Hallucinations (Zustin)

ix.

Justin was a lot of things. A Jerk, a bastard, an idiot, cute, annoying, caring, funny, mysterious were few of the adjectives Zayn would use to describe Justin if you asked him.

(Well, no one had asked him yet, if you don't count his mum. He told her that Justin was just a "friend", so she didn't bother to pry.)

Silent wasn't just one of them. When Justin is there, he'll make sure you know that he's there.

Right now though, he was as loud as the sound of a heartbeat. He was acting a bit off these past days, and also, guarded. Like he was hiding something from Zayn. Zayn questioned him a couple of times about what happened, but Justin would simply shrug it off and then make a dirty remark (like always). Zayn so badly wanted to know. The curiosity was killing him.

The signal flickered and turned red. Zayn, being to conservative freak he was, turned off the engine. He then turned towards Justin, who was lost in his own little world, chin placed on his hand. His gaze did not waver one bit, as he continued staring at the buildings, cars and people. Zayn removed his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it gently on Justin's thigh. Justin tensed for a split second, but soon relaxed and placed his hand and Zayn's. To Zayn's dismay though, Justin didn't turn around.

"Justin?" Zayn started hesitantly. "Are you fine? You seem pretty..."

"Dull?" Justin completed. Zayn nodded, but knowing that Justin wasn't even looking at him, he answered, "Yes." 

"I assure you everything's fine, Zayn."

"Then why aren't you talking? I mean..." Zayn trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say.

"That I always talk? I know, but sometimes, even people like me don't feel like talking." Justin said. Zayn felt like it was his fault. Of course, why would anyone even like boring, sassy, sarcastic Zayn? People need some spice in their life, not an closed book. No wonder Justin didn't feel like talking to him.

"Did I do something, Justin?" Zayn asked, his voice coming out all scratchy. "You can always tell me. I-I can always change."

For you, his inner voice added.

As this, Justin jerked his head towards Zayn in lightning speed, almost getting a damn whiplash. He just couldn't believe Zayn would say such a stupid thing, considering he was one of the smartest people Justin has, honestly even seen. He poked one long finger towards Zayn and said, "Are you insane? Listen to me." He completely turned towards Zayn. "You are perfect the way you are, okay? Don't you fucking even dare to change a damn thing. If you do, I will personally make sure to wack you on the head." He finished, almost furious.

It's just that he hated when people so perfect questioned their own flaws. And fucking hell, Zayn didn't even have any flaws. He. Was. Perfect.

Just as Zayn was about reply, Justin said, "The signal." Zayn looked, and sure enough, it had turned green. There was a line of cars behind him. People honked angrily, making Zayn rev up the engine. He drove as fast as he could, under the speed limit. He felt flustered, but a large part of him felt so, so happy. He could cry, even. And he wasn't even one to cry.

Justin's words touched him deeply, and the sincerity overwhelmed him. Nobody had talked to him like that, not even his mum or dad, not his sibling, not even his friends.

"Justin, thank you." Zayn whispered, at which Justin scoffed. "Why are you thanking me? I just stated the truth, that's all. Your job is to fucking accept it, you perfect piece of shit." This made Zayn laugh, but heartily. God, the respect and admiration he had for this man was indescribable. Justin pretended to be mad, but he couldn't help crack a smile.