Kissing you. Zustin.
A story about two men, filled with romance, comedy, and drama. Read at your own risk if you are ready to be the part of the international celebrity and the heartthrob's love affair.
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"Same order?" Justin asked his hands on the back of Zayn's chair.
"Why do I keep doing this!" Zayn groaned. "Please sit down Justin. Let me go." Zayn began to get up feeling a lot moronic to make Justin run around doing errands like this. He could be really ignorant of things sometimes. Plus he was putting a petty impression in front of Justin about him, that won't just do, how will he win over the man if he is busy running to fetch tea for him.
"Not a chance. Don't be embarrassed, I don't mind serving you." Justin shook his head and guided Zayn back to his previous seat. This could have been flirting, Zayn knew it could have been, but he was not blind to take Justin's innocent words for something they were not.
"This is the second time we come here. And I haven't even paid you for the first time." Zayn felt cheap, using Justin's wallet as his own and not even thinking about it, he can't assume that just because Justin is loaded he wants to spend his money on someone he met just a week ago, that was so ridiculous and Zayn wanted to laugh at himself for even thinking himself so much of Justin's undividable attention and care. Zayn signed as he pep talked himself into depression, great just great.
"We can have the dinner on you."
For a split second, Zayn thought Justin was indirectly asking him out on a date but then he remembered the dinner they had agreed upon to go after the parents' teacher meeting.
Zayn nodded, liking that idea more. "I will have the tea."
"Okay, sir." Justin gave a salute and went on his merry way to fetch them both their beverages.
They were back in the coffee shop from a day ago. He had thought Justin would want to go someplace else since the last time they came here they were photographed, the attention would only bring chaos to their children but Justin had assured nothing like that would occur since they both had taken precaution steps and the media had mild frenzy over the court orders from Zayn but they still respected the privacy of their children. Zayn wanted to argue but he gave up in front of that rescuing smile and the hand that somehow always found it's way on Zyan's shoulder in panic situations.
They both had non-verbally come to the same conclusion that they would ignore the fact that they might get photographed and that alone can make headlines without anyone connecting their children to each other, which could be more problematic than anything. Though Zayn had mentioned beforehand to James about him running into Justin Bieber nothing else since they all liked it when they didn't have to communicate to outside worlds for the sake of building up the image or to create some kind of false one. Zayn was allowed to live his own life the way he wanted, as long as he didn't fuck up, James was happy and not nagging him.
