Just in love ( Zustin ) ( Sloww Updates)

01.

  " You're not going out wearing that, Justin" Zayn spoke from the bed, as Justin pulled on a pair of ripped jeans.

   Rolling his eyes, Justin snorted." Why would I not, Zayn?"

  " Because this is not Sri Lanka nor Canada Justin! This is India, do you even watch news? Do you wanna get raped by a gang of some bustards?" Grumbled Zayn, getting out of the bed and locking the door to their room. Justin narrowed his eyebrows, looking at the door and then at Zayn. " What are you doing Zy?"

  " You're not going out of this room wearing that! My family is going to make a scene, it's bad enough they hate you for being my husband, I don't need them to find a reason to yell at you.. "

  " I don't care what they think, I didn't marry them, I married you .. I don't have a responsibility to keep them happy, no matter how hard I try they're always gonna find a reason to hate me so why would I even try?" Justin glared." Now open the door"

  " You're not even trying, Justin! You have to try harder instead of trying to ruin my relationship with my family, because you like it or not, we're going to live under this roof with my family for the rest of our lives and I don't need to watch you getting on their nerves and cause trouble. "

  " You talk like it's my fault they hate me" Justin screamed, throwing his phone at the wall. " They fucking hate me because they can't accept their son is gay, which is not my fucking fault! "

  Clenching his jaw, Zayn looked at the broken pieces of the phone, before glaring at Justin. " Justin you're really testing my fucking patience!" He said through gritted teeth.

  " I wear what I fucking want and you can't tell me what to do or wear just because you're my husband! -"

  " Shut up before I do something I regret, Justin! "

  " Are you fucking threatening me Zayn??"

  " Justin that's enough okay? You have a big mouth and that mouth's going to put you in so much trouble-"

  " Well I have a mouth to speak! So I can let you know that you're not the owner of me, you're my husband and I'm your husband, not your fucking child -" a loud slap caused Justin to stop talking and grab his face with his thin fingers. He looked up through watery eyes, to see his husband looking down at him with raging eyes.

  " Shut the fuck up, Justin!" He spat, raising his hand as Justin tried to say something. Letting a tear slip, Justin gulped, looking down.

  " You asked for it, Justin! Now quit sobbing like a baby because I don't have time to sing you lullabies. I gotta get ready for work" snapping, Zayn grabbed the waist band of  Justin's pants, pulling them down. Justin just stood there, chocking on sobs as Zayn grabbed another pair of shorts, throwing it at Justin. " Quit it, Justin!" He spat, making the boy jump.

  " Put them on" he said, going to the closet and grabbing out the new pants Justin had bought with his crazy Sri Lankan friend who works at a pet shop. " W.what are you doing?" Justin croaked, wiping his face aggressively and trying to snatch the clothes from Zayns hands. Zayn just glared at him, taking his clothes to the bed and ripping each one into pieces.

  " Hey!" Justin spat." Stop it Zayn" he pleaded, but ignoring him, Zayn kept doing what he was doing, then putted the pieces of clothes in the garbage. Justin sobbed hard, running to the door and trying to open it, almost breaking the door handle. " Open this!" He spat.

  " Justin-"

  " FUCKING OPEN IT ALREADY!" Justin screamed, throwing the first thing he could grab, which was a clay vase of roses, at his husband. Zayn could grab it before it smashed his face, and once he did, he threw it at the floor, marching towards Justin and grabbing him by his throat. Throwing him on the bed.