permission to tell anyone, do you?" he asked harshly, but he had to be sure.

She shook her head. "There is something called doctor-patient confidentiality, so if I tell anyone anything you tell me in this room, I can lose my license and you can fine me heavily."

Zayn let out a shaky but relieved breath, his nerves getting the better of him as he put his hands between his knees and looked up to meet her green eyes. "What do you want to know?"

she smiled at his ignorance, this was all new to him. "Whatever you want to tell me, Mr. Malik."

So Zayn had control over what he wanted to say and what he didn't, he had control over how the whole thing would progress and that scared the hell out of him. "Where do I start?" he asked almost breathlessly with a bitter laugh, the only thought that came to his mind was, I'm at the end.

Her smile widened and took on something almost teasing. "Well, the beginning would be an option, but of course we can also start at the end and work backwards."

His cheeks reddened almost immediately. "I think I'll start with the last eight months then."

"Why exactly those eight months, if I may ask?" she asked curiously. The way the emotions flashed in his eyes let you know that something bad must have happened to this man. Something that drove him to actually seek help.

Zayn let out a long sigh. "You wouldn't understand if I didn't start from the beginning."

She laughed. "Then go on, Mr Malik. We only have two hours and I'd hate to waste that time. So please, what makes these eight months so significant?"

And that was the moment Zayn finally opened his mouth and told the story of how he was thrown into the fastest and wildest rollercoaster he had ever been on that had made his mind race, he told passionately about how this enigma of a man had turned his entire life into chaos and scared him so much. He confessed everything about this affair hidden from the world. Every argument, every kiss they had shared, every time they had made love but didn't know it at the time and how damn close and yet far away they were from being together. Really together.

Zayn told the (epic) great story of how he became what he was and is no longer.

Mrs. Bieber.