The Man Next Door (Zustin Mieber)

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(Long time no see💀 I guess I'll start writing again so enjoy decently better writing.)

After four beers and many snacks later, the duo had somehow began to watch Justin's old documentary. Of course when he first clicked on the film, Zayn thought it was pretty arrogant of the taller man to want to watch his own movie but soon enough, he was intrigued.

Younger Justin seemed more care free and happier than what the new Justin had tabloids say about him in the media. Maybe he hadn't gotten exposed to the negative side effects of dealing with fame as a child when filming for the movie and it was a bit sad to see.

Zayn glanced over to see the shaggy haired man's eyes glued to the tv screen with a slight frown on his face. Of course this was affecting Justin in some shape, way, or form seeing as his eyes were a bit teary but was pushed away with a swipe of his hand.

Zayn felt a bit sorry for the man but didn't want to make him feel intimidated by mentioning it so he ignored his intentions and continued watching the documentary.

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"That should be me holding your hand."

His song belted from the huge television in the living room. How very coincidental it was to have this playing at the moment considering there was already sexual tension in the air. Although Zayn was sitting on the opposite end of the couch than Justin, he could feel the slight stinging in the back of his throat and the blonde's eyes burning imaginary holes into the side of his face.

'Peripheral vision exists'

The curly headed man thought to himself as he could swear he saw Justin staring at him from the side of his eye. He felt a bit insecure knowing one of the most famous people of the 21st century was watching him from less than 6 feet away.

Was he judging him? Was he trying to point out all of Zayn's flaws? Would he see the slight pimple growing near his jawline or the tiny red bubble it had due to him constantly messing with it? Or did he really even care for any of that?

With a clear of the throat and a slight shuffle, he disturbed the Canadian's wandering eyes and sure enough, Justin switched his vision to the big screen in front of him. The next few seconds were quiet before the deep and raspy voice spoke next to him.

"You're cute."

The words were muttered but it was loud enough for anyone in a 5 feet radius to hear. The black haired man began to blush with flushed, bright red cheeks and a slight smile forming onto his lips. Although his name wasn't said, Zayn could tell it was about him considering they were the only two in the vast room.

"Thank you."

He said clearly and soon enough, it was quiet again when the wind was almost knocked out of Zayn as the man moved closer to him.

What game was he playing? Was he actually interested in Zayn? Or was it a fun habit to see a man become flustered over a compliment and shorter distance between the two?

Was Justin Bieber into guys?

A thin but fit arm was thrown behind Zayn's shoulder and he could've swore the temperature in his place had raised at some point during the few hours Justin had been there. The floral and soft smell of French lavender and sandalwood swept through his nostrils the closer he got.

That's when Zayn was sure he was going to explode from the warm touch of the younger man's hand as he guided Zayn's right hand to his left thigh. A few more centimeters and his hand would be touching forbidden territories.

The sudden gesture made him look at his own hand, Justin's face and back to the telly in front of him. What in the f*ck was he doing? Was he trying to get him aroused?

Within the next ten seconds, Justin had gone from "innocent" flirting to full on hitting on Zayn as he brought his face to the crook of the Bradford star's neck and slowly but deeply spoke.

"I think we should get ready for bed."

They were spoken in such a soft and seductive manner and needless to say, it awoke something inside.Those words were enough for him to swiftly jump off of the perfectly cushioned couch and the man's warm embrace to quickly blurt out, "I think you should leave."

Nonetheless, he didn't want to seem rude before quietly adding, "It's pretty late so I think it would be best for the both of us to get sleep." Seeing as it was closing to 10 o'clock.

"Yeah, that sounds good to me. Lead the way to your room king."

As fast as Zayn's cheeks had turned red, his eyes widened before he sighed. "In your own home."

No way in hell would he let Justin stay over knowing how frustrated he got him in the first place. Maybe he'd be able to confirm if the infamous Justin Bieber was into guys or not but the memory of Justin smooching on the blonde girl earlier that day had appeared in his mind. 'He has a girlfriend, what am I doing?', Zayn thought.

The slight guilt disappeared as he saw the dirty blonde beginning to leave through the front door of his home but nothing is ever simple right?

Justin swung open the door and was about to close it before the intense voice of his rang,

"See you later, babyboy."

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(Sorry if this was bad, I haven't written in years)