Zayn sat at his kitchen island, papers littering around him, and his laptop sitting in front of him. He was on facetime with Louis and Kendall, who were gathered up at Louis' house. Though right now he couldn't help but feel a little upset with them because of what happened. Even though he blamed himself for listening to them and taking what they said to heart, it's been a while since he last seen his friends, so when they asked if they could facetime, he was glad to accept. He was bored out of his mind. Since that day they haven't brought up Justin, and Zayn didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.
The papers that are spread across the island was papers from his art classes. It ranged from different drawings to different type of book assignments. Zayn hardly gave out book assignments, but sometimes he ran out of ideas on what to give the students to do so he'd result in them. It wasn't like they were hard though. They were quite easy, so he didn't see why people could miss the questions. They were simple and basic questions. Well, maybe to Zayn they were, but that was beside the points. The majority of the students gotten the stuff right, so he knew it wasn't just him because some of them didn't have an artistic bone in their body. There was also the students that just didn't do the work (also known as Dimitrius, but over time he started to do his work), so Zayn wouldn't even bother. He'd just mark an X on their paper that only consisted of their name.
His two best friends just sat back, laptop on the table as they watched television. Occasionally they would look over at Zayn, but the man was so engrossed in grading papers. Though they were not talking, they were sitting in a rather comfortable silence, basking in each other presence. It's been a long time since they have done that. Zayn has been busy with work, and Louis and Kendall have been busy with getting their stuff together so they could graduate. When it come to moments like these, they tend to cherish it. But that was going to come to an end soon.
Eventually, Zayn finished grading papers, and he looked to see that it was 4:17 pm. He bit his lip and grabbed his phone, unlocking the device. He went to his message and texted Justin to tell him that he was going to be heading there in a few minutes. A few seconds after he sent that Justin replied with a winky face. Zayn bit his lip, suppressing a smile, and sat the device back down. He straightens up all the papers that were on the island, leaving one neat stack, and got up. He grabbed his laptop and made his way to his bedroom.
Louis noticed that Zayn's laptop was moving. "Where are we going?" Louis grumbled.
"To my bedroom," Zayn responded, pushing the door open. He sat his laptop on his dresser before he began to strip out of his pajamas that he lounged in all day. After he was out of them, leaving him in his boxers (he didn't care if Louis and Kendall saw because he was used to dressing in front of them), he put them in the hamper before going to his bathroom and going to his closet. When he entered his closet, he grabbed a pair of jeans and a Hollister t-shirt. He exited out the closet and went back to his bedroom.
He sat his clothes down on the bed before grabbing the pants, putting them on over his underwear. Once he had them on, he went over and grabbed a belt, putting that on as well. He went back to his white and pink shirt and threw it on. He went to his dresser and grabbed a pair of socks and put that on before getting his nikes and putting those on as well. Now that he is dressed, Zayn went back over to his counter and started to style his wild hair. As he began to do it, he thought about asking Justin about where he could get his hair cut,
Kendall looked at the screen, seeing that Zayn was now appropriately dressed and fixing his hair. She raised an eyebrow. "Why are you getting ready?"
Zayn huffed in annoyance, grabbing an elastic band to put his hair in a ponytail before saying, "I'm going out."
It was Louis turn to look at the screen. "Going out where?"
"I'm going to Justin," he responds as he finishes putting his hair in a ponytail. Once he registers what he said, his eyes widened, and he looked down at the laptop screen at his friends. They were now looking at the screen with negative looks.
The tension was now thick. It was deathly silence, and Zayn knew the show that Louis and Kendall were watching is muted. Zayn mood shifted from contentness to sadness. Was it going to be like this every time Justin was brought up? If it was, then that was going to be a major part seeing as the man was a major part of his life now.
"I don't like him," Louis says coolly, crossing his arms, glaring at the laptop screen.
Zayn eyebrows furrowed, and he felt his mood shift from sad to irritated. "A-and why not?" He asked, trying to keep to keep his voice even.
"I just don't," Louis snaps. Kendall yelled Louis name, and he looked at her, eyebrows furrowed. "What? I don't like him."
Zayn eyes widened, and he felt his hands began to shake. But it wasn't from his anxiety, no. It was from him becoming angry. Louis had no reason to dislike Justin. He was judging him too fast. Just because Zayn basically slept with him, didn't make him a bad person. At this point, Zayn didn't know if it was Louis being an overprotective best friend, or just Louis generally disliking Justin for no apparent reason. Whatever it was, he wishes for Louis to cut it out. Zayn bit his tongue and clenched his jaws, refraining from yelling the fact that Justin is his boyfriend.
Zayn heard somebody sigh, snapping him out of his angry state. His jaws relax a little, but they are still clenched. Kendall then started talking. "What he mean is, Zayn, he doesn't fully trust the guy." Louis was about to say something but Kendall gave him a pointed look, and he shuts his mouth. "Zayn, he's, we're worried that you're growing attached to him quickly. Please tell us that you're playing it safe and not getting so attached this early on. Please don't become so dependent on him."
But it was too late. Zayn was already. Hell, Zayn was at the point that he was almost entirely ready to give himself to Justin. Even though it been a few weeks since they started dating, the chemistry was there before that. Way before that. They might as well say that they've been dating for like a month. He knew he was falling for Justin, and Justin was doing the same. At this rate, there was no turning back and thought Zayn was terrified; he felt as if he shouldn't be.
"Y-yeah whatever," Zayn whispers shakily, feeling his chest tightens. He then shook his head, looking back at the screen. "I'm gonna go; bye."
Before they could say bye, Zayn had already clicked the end call button and closed his laptop. He let out a shaky sigh as he left the room, going to grab his phone, keys, and wallet and make his way over to Justin's.
Zayn knew he was already in too deep. Being quickly attached to Justin was an understatement. It was more than that, and what it was Zayn didn't know. All he knew was that Justin made him feel like an entirely different person; himself. He was able to be himself around Justin without worrying about being judged for that. Justin brought the real Zayn out, and maybe that's why Zayn was falling for him so quickly. He didn't mind though. Zayn was emotional, physically, and mentally devoted to Justin, and he just hopes that when his friends find out that they would understand, even though he knew they wouldn't.
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Zayn entered the driveway of Justin's house, and by the white Mercedes that sat in the open garage, Zayn knew he was at the right place. Justin had given Zayn his address earlier that day. The reason they were meeting at Justin house is Zayn realized that he never been to it. Justin was supposed to come to his apartment, but Zayn told Justin he wanted to come to his house. Justin just said okay and gave him his address.
Zayn put his car in park, taking off his seat belt before turning the car off. He grabbed his keys and phone before getting out the car, closing the door behind himself and through the garage and to that door (Justin told him to). When he approached it, he gave the door three knocks before stepping back. A few seconds after he knocked, the door opened, revealing Justin, who was smiling. Before Zayn could even smile back, Justin was already putting his lips to Zayn's.
Zayn instantly melted into the kiss. He responded to the kiss as best as he could, loving the feeling of Justin lips on his. It was as if Justin had some kind of power over his lips that made Zayn go weak and crave them more.
Justin hesitantly pulled back from the kiss, smirking at his blushing boyfriend. "Hi," he whispers, wrapping his arm around Zayn.
"H-hi," Zayn stumbled out. Justin chuckled at his charming man before pulling him in the house. He unwrapped his arms from Zayn and closed the door before grabbing Zayn hand, pulling him throughout the house. Zayn heard the noise of television, and soon they entered the living room where Justin daughter, Maisie, was sitting, engrossed in the program and her toys. Justin wrapped his arm around Zayn and brought him closer. Zayn sighed blissfully, resting his head on Justin's shoulder.
"Maisie look who is hereeee," Justin dragged out. Once he said that, Maisie looked up and seen Zayn snuggled into her father. Her eyes widened, and she squealed while getting up. Once she was up, she ran over to the man.
"Zaynie!" She squealed, making grabby hands to the man. Zayn smiled and bent down, picking her up. As soon as he was up, she wrapped her arm around him, ignoring her father arm that found its way back around Zayn, and hugged him. Zayn wrapped his arms around her as best as he could.
The sight of his daughter and Zayn hug was utterly adorable and cute to Justin. His heart warmed up so much from the sight. He wouldn't mind seeing this sight everyday, but he shook that thought off. It was too early on in Zayn and his relationship to be thinking about something like that. Hell, he didn't even love the man yet, he thought.
Or so he thought...
Maisie unwrapped her arms from Zayn, lifting up, but not before placing a kiss on the tan men cheek. Zayn blushed. One thing he noticed about Maisie and Justin is that they're very affectionate.
"Guess what Maisie?" Justin said. She looked over at her father, tilting her head curiously. "Zayn is now my very special friend."
Maisie eyes widened once more "Weally?!" She exclaims. Justin chuckled and nodded his head. "Is Zayn gonna be my other mommy?"
It was Zayn eyes turn to widen, and Justin burst into laughter. Once he recovered from his fit, Justin said, "Yes baby, he's going to be your other mommy."
Zayn pouted at his boyfriend, groaning from embarrassment. But, he would be lying if he said that didn't make his heart warm up.
"You're so mean to me," Zayn mumbled, squirming in Justin's arms. Justin looked over at Zayn with a smirk before kissing is pouting lips. When he pulled back, Zayn lips were no longer in a pout, but in a small smile.
"Again! Again!" Maisie shouts, and Justin chuckles while Zayn blushes.
"Get down you bad girl, and maybe I can do it again." Justin teased, but Maisie thought he was serious. She squirmed in Zayn's hold until the man put her down. When he puts her down, he didn't even have time to comprehend when Justin's lips covered his again before quickly pulled back. When Zayn met Justin's face, Justin was wearing that devious smirk as his daughter was on the ground a giggling mess.
"I hate you," Zayn mumbles but didn't stop Justin from wrapping his arm around him.
"It's not opposite day Zayn," Justin responds. Zayn pouts, and Justin chuckles once more before unwrapping his arms, flicking Zayn bottom lip. Zayn lips the turned into a scowl, and Justin just looks at him amusingly. "Have you eaten yet? I was going to wait until you got here to cook dinner."
As if on cue, Zayn stomach growled, and he blushes. Justin sends him a pointed look and Zayn sighs. Every since he told Justin about him suffering from an eating disorder a few years back, and that he also sometimes goes off one meal a day, Justin constantly reminded him to eat. Sometimes, Zayn is hungry, but he never notices it until someone brings it to his attention.
"No," he mutters. Justin scoffs before grabbing Zayn's hand and taking him to the kitchen. When Zayn looked back, he saw that Maisie was back playing with her toys and watching television. Zayn could help but think that Justin was disappointed at him, and he felt his mood dampening. He tugged Justin arm and Justin looked at him curiously. "A-are you upset with me?" he mumbles sadly.
Justin features softened, and he let out a sigh, leaning against the counter, and he pulled Zayn into his arms. Justin felt Zayn shake a little, and Justin ran his fingers through Zayn's hair. "No I'm not upset with you, I just wish you would take care of your body better and listen to it when it tells you you're hungry."
"I know," Zayn mutters in Justin's chest before looking up with a smile. "So let us get to cooking dinner."
Justin sent him a smile back before pecking Zayn's lips, then getting off the counter. The two men then started preparing their meal. The two decided that they were going to cook spaghetti and Texas toast. While Zayn prepared the toast, Justin was at the attending to the spaghetti and meatballs.
It took them close to an hour to get everything cooked. Once Justin and Zayn had everything, they prepared themselves a plate and Maisie one, sitting them on the table. While Zayn went to the living room and got Maisie, Justin stayed back and fixed them all a drink. When Zayn came back with Maisie, the table was set. Zayn put Maisie down in her chair before going over to his plate, sitting beside Justin. Before they started eating, Justin pecked Zayn on the lips, making the man blush, and he began to eat.
Throughout the dinner, they talked, but most of it was a comfortable silence. Somehow, Justin and Zayn found themselves holding hands as they ate. Maisie, on the other hand, was making a big mess, causing Justin to scold her to eat right. Zayn found himself getting turned on when Justin was in his dad mode. He doesn't know why, but he found it incredibly hot when Justin was like that, and apparently, his friend downstairs did too, but he tried his best to ignore it. As far as he knew, Justin wasn't even aware of what he was doing to Zayn.
Eventually, they found themselves done with dinner. The three plates were cleaned, including Maisie, from the good meal they'd just eaten, leaving them all satisfied. Justin told Zayn to take Maisie to the living room and pick out a movie for them to watch while he cleaned. Zayn nodded his head and picked Maisie up, taking her to the living room.
The two went through Justin's Netflix account and settled on watching Finding Dory. As the movie started, Justin exited out of the kitchen to find Zayn laying on a pillow, looking at the screen while Maisie was cuddled under Zayn, doing the same. A smile spreads across Justin's face at the sight, and he made his way over to two of his most favorite people. When Zayn felt the couch dipped, he looked over at Justin and smiled. Justin smiled back before pecking Zayn's lip, then wrapping his arm around him. Zayn quickly readjusted himself into laying his head on Justin's chest. Moments like these Justin never wanted to end.
Sometime during the movie, Justin got up and came back with a stack of paper he needed to grade. Zayn found himself laughing at the annoyed look on Justin's face when he came back. He turned on the lamp and sat beside Zayn, starting to grade. Zayn says that it's the perk of having two free periods; he gets to grade most of his papers during those periods, and he'd probably have a few left but not much. Justin glared at Zayn and laughed sarcastically. Zayn chuckled because he knew that Justin was just messing around. Being the good boyfriend he is, Zayn decided to help Justin grade to relieve him of some stress. He sat Indian style on the couch, grabbing one of the pens and started to grade. Justin found himself getting distracted and smiling at Zayn. He'd be damned if he let Zayn go.
By the time they were finished grading papers, the movie was almost over, and Maisie laid sound asleep beside Zayn. The papers that they graded were now on the ground, and Justin and Zayn were cuddled up. When Justin realized his daughter was sleep, he got up, despite Zayn's confusion and sleepiness.
"I'm going to take a shower," he told Zayn. Zayn nodded sleepily and laid back down. Justin smiled at the man before walking to where Zayn guess was his bathroom. Zayn checked the time, and his eyes widened in shock. He then looks towards the window. It was now dark; a quarter past eight. He couldn't believe that he's already been at Justin house for that long, but time seemed to speed up when you're with someone you enjoy your time with.
Zayn turned over to his side, coming face to face with a sleep Maisie. A smile etched his face as he reached over and ran his fingers through the girl locks. She was such a beautiful and loving girl. She was adorable in every aspect. His thoughts drifted out to earlier when she asked was Zayn going to be like another mommy, and his heart swells. He wouldn't mind that, raising the girl with Justin that is. The thought made his smile wider and somehow, brighter. He knows he was thinking too far ahead, considering they haven't even been in a relationship for a month, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to do everything with Justin, and of course, Maisie.
Moments later, Zayn was almost sleeping, dozing in and out of reality when he heard a door open, and a light shine in the hallway. He lifted his head up just in time to see Justin entering the living room, and Zayn almost drooled. Justin wasn't wearing a shirt, and his torso glistened from what Zayn knew was water from Justin's shower, which brought out his six packs. The only thing Justin was wearing was his underwear and sweatpants, which hung low on his waist, revealing the happy trail, v-line, and the top of his black underwear. Zayn unconsciously licked his suddenly dry lips.
Justin, knowing the effect that he was having on Zayn, smirked, before walking closer to him. Zayn breath hitched as Justin came and stood in front of him. Justin placed a lingering kiss on Zayn's forehead before reaching over and getting his daughter. Once she settled well in his arms, Justin started to make his way out the living room. Zayn was then aware that Justin knew what he was doing to Zayn. Zayn groaned, and he heard Justin's chuckles from down the hallway. Zayn fell back on the couch, letting out a stressful sigh.
He didn't know what was going on with him. Every time Justin was around, he just had the sudden urge to let the man ravish his body. Zayn never had it this bad.
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After he had his daughter tucked in, Justin came back in the living room, heading straight for his boyfriend. Before Zayn had time to register what was happening Justin's lips had already covered his, sending the boy in a sinful kiss. It was clear what both of the men wanted at that moment, and that was each other. Justin's tongue pried its way inside of Zayn's hungry mouth, which to Justin, was a devious thing. That mouth, Justin couldn't get enough of it. He always found himself craving for more. There was nothing passionate about their kiss - it's filled with much hunger and desperation, they both knew the one place they need to be, and it was not the living room.
"Let's go," Justin breathes out as he disconnects the kiss. Zayn nodded his head frantically before Justin, and he shot off the couch. Justin took Zayn hand with his and pulled him all the way to his bedroom.
Zayn didn't even have time to check the bedroom out before he was thrown onto the bed, Justin climbing on top of him and kissing him once more. Zayn let out a throaty moan before closing his eyes, getting lost in the kiss again. The men were once again, lost in each other.
Justin disconnected their lips, much to Zayn dismay, but all those thoughts went away when he felt Justin lips attached to his throat, to the sensitive spot that was left there a while ago. Even though the mark was almost gone, Zayn sure that Justin was going to make it prominent again.
And he did. After Justin had sucked the spot back on Zayn again, he blew on it, causing Zayn to shiver. Justin smirked before whispering huskily, "I need to get you out of your clothes."
Zayn agreed and lifted his arm as Justin started to tug the shirt upward. Justin managed to get the shirt off before he started kissing down Zayn body, making the art teacher throw his head and close his eyes, letting out sexy pants.
Zayn felt Justin start to mess with his belt, unloosening the thing and taking it off, throwing it somewhere on the ground as his lips roamed Zayn's body still. He started to unbutton and take off Zayn's pants when his phone goes off, causing both of their eyes to snap open. They both looked over at the device, and Justin silently curses.
"Oh c'mon," Justin whispers. He knew people only called his phone when it was important, so if this was some bullshit call, he was going to flip out on the person who dared interrupt the moment. Justin got off the bed, going to grab his device. Zayn sat up, also annoyed with the person who decided at that moment to call. "Hello?" Justin grumbles as he held the device to his ear.
Zayn annoyance soon went away when he saw the shock look on Justin's face, and the man eyes start to water.
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"Hello Justin," his mom croaks out.
Justin's eyes widened at the voice. "M-mom?" He shakes out.
"Hi, my boy," his mom whispers. Something that Justin noticed when he got over the shock that his mom was calling is how she sounded. She sounded tired and... depressed. This was different than the woman usual happiness and cheerfulness. He knew it was his father. "I missed you and your voice."
"I-I missed you too mommy," Justin whimpers, struggling to keep the tears at bay, and when Zayn started to rub his back comfortably, he almost lost it. He looked over at the man, who shot him a sad smile. "H-how?"
"He's out, and I found where he hid my phone," she says. Justin let out a forced laugh. His mother was a character. "Enough about me my boy, how have you been?"
"It could never be enough about you mom," he whispers sadly. He decides to answer her question though. "I've been good mom. Maisie is doing good, and um." Justin looks at Zayn and smiles. "I met somebody."
"Really?" His mom asks semi-excitedly, and Justin could hear the smile in her voice. "Who is it?"
"His name is Zayn," Justin smiles unconsciously. "He works with me, and he's just... He means everything to me." Zayn heart soars at those words. Justin meant everything to him too. Then Justin started to talk about Zayn and how much the man was a major impact on his life.
"I wish I could meet him. He sounds like a doll," she says, genuinely happy for her son. Her boy deserves it.
"He's right here actually," Justin said. "Would you like to talk to him?" He wanted his mom to speak to Zayn.
Justin heard his mom sigh. "I wish I could, but your father is going to be here soon," she says sadly. Justin mood deflates, and just like that he's close to crying again. "Maybe next time."
Justin was silent before whispering, "Yeah, maybe next time." It was then quiet, and soon Justin heard the sound of a door opening and his favorite loud voice. He heard his mom begin to panic.
"He's here Justin," she stumbles out. "I love you, baby. I'll talk to you soon."
"I love you too mommy," Justin responds before ending the call.
Zayn could tell that Justin was about to break down. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked, rubbing Justin's back soothingly.
And then, the dam broke.
Tears started running through down Justin fiercely, and he began shaking. He buried his head in the crook of Zayn's neck and started explaining the story after a while. "When I divorced Alex, it raised questions from my parents. At this time, they didn't know I liked boys. They thought that Alex and I were the perfect couples, especially my dad." Justin took a minute before continuing. "My parents loved Alex, so of course, us divorcing was questioning. And the thing is, they thought I was happier now that I was divorced, and the truth is; I was. I was free of her. They asked me was I hiding something from them, like if I was cheating or something, and even though I was, I didn't tell them that. That's was the day that I came out. It was silent at first, and then my mom got up and hugged me, telling me that it was okay." Justin let out a bitter laugh. "I wish it was okay. My father, on the other hand, looked at my mom like she had grown two hands. He was livid. He spits curses at her and me, asking her how the hell could she support me liking boys, that it was a sin and would make them look bad. My mom told my dad that my happiness was better than their reputation and that it was okay. And that day, was the first time I've ever seen my dad hit my mom, and judging by the look on her face, that was the first time he ever did. He couldn't accept the fact that my mom supported me. He spat everything he could at me, but I was just looking at my mother who had tears rolling down her face. I wanted to do something but I couldn't. He must've noticed this cause he left and came back with a gun. He pointed it towards me, saying that if I ever came back that he was going to kill me and burn my body. When he pointed the gun at me, everything clicked, and before I knew it, I was running out the house." Justin started sobbing full on, and Zayn just rubbed his back, pitying his boyfriend like hell.
"That was the last time I saw my mom in person. My dad tried to sever all communication with us. He became this controlling guy, and I knew my mom was scared of him, and if I'm honest, I'm scared of him too. When he would go to work, he would lock my mom in the house, take all the phones away, paper, everything. He even stopped letting her see her friends, all because he didn't want her to see me and he didn't accept me. Occasionally he would let them see her, but he would always be lurking around. My mom and I hadn't talked much. There were times when he was stressed and tired that she would sneak and write me notes and call me, but those times were rare. One time she told me she caught her and-" Justin choked up, remembering what his mom told her. "He hit her again. But it wasn't just hitting; he beat her. He beat his wife cause he couldn't accept me Zayn!" Justin yells, burying his head in his hands. Zayn felt a tear roll down his cheek. What Justin was telling him is heartbreaking. "That day, she became extra careful of what she did. She would make sure he was sleep before she tried to contact me. That was my first time hearing her voice in four fucking months. My mom was the best thing in my life, and she slipped away from my fingers because of my father controlling ass, and my lifestyle."
It was silence for a moment, and that's when Zayn realized that that was the end of Justin's story. He didn't know what to say. What Justin told him was overwhelming and sad. Zayn bad because unlike Justin, he was born with two accepting parents that would do anything to see him happy, even though he didn't appreciate them as much while growing up.
"Wow," Zayn whispers. He winced, feeling stupid for that reply. Justin just wrapped his arm around Zayn and squeezed him in response.
"C-can you stay the night? Please, we don't have to do anything. I just want to hold you and not be alone," Justin begs.
Zayn couldn't tell Justin no even if he wanted to, and he just nodded his head. After he had taken his pants off, he pulled back the comforter so that Justin and he could get under it. Zayn guided Justin under the sheets, and once they were settled in under it, Zayn covered their bodies. Zayn wrapped his arms around Justin, and Justin brought the man closer, burying his head in the crook of Zayn's neck. Zayn could hear Justin's uneven breath.
After a few minutes, Justin breathing became even, and soft snores started to escape his mouth. Zayn pulled back and confirmed that the man was sleep. He sighed, kissing Justin on the forehead before cuddling back under him. Zayn thought sleep would find him soon, but it didn't.
Zayn felt guilty because Justin was opening up to him, telling him everything that Zayn wanted to know and what he felt like Zayn needed to know. But Zayn, he didn't do the same. Sure he's opened up to Justin abut a few things, but those were minor to him. Zayn still hasn't mustered up the courage. He knew that Justin wasn't going to judge him, but there was always that doubt. He knew that Justin was wondering, but didn't pressure Zayn to tell, and Zayn felt bad for that. Whenever he thought that he was about to tell the story, that doubt would quickly find its way in the picture and stop him.
He just didn't want to risk Justin looking at him differently.
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Poor Justin :( Lol
Sorry, it took me so long to update. I've honestly been having a lazy week.
There was more I wanted to talk about, but I can't remember :( Hopefully I'll update Tuesday-Wednesday.
Until next timee.