My Savior «Zustin Mieber» DD/lb

Three

Zayn's point of view - one month later

I try to focus on the television, but I fail miserably. Justin is supposed to be coming over so we can go to Harry's house for dinner. My leg bounces up and down nervously.

This is the first time Liam and Justin will be in the same room since we've made it official.

About a week after arriving home from the hospital, I had partially returned to myself. I became more open with Justin, letting him in to see who I really am. Two weeks later we had made it official. I had told him about how Liam and I broke up. During the past month he has become a regular member of the 'group'. My friends love him.

"I'm here, baby," I hear his sweet voice call out.

I grab the remote and press the power button to shut the TV off. I walk into the kitchen to find my boyfriend raiding my fridge. "It's nice to see you too," I grumble as I walk past him.

He slams the door closed, standing straight up. "I was looking to see if you needed groceries," he explains. I glance over his outfit as he walks over to me.

"You look very handsome," I place my hands on his hips.

He places his on my shoulders and leans his forehead against mine. "You look so sexy," he whispers. I smile as he presses his lips against mine.

"Thank you, babe," I mumble as we pull away.

He nods, sliding his arms around my neck. "Sleepover at my place tonight?" He questions softly.

I tuck my fingers into his back pockets and bite my lip. "Sure," I peck him before pulling away completely. "Ginger's coming."

He smiles brightly. "Of course. I bought a litter box and some litter this morning so she can come with you. Just bring some food for her."

A while later we're gathered around Harry's dining room table. Ginger rubs against my legs as we eat the lovely meal. Gemma, Harry's sister, had made a delicious meatloaf with lemon chicken orzo soup.

"Justin," Louis gets my boyfriend's attention. "You're quiet today."

Jay nods, clearing his throat. "I have a lot on my mind," he says softly.

I place my hand on his thigh. "You want to talk about it?" I furrow my eyebrows.

He shakes his head. "No, I actually would like to talk to Liam. I have some questions," he growls.

"Come at me, Bieber," my ex snaps back.

"How the fuck could you cheat on someone like Zayn? No, I take that back. How could you cheat on anyone, period? You ruin their— their trust and their view on love," he stands up. "How could you do that to someone as innocent as him?"

Liam stands up also. "Oh trust me, he is not innocent," he chuckles dryly. "Ask him how many other men did he looked at while we were together."

"Looking and fucking are two different things," Justin yells. "You're a piece of shit!"

Liam lunges at him. Niall is quick to grab him, pulling him back by his forearms. "I'd rather be a piece of shit than a man whore who got raped!"

It all happened so fast.

Justin was on top of Liam and Liam kept going. He kept saying nasty things about me and my relationship with Justin. I couldn't stop Justin but thankfully, Louis did. He helped Jay out of the room and Gemma and Harry followed. I went with them, obviously.

I glance in the bathroom to see my boyfriend's beat up face. "Baby," I rush in and push the others out of the way.

He looks up from his blood covered hands. "No," he shakes his head. "Zee, get out. I don't want you to see me like this."

I take the cloth and dab his split lip. He winces in pain. "Give us a minute," I say over my shoulder. Harry ushers everyone out, closing the door behind him. "What hurts?"

"My knuckles and my lip," he mutters.

"Not your nose?" He just shakes his head. I wipe the blood out from under his nose. "Can you take your jersey off? I don't want you to get blood on it."

He tosses his jersey off and to the floor. My eyes rake over his naked torso. "We should leave," he mumbles.

I nod, "once I'm done cleaning you up." I continue to wipe away blood from his face and off his knuckles.

"Gimme a kiss," he grabs my collar. "Please," his desperate eyes look into mine.

I lean up to kiss his lips gently. He cups my cheeks, pulling me closer. I place my hands on his thighs and pull away. "Not here, babe. Lets go, yeah?" He nods, sliding off the counter.

We bid our farewells to our friends. "Can you drive?" He asks.

I take the keys from him as a reply. The drive to Justin's house is completely silent. Neither of us talked, neither of us reached for the radio to turn it on, nothing.

When we got there and got settled on the couch, I held Jay in my arms. He took off his shirt when we got to his place, asking me to rub his chest and stomach. He sits between my legs with his back against my chest. I rub his front gently to calm him.

He hums quietly, pushing himself into me more. "I'm sorry for ruining dinner," he whispers.

"Apology accepted," I reply shortly. Justin sighs heavily, making me feel bad. I kiss his shoulder gently. "How about a stress reliever, baby?"

"Like what?"

I move out from behind him. "I think you know," I kneel in front of the couch.

He turns so his feet are flat in the floor. "No, I don't want you to," he whispers, "come here." He pats his lap. I climb up and straddle his waist. "Hmm," he leans his face near my neck. "Take your shirt off." I toss my shirt to the floor. "You're so, so sexy, baby."

I shiver as his hands travel down my sides. He slowly undoes my belt. I hold onto his shoulders, my nails digging into the skin. "Jay," I breathe out as he starts to kiss my neck.

"Shh," he looks up at me. "Tell me if I'm going too far, alright?" I nod as he resumes kissing my neck.