JUSTIN's POV
With everything going on, I almost forgot the purpose of my presence in London, the stupid magazine cover,
You maybe asking why I'm talking about it, now.
Well maybe because we are shooting today.
I lazily walked into the studio, everything was set, everyone was there, the photographer, make up artist, designer, everyone except Zayn.
"Julio. " I approached our photographer.
"Yes sir. " He replied.
"Please call me Justin. " I face palmed, i have been telling him to call me that for eternity now, but no, he still calls me sir.
"Okay, Justin. " He said, I could sense he was struggling with the name, and hoping honestly to get back to calling me sir,
But Julio is like family now, he has been my photographer since my early career days,
I was almost too happy when, Zayn had my photographer take the picture instead of his.
"Where is Zayn?! " I asked
"He is the next room with Jason Bell. " Julio said.
"Okay. " smiled brightly, but frowned as soon as Julio looked away.
Temptation and curiosity had the best of me, as my feet took me to the next door, which had Jason Bell written on it.
I debated between knocking and walking away, so I settled on impulse, and just pushed the door open.
The sight in front of me, had me frowning,
A naked Jason was standing on the white tarp, with Zayn taking his pictures.
"These are not gonna make it to the magazine. " Zayn chuckled
"I'd be arrested for being too hot. " Jason smirked.
"And y'all be arrested for taking over a studio and take nudes. " I said approaching them.
"Oh no, it's not nudes, these are for science. " Zayn said
His eyes scanned Jason's body, from hair to toe " Purely for scientific purpose. " Zayn concluded.
"Besides, I'm taking a naked picture, Anyways. " Jason said walking towards me.
"How are you doing Bieber?! " He asked as he stood close to me,
I can ensure you, I did not look down at his amazingly shaped cock.
"I-I've been better. " I said shaking glancing towards ZAYN for help, he just chuckled and walked towards us.
"Come on Jay, we have shoot to do. " He said dragging me out, but not before a very R rated Make out session with Jason.
"I hate you. " I said as soon as we where out of hear shot.
"I know. " Zayn smirked and pecked me on the cheeks, and walked away towards our booth
I shouldn't be blushing but I am,
I shouldn't be thinking of it yet, here I am hoping Zayn was mine.
The shoot went on great, I don't know what they were trying to accomplish but, I was made to lie on the couch while Zayn was just standing behind me.
Well behind the couch, but I swear I felt his gaze burn holes on my face
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