Hallucinations (Zustin)

viii.

"Ouch!"

"What?"

"I bit my tongue."

Zayn rolled his eyes, for what seemed like the millionth time.

Currently both were on Zayn's bed, with Justin cuddled up to Zayn's side and Zayn trying to brainstorm ideas into his head. An empty bowl of chips remained on Justin's lap.

"Justin, stop- what are you doing?" Zayn asked, seeing Justin wiggle into Zayn's lap and placing his head there. Justin turned to face Zayn, smiled sheepishly and said, "Lying on your lap? Staring at you? I don't know. What do you think?" The bowl fell down, but without any sound, thanks to the floor carpet.

"I think you are distracting me."

"Well, I'm Justin Bieber. Of course I'm distracting."

Zayn rolled his eyes again.

"So, how far in?" Justin asked getting up and stretching his arms. Zayn's eyes flicked down to Justin's torso, which was exposed a bit due to his stretching. Besides, the shirt was small.

"Well?" Justin pressed.

"Oh um, it's somewhat, half way, I guess?" Zayn lied.

"Hmm." Justin touch the pocket of his jeans. Zayn noticed that he had been doing it a lot, and quite honestly, he was getting really curious. So finally, he decided to ask.

"What's in your pocket?"

Justin grinned.

It turned out that Justin wanted to give something in return for that one Cheetos bag he bought from Zayn's money. And he had two tickets to a concert that was going to take place that week.

He was really excited. "It's the first time since I was twelve that I'm going to attend a concert." Justin said. Zayn, on the other hand, turned pale as a sheet.

"That's...great." Zayn replied.

"What? What's wrong?" Justin asked worriedly, sitting in front of him. "Nothing. Nothing at all." Zayn gave a fake reassuring smile.

But this was Justin. You can't hide anything from him.

"Zayn, you're gonna tell me or I'll... I'll rip these tickets into shreds." Justin warned, waving the tickets in front of Zayn's face.

"No! I want to go! I really do!" Zayn exclaimed, snatching the tickets from Justin's grip. Justin grinned again and kissed Zayn's cheek, making him smile.

Inside? He was a mess.

Small crowds were fine. They were totally fine. But a concert? In an arena with almost fifty thousand people? A big, fat no. His anxiety would screw him over and he could literally die, right there.

It's alright. You're doing this only for Justin. It's just some two hours.

Are you crazy? There'll be almost fifty thousand more people! And loud music! That concert will be the death of you!

For Justin.

Oh my god, serious-

"I'm pumped." Zayn said, faking a smile. Justin laughed at him and kissed him briefly.

ONE WEEK LATER

"Zayn!" Justin whined.

"Five minutes!" Zayn shouted from inside the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror. Splashing some more water on his face, he wiped his face with a towel.