When Two Bad Boys Collide: Zustin Friendship

Where's my Phone

*Justin's POV*

I decided to hang out with Zayn for a little bit. He seems cool. Everyone talks about him. Why not have two gorgeous looking guys hang out?

*No one's POV*
Zayn and Justin decided to hang out in Justin's hotel room.
"Want some hot chocolate?"
"Sure."
"I don't know how to work this. It won't work."
"Nonsense," Zayn said. "Just put this in here...press this... then press this.... then boom."
"Oh. Sweet."
They heard screaming fans.
Justin walked to the window, opened it, and poked his head out.
The fans went bat shit crazy.
Zayn was amazed and decided to poke his head out, too.
The fans cheered even more. Two hotties together? Fuck yeah.
"HEY EVERYBODY!!!!" Justin yelled.
"WE LOVE YOU!" Zayn joined in.
"BUY PURPOSE!"
"BUY MIND OF MINE!"
"BUY JUKE JAM!"
"HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!"
"YALL MY N****S"
Zayn was shoked. Did Justin just use the N word. I thought we were done the racial slurs.
"What did you just say?"
"Oh relax," Justin assured, as he grabbed his phone.
Zayn knew that Justin was gonna get dragged through the pits of hell tomorrow by woke Twitter.
Justin poked his phoned out the window and Snapchatted.
Everyone screamed.
Everything was going great for Justin, until....
"OH SHIT!!!"
"What?!"
"MY PHOOOOOONNE!"
Down Justin's phone went.
"WE GOTTA GO DOWN AND GET IT!!!"
He and Zayn zoomed to the elevator. Justin was livid right now; all he saw was red. They both pressed the buttons like six hundred times.
As a box finally came a minute later, they down.
Panic rose like hell.
"Okay," Zayn said, barely able to breathe. "I-i-it's not like they can get into your pho-"
"MY PHONE WAS ON SNAPCHAT!" Justin reminded. "THEY GONNA BE ALL IN MY MESSAGES AND TWITTER AND SHIT!!!!!"
Zayn slid his hands on his face.
The elevator was going slow as hell.
"HURRY UP!" JUSTIN ERUPTED.
Zayn jumped as he screamed.
The door barely opened an inch and Justin flamed out the door.
They got outside and the people had the nerve to ask Justin and Zayn questions when Justin's phone just took a dive into the fans and paparazzi.
"WHERE'S MY PHONE?!"
No one said anything.
It was obvious someone grabbed it and put it their pockets.
Fuck. It would take forever to find. It could have broken.
To be honest it would be better if it broke rather than if someone grabbed it and took it with them because he can just get a fucking new one.
They looked for it everywhere.
"Y'ALL!" Zayn hollered. "WHO THE FUCK TOOK HIS PHONE!!!!"
The fans just continued saying "I love you Zayn!" "I love you Justin!" and the paparazzi continued asking ignorant questions.
"HEY YOU! IS THAT MY PHONE?!"
He grabbed a fan's phone and literally went through her phone. Zayn decided to do the same.
After a few minutes, Justin screamed "WHO HAS MY FUCKING PHONE!!!!!!!!!!!"
He punched a window. His hand started bleeding.
Fans got scared.
"Hey someone find his phone!" a fan yelled. Everyone started searching. Bout time.
Zayn went to calm Justin down.
"I wanna fight," Justin said. "This is fucked up."