Zayn Centric One Shots • Zustin • Ziam

Race Day 1.2- Zustin

Some of them commented for the part 2. I Don't know whether all of you understand the previous one but don't worry this part will contain majority of Zustin only.

"Where is he? Is he ok? Did he crash?" Zayn threw all questions at Frank as soon as he caught sight of the French man.

"Zayn, thank god you are here. Yes, he is alright, just a bit upset and angry. He is in room 106" Frank sighed in relief as he instructed Zayn on where to find the worked up racer.

"And he won't open the door" He called out as Zayn took off running in the direction Frank had showed him.

Zayn had just finished his last exam and was on the way to his dorm rooms, chatting excitedly to his best mate about meeting Justin in another two hours when he noticed all the chattering going around about a car being out of the race. He had just entered his room, when the tv with the race going on live telecast showed Justin being ushered into the Petronus crew building. He immediately threw his bag and books on the bed and sprinted out of the dorms and the campus, taking a taxi to the race circuit. He wasn't sure what got Justin to retire from the race, what will he do if Justin had crashed his car or that asshole of his teammate done something to crash him and he was injured badly?

Zayn hates David with a passion.

It's always an nightmare for Zayn whenever Justin has a race. He always says a small prayer that Justin shouldn't get injured while driving his car. He loves Justin so much to let something happen to him.

"101, 103.. Come on ... 106" Zayn mumbled to himself as he ran in search of the designated room.

He knocked thrice.

"Frank can't you just leave me the fuck alone?!" Zayn flinched back as the harsh tone in his boyfriend's voice. He knew Justin had a temper but he was lucky that he hasn't experienced it, until now.

"Justin open up. It's me, Zayn" he cleared his throat so that his boyfriend could hear him clearly.

Not even a second later, the door threw open. Zayn entered with precaution as the room was pretty dark apart from the lights coming into the window.

Suddenly he was engulfed in a hug as Justin embraced him tightly. He pushed his face in the crook of Zayn's neck as he tightened his arms around his boyfriend's thin waist.

Zayn opened his mouth to interrogate the racer but decided against it as he felt Justin take deep breaths so he just held back tightly.

The lovers stood in each others arms, not uttering a single word for which Justin was thankful for. He didn't need anyone judging him or giving him their sympathy. He just needed his boyfriend. To hold him in his arms and reassure him that all will be alright since he was this close to thrashing the whole room due to his overpowering anger.

"You okay?" Zayn asked him not knowing what else to say as they sat on the black couch on the right side of the room. Justin just simply nodded back. His left hand going up to caress the cheeks of his boyfriend.

"Thank you" he whispered so softly that Zayn couldn't have heard it if he wasn't looking at his face.

"For? I didn't do anything" Zayn whispered back little confused as to why Justin was thanking him.

"You didn't have to do anything, baby. You being here just did everything" Justin whispered back and smiled softly. His eyes softening as he took in the sight of his boyfriend.

"How was your exam? I'm sure you would have aced it" Justin winked at him and Zayn just snorted.

"I should be the one who is supposed to be ask-" Zayn was cut off by Justin "Don't worry, I'm good. We still have next race to win, yeah" Justin spoke softly much contrary to how he was behaving before Zayn arrived. That's what his boyfriend does to him. Zayn brings out the softer and more understanding side of Justin.