three a.m. ➳ zustin a.u.

eight ➳ relationshits

Now this, Zayn had to respond to, "a few times?"

"Most were drunken mistakes."

"That doesn't matter Justin. You shouldn't have even cheated once, drunk or not."

"You don't understand—"

"I may not understand what it was like for you two," Zayn admitted, "but I know that cheating is never the God damn answer Justin. What was the point?"

"Okay, are you really judging me for my past mistakes right now Zayn?"

"I'm just—"

"Zayn, if I could go back in time and fix what I've done, I would. But too bad I cannot. And I was telling you this because I trust you, because I think there may be something between us and I wanted you to know of the only relationship I've ever had. But if my truths are too much for you then please, tell me so I don't waste my time."

It became obvious that Justin was angry. The locking of his jaw and the way his eyes suddenly transformed to slits made it clear.

"I'm sorry," said Zayn, saddened, "I'm sorry."

Justin seemed to become slightly calmer and relaxed, "it's okay."

"May you continue? If I haven't already ruined everything."

"I can. I think Selena knew the whole time, but there was just this one time that she actually caught me and well, that was the end of us. She didn't say another word to me for the rest of senior year and we just went our separate ways. The funny thing was that I was the one who caused it yet I was moping like she was the real heartbreaker. All she ever did was love me unconditionally and I ruined it."

Silence sunk in for a minute, then two, then Justin continued, "we crossed paths again, last year. And she's well now, she's a journalist and she is in a happy relationship. And she's forgiven me, so much in fact that we're actually really close friends again. Not as close as we were before but we're working on that."

"Happy ending?"

"Not quite yet, but I have a feeling my happy ending is nearby."

There seemed to be a promise behind the way Justin smiled and it had Zayn feeling far more hopeful than he's ever felt before.

"So what's your story?"

"What?"

"Your ex, what was he like? I mean, if you're okay with telling me."

It had actually been a while since he's last spoken about Liam, even longer since he's spoken to Liam. But he owed this to Justin, it was only fair.

"Well, uh, he was... outgoing."

"Outgoing?"

"Yeah. It was always all or nothing. And I think that's what I loved most about him. I love a man with ambition, a man who thrives and keeps pushing. Determination and confidence, I love that."

"Sounds interesting."

"Yeah well, he was something," Zayn agreed, "we dated for three years."

"That's a long time."

"Not when you expected forever."

"What happened?"

"We wanted different things. So y'know, we parted from one another and did our own thing. He actually cut all ties of communication between us; moved far away, changed his number, and he doesn't even use any form of social media because well, he's him so I didn't know how to contact him anyways. That was until a friend gave me his number and I never used it until that night I accidentally called you. So really, since he left, we haven't spoken."

"Sounds like a douche," Justin commented, "I mean, who in their right mind would let such a jewel like you slip from their fingertips?"

"Oh my, save it Shakespeare."

"So you're saying I can't be your Romeo?"

"It'll take a little more than a few kind words to get with all of this," Zayn grinned, gesturing towards his body, "I'm not as naive as Juliet."

"That, you are not."

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening startled Zayn, having him turn around to be greeted by his best friend.

"Oh, so this is the dickface you've been ignoring me for?"

"How'd you even get in here Louis?"

"I have a key, remember," Louis stated, holding up the silver object.

He approached Zayn who sat at his desk, laptop opened with Justin shirtless onscreen.

Louis leaned forward, seeming to examine Justin's appearance from the way he was looking, "hmm, he is very attractive. Good job on this one mate."

Zayn sighed, rolling his eyes before introducing the two, "Justin, this is my best friend Louis. Louis, this is Justin."

"The boyfriend."

"Not my boyfriend."

"Really," asked Louis, "lad, what are you doing? If I wasn't already practically hitched to the love of my life I would've boned him long time ago."

"Louis, you're being embarrassing."

"I'm just saying. I mean what are you waiting for? You're hot, he looks like sex on a stick. I don't see the issue."

When Zayn looked back at his screen, Justin was actually dying of silent laughter while Zayn was thinking of the many ways he could kill Louis.

"At least I know you're not leaving Harry and I for some ugly scumbag."

"Yes, yes, can you go now?"

"Gladly. I have a boyfriend waiting for me," Louis smirked as he straightened himself up, "naked."

"Nice meeting you Justin," he winked then began to walk away.

And just when Zayn thought the worst of it was over, Louis shouted over his shoulder, "oh yeah, and Zayn likes to jerk off to the thought of you topping him. Have fun you two," before the door to his room slammed shut.

Zayn was definitely going to kill Louis, Harry be damned, that was a done deal.

"Oh really?"

And Zayn really wanted to wipe that smug look off Justin's face, but there really was never a way to do so.

So for the first time, he actually played along with Justin's little game, "yes, yes I do."

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