criminal lover || jelena

three.

selena's pov

"Holy shit, you're kidding, right?" I turned to Harry. Silence fell on the table as we all exchanged looks of disbelief. Hearing that Zayn got out of prison with Justin Bieber is like hearing the president became a clown. Wrong. Just plain wrong.

If you want to know exactly who Justin Bieber is then just think of your typical bad guy. Oh wait, I'll make it easier for you. Think of the bad boy in high school, you know the one with all the girls, that's been in jail way too many times and has his own little gang. Yeah, that's pretty much Justin Bieber summed up, but Justin Bieber wasn't that bad boy of a high school, he was the bad boy of everywhere.

Justin Bieber is basically all talk. In my line of work, I hear about him all the time. How he killed a guy with his pinky or how he got shot over and over again in the heart and he lived. There are also rumors that he stabbed his mom at the age of thirteen for making him eat his vegetables, not that I believed that rumor or any of the others about him. It was his reputation that made him what he was, and his reputation was based on tales fabricated from fear. The type of rumors that a five year old would hear about the bogey monster.

In my nineteen years of existence I hadn't ever actually come across Justin Bieber, and I guess I should be thankful for that, I mean I didn't want to be killed by his pinky or anything. But at that moment, I knew I was about to and something told me it would not be pretty.

But what failed to make sense to me was how Justin Bieber had managed to team up with my brother and get out of prison. I mean, Zayn was no idiot. He knew who Justin was. He knew what Justin Bieber did, or supposedly did. So why on earth did he decide that teaming up with Justin Bieber was a good idea?

I was broken out of my train of thought by Logan, who scratched the back of his head uncertainly, He turned to Harry."So...Zayn is with Justin Bieber?"

I swear my brother was a complete idiot or completely deaf. Had he not heard a single word that came out of Harry' mouth?

"No Logan. He's with a dancing cow," I said sarcastically.

Logan ignored me, "But Justin Bieber? Why him? Zayn must have hit his head really hard or something because he seems to be lacking brain cells."

That statement made my lips twitch, clearly Logan and the others took Justin Bieber a lot more seriously than I did. Despite the seriousness of the topic, I nodded in agreement.

"It seems like it," Taylor muttered.

I sighed, "What else did Zayn say?" I asked, hoping to find out the reasons behind his idiotic actions.

"Zayn asked us to meet them," Harry said.

"Them?" I echoed, hoping he wouldn't say what I thought he would.

"'Them' being Zayn and Justin," Harry replied. Logan groaned loudly.

"Oh no," I shook my head, hoping he wasn't actually going to make us follow through with this.

"Oh yes."

"Oh God," I moaned.

"Meet them where exactly?" Taylor asked.

"Las Vegas." I raised an eyebrow. We hadn't been to Vegas in months. Now Zayn and Justin Bieber were asking us to meet them there. "Are we going?" I questioned. I wasn't sure of Harry' intentions. Not now that he knew Justin Bieber was tagging along.

"We don't have much of a choice here."

"Why the hell do we have to meet Justin Bieber?" I asked. "Has Zayn gotten into trouble with him?"

Harry shrugged, "He didn't say, but, knowing Zayn, that's probably the reason."

"What part of 'stay out of trouble in jail' did he not get," Taylor hissed.

"We don't know if he's really in trouble," Logan shrugged. "Maybe he and Justin became best buds in the slammer."

"Oh yeah. That's very likely," I said, the sarcasm dripping through my voice.

"Seriously, did he get into some kind of trouble?" Taylor inquired.

"If only I knew," Harry replied with a shrug, his shoulders tense. Another awkward silence filled thick atmosphere. I looked around the small, round table at my three brothers. They all had frowns on their faces, lost in thought.

"Come on guys, look on the bright side. Zayn's out of the slammer! We get to see our big brother!" I said.

Taylor nodded, "Selena's right. We get to see Zayn again! We should be excited!"

Logan sighed, "Alright. Come on, we should start making our way to Vegas before Zayn throws a tantrum and ends up losing even more brain cells."

I laughed half-heartedly at his lame attempt at a joke before returning my attention back to the food. I picked up one of my fries, taking a small bite and chewing it slowly before putting it back down, suddenly losing my appetite.

Logan noticed and raised an eyebrow, "Not hungry?"

I shrugged, "Not really."He stuffed his cheese burger in his mouth, not fully closing his mouth so that the whole table could catch glimpses of the food he was enjoying so much. I pulled a face, that boy could eat during an earthquake if he needed to.

"Ready to go?" Logan asked, standing up.

Harry stood up looking more than relieved and Taylor leapt up, pushed away the plate of food he had barely touched.

It was clear that none of them were hungry or eager to talk after the piece of news we ha received.

"Can I drive this time?" I asked Harry after we got to car and he pulled out his keys.

He turned to look at me in horror, "There is no way in hell that you are touching my baby!" he shouted.

I raised an eyebrow, 'His baby?'

"Aw come on, I never get to drive!" I moaned.

"That might just be because you are such a bad driver," pointed out Logan.

"I am not!" I hissed, scowling at him.

"Well what about that time we were picking up cocaine from that port in South Carolina and we told you to floor it because the cops showed up?"

Taylor laughed, "I still have no idea how you knocked down that tree without killing somebody."

"It was an accident!"

"And what about that time we were in Texas and you almost killed that horse trying to do a U-turn? "

"That was once! And I was only seventeen. You can't blame me for that!" I complained.

"Three years later and you're still just as bad," Taylor said, shrugging.

"My point exactly," Harry said shaking his head at me.

"I am not that bad," I pouted, "Please can I drive Harry? Please?"

Harry stared at me for a couple of seconds before sighing, "Fine, but I'm only letting you drive because I'm tired and you're giving me a headache."

I grinned at him. "Yay! Thanks, big bro!"

"But if you hurt my baby," he warned.

"Hazza, I'm your sister. Threatening me isn't going to work," I said.

"Would you stop with the nicknames?" Harry said. I shrugged and climbed into the front seat, slamming the door shut behind me. I could have sworn I heard Harry whimper as I began speeding along the highway.

"Vegas here we come!" Logan shouted.

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