It's been a few weeks since New Years Day and since Justin and Zayn arrived back home. Yaser had taken them to the airport, where they later boarded a flight back to their home. When they arrived, they decided to stay over Justin house for the remainder of their break, which was the rest of that week. During the week, they bonded, went on dates, opened presents with Maisie, and spent family time together. After that week had ended, Zayn went back home, and thus resumed their normal lives.
And since that week, things have been getting stressful. Work has been taking a major toll on the both of him. Since it was approaching the end of the school year, and students, especially seniors, have been trying to get their grade up, Justin and Zayn barely found the chance to be with each other. They were trying to help their students as much as they can, doing more projects, assignments, and test. This resulted in them spending more time finding things for their classes to do, grading, and spending time by themselves. They couldn't find the time to go to each other's room because they needed all the time that they could get grading and helping students. On top of that, Zayn has been busy working and going to the gallery every few weeks. Soon after he had got back home, he called up Niall and told him that he would accept the position. Immediately after that call, Niall told him to come in, and once he did Niall showed him to where he would be working at, which was a nice office on the top floor. Zayn job was to review certain contracts, painters, and artwork that he believed was worthy to be at the gallery. Because of that, Zayn would also spend time working on that stuff, which would take away from his teaching and grading, and that puts more stress on his plate.
And another thing, Dimitrius, and Jericho have been quite... confusing lately. Zayn knew the two had feelings for each other, but the refused to admit it, so he was trying to help them out as well.
Since all of this was going on, they've only been together a handful of times. There were the occasional facetiming and texting, but usually, during these time they both were busy grading, so they wouldn't talk or respond to each other much. Moral of the story, they were slowly drifting away, but missing each other terribly.
So imagine Justin's surprise when Zayn walked inside of his classroom, looking strikingly handsome as always. Zayn dressed more casual today; wearing a plain red shirt with a leather jacket over it, blue jeans, and he had his hair that Justin noticed was longer in a man bun.
Zayn closed the door behind himself softly; then he went over to Justin who was just staring at him in shock. Zayn smiled, but it slowly went away after he noticed how stressed the man looked. No doubt he didn't look any better, but Justin looks like he hasn't slept in days. He then noticed the large stacks of paper littering his desk.
"Hey," Zayn spoke softly as he approached Justin's desk.
"Hi," Justin sighed, rubbing his temple and taking off the glasses Zayn just now noticed he was wearing. He sometimes knew when Justin started to get a headache he would put them on. "What are you doing here?" Justin mumbles though that's where he wanted Zayn to be the most. There with him.
Zayn found his mood deflating as he sat down on the side of the desk. He would've thought that Justin would've been more excited to see him.
Zayn looked down at his feet, shifting them nervously. "I missed you," Zayn admitted, mumbling shyly. "W-we haven't been spending a lot of time together lately because of work, and I miss you because of it. I hope it's not making us drift away." I love you, and I don't want us to drift away.
Justin looked up at his boyfriend, and his eyes softened as he seen the tiredness, sadness, and hopelessness on Zayn's face. He would be lying if he'd say that he didn't think it was affecting Zayn as much as it affected him, but it seems like it affected him worse.
Justin sat the pen down and rolled his chair over to where he was in front of Zayn, in between the man's legs. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Zayn's lower half and pulled him close. Zayn bit his lip before leaning down and pressing his lips against Justin's, closing his eyes. Justin immediately took over the kiss, and he swore he forgot how it felt having Zayn's lips against his. Zayn lips were always soft, and Justin felt like he could kiss his lips forever. Justin reached up and ran his fingers through Zayn's hair, drawing a moan for the man. He knew how much Zayn loved having his hair messed with.
When they needed to breathe, Justin hesitantly pulled back. Zayn and his face were only a few inches away from each other, their breath which was heavy from their kiss fanning each other face. They stared into each other's eyes until Justin sighed, wrapping his arms back around Zayn and pulled the man until his head was resting on Zayn's shoulders. Justin felt Zayn relax in his arms as Zayn wrapped his arms around Justin, them both feeling comfortable in each other embrace.
"I missed you too," Justin mumbled on Zayn's shoulder before he kissed Zayn's neck. Justin felt Zayn shiver, and he resisted a smile, knowing the effect he has on Zayn. If it weren't him being exhausted, he probably would've teased Zayn more. "I miss spending time with you and you staying over. Work has been super stressful lately, especially with these seniors graduating and all." Justin scoffed. "You would think me working here for three years I would be used to this, but I'm not. This job is more tiring than it seems."
Zayn couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at Justin's words and couldn't find nothing but the truth in them. He was tired as well but knew his tiredness was nothing compared to his boyfriend. Zayn knew his job was easier than Justin's.
He tightened his grip on Justin then relaxing as Zayn said, "I know. I honestly thought when I started working here that this job would've been easier than it is. Being an art teacher is more stressful than it seems, so I could imagine how it feels for you being a history and all. I've been giving my classes a lot of work for the sake of the seniors, and I'm kinda regretting it now since I have to grade them all." Zayn let out a deep sigh, and he felt Justin squeeze him. "I would never recommend anybody becoming a teacher unless they want stress marks and gray hairs."
Justin pulled back so that he now face to face with Zayn, and smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "It's tough and all, but we'll get through it. Especially you, and I've been doing the same too." Justin reached over and grabbed a stack of papers he graded, holding them up to Zayn who furrowed his eyebrows.
"Wow," Zayn mumbled, and Justin nodded his head, putting the papers back down on the messy desk. After that it was silent, and the man just stayed there in silence, staring at each other with stressed expression. All of a sudden, Justin got an idea, and his face lit up before he grinned mischievously. Zayn eyebrows furrowed again. He knew that look anywhere. "What a-are you thinking about, Jay?" He asked warningly.
Instead of responding, Justin pushed his seat back and got up, ignoring the questioning look he was getting from Zayn. He went over to the door and locked it, covering it up with the little blind that he had bought for cases like this.
What he wanted to try with Zayn was something that he's always wanted to try. There was a big risk that they would get caught and in worst case scenarios fired, but Justin prayed to all the Gods out there that they wouldn't. He wanted to feel the adrenaline rush of what he wanted to do. He wanted to feel what teenagers wanted to feel when they did this at certain places.
When he walked back over to Zayn, he didn't give the man any time to question him before he covered Zayn's lips with his, causing a large moan to rip through Zayn's throat. Justin mentally rolled his eyes as he pushed Zayn back against the desk. It was already going off to a bad start, but he didn't care because he was frustrated and in need of a release.
Justin's tongue dipped inside of Zayn's mouth, causing the man eyes to widen at the aggressiveness of his boyfriend. He's seen all sides of Justin, but the one he saw now was new to even him. The way Justin roughly claimed his lips and ravished his mouth, the way Justin's hands started to roam his body, the way Justin pushed him back against the messy desk that for sure was even messier, the way Justin member was pressing him. Justin's intentions were now clear to Zayn, and he didn't know how to feel about that.
So when Justin pulled back to breathe, before Justin had the chance to do anything else Zayn placed his hand on his boyfriend's chest, being shot an annoyed, impatient look by doing so but ignored it.
"W-what are you doing?" Zayn asked, flustered as he seen the evident lust in his man eyes. Zayn's cock jump at that, but he tried his best to ignore it, reminding himself where he was. No way was he doing this here.
Justin smirked despite his annoyance of Zayn's action. He just wanted to kiss the man's neck. So to tease Zayn, Justin reached down and rubbed Zayn's semi-erect member through his parent, drawing a moan from him.
"Since we're both obvious stressed," Justin purred, stifling a groan as Zayn threw his head back and closed his eyes. "It seems like we're both in need of a stress reliever." Before Zayn could respond, Justin covered Zayn's mouth with his.
Zayn just moaned in response, but other thoughts were roaming in his head. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Justin actually wanted to do... that, during school? Where there were students littered everywhere and teachers as well? Worst of all, the big risk of them getting caught? No!
But, he couldn't bring himself to protest at the moment as Justin's lips worked against his, sending him into that pure bliss every time they made out. He knew if they didn't stop soon that he would give in and allow Justin to fuck him right there on the table. Another thought coursed through his head, could the table even support them both?
When he needed a breather again, Justin pulled back, staring intently into Zayn's eyes. He knew there was no doubt that Zayn caught on to what he wanted to do, and he could he did by the way Zayn eyes were widened and filled with their own lust. He knew Zayn was resisting his urges though. Out of both of them, Zayn had the best self-control and resistance. Justin didn't care though as he went in for the kill and tried for a kiss.
But this time, Zayn managed to stop him. "J-Justin no," Zayn stumbled, pushing Justin back before he could connect their lips again.
"C'mon," Justin whined, pouting. "All we have to do is be extra quiet." He placed his hand back on Zayn's member, Zayn moaning lowly."And we'll be fine. Remember the rush we got at your parent's house? I'm sure we could do it again."
Zayn shook his head, "No."
"But-"
"No."
"But Zayn we could-"
"Jay no!"
"But I want to-"
"Justin no," Zayn warned sternly, surprising Justin.
Justin shut his mouth for a moment, looking down at the table, trying to think of ways to get Zayn to give in to his fantasies of fucking him on the table.
"Pretty please, Zee?"
Zayn groaned, about to say no until Justin touched his member again and dipped his head and kissing Zayn's soft spot on his neck. Zayn moaned, trying his best to stifle it and threw his head back in ecstasy. Once Justin pulled back, he noticed the slight bruise forming on Zayn's neck. He blew on it, causing Zayn to shiver when he felt it, and Justin smirked. He looked his boyfriend in the eyes, and when his eyes went down, he noticed Zayn was biting his lip. It was obvious Zayn was close to giving in.
And they bickered about it.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Justin. We're teachers; we need to keep it professional."
Justin couldn't help but roll his eyes at the adorable human laying on the desk in front of him. Zayn has been trying his best for the past few minutes to end what they were about to do, for the sake of professionalism, he claims, but Justin didn't want to.
Justin leaned against his desk, crossed his arms, and mentally smirked. An evil thought ran Justin head, and acting on it; he feigned like he was hurt. "Are you telling me you don't want anything to do with me, Zayn?" He asked softly, trying not to let a smile reach his face.
Zayn eyes widened once he heard the hurt in Justin's voice. He didn't mean to hurt him; he just didn't want to do anything during school despite him being frustrated. He didn't want to risk them getting caught by the students.
He quickly went up to Justin a cupped his cheeks. Mission accomplished, Justin thought.
"N-no! Justin!" He started, stumbling over his words as he did when he was nervous. "W-we just, don't n-need to do anything during school," he said softly.
Justin broke out into laughter, causing Zayn to snap his head up to him. Once Zayn came to his senses, he gasped and hit Justin on the shoulder. "Y-You jerk!" He shouted, repeatedly punching Justin's shoulder. Justin then grabbed both of Zayn delicate wrist and held them, staring into Zayn eyes. Zayn stopped once Justin started holding them, and his breath hitched once he stared back at Justin intense chocolate brown eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of brown he has ever seen.
Zayn snapped out of his trance once Justin lips completely covered his, sending him into shock. He moaned absentmindedly into his mouth, now responding to Justin's lips.
He tried his best to ignore the oh so familiar feeling he gets in his chest every time Justin, and he kissed. The butterflies, the tingliness, everything he felt was all Justin's doing, and the sad part is he thinks Justin didn't feel the same. That's when Zayn's insecurities kick in.
The bell rang, sterling the two and causing them to pull away from each other. They both were breathless from their heavy make out session, and both of their lips were swollen and bright red. Once students started to knock at the classroom door, Justin pursed his lips, murdering the bell in his head.
Zayn let out an awkward cough, which caused Justin to snap his head towards the younger lad, and he raised an eyebrow.
"I-I'm gonna go," Zayn said softly. Justin wanted to tell him not to, but he couldn't because Zayn had his own class to attend to, so he just nodded his head. "S-see you later Justin." Justin once again nodded his head. With that, Zayn rushed out the classroom, ignoring the confused glances coming from the students in Justin's classroom.
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Zayn finished packing his things up, closing his bag and throw his bag over his shoulder. It was now the end of the day, and Zayn managed to get almost all of his papers graded. He would've finished them all if his thoughts didn't drift off what went down earlier, and he'd always curse himself. After what happened he was left with a major boner, and it took it almost thirty minutes for it to go down. Though every time he would think about it, he would always get a semi.
Zayn walked out of his classroom, turning off the light, locking and closing the door behind himself. He then began to make his to the staircase.
"Hey, Mr. Malik!"
Zayn froze and tensed in his spot as he heard the voice that he hasn't heard in a while and the voice of a person who he'd never like to see again. He heard the sound of her infamous heels clacking against the ground, and he knew he she was getting closer and closer. The sound of the heels came to a stop, and Zayn turned around slowly, coming face to face with Ms. Baldwin, who stood a few inches taller than him.
Zayn heart pounded in his chest, and he tried his best to ignore his anxiety. Surprisingly his anxiety wasn't as bad as he thought it was before because he would now get filled with annoyance when she was around.
"Yes, Ms. Baldwin?" Zayn asked politely, tilting his head to the side.
She had an annoyed look on her face as she asked, "I have a question for you that only you could answer. Would be so kind to answer it for me?" She plastered a fake smile on her face.
Zayn raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sure?' He says timidly. What was it she want from him?
"What do you and Justin have going on?" She snaps impatiently, getting straight to the point. Zayn eyes widened from the bluntness and fierceness in her voice, but he wasn't all that surprised from what she asked. Honestly, he felt jealous. He reminded himself that she had a thing for Justin, and as bad as he wished that it was going away, he knew that it probably wouldn't.
So instead of cowering away as he would usually do, he stated, "Justin and I are dating. He's my boyfriend."
Ms. Baldwin seemed taken back from how Zayn answered that question. She was obviously expecting another answer and for him to cower away like he usually would, but that didn't stop her from glaring.
"You know it's not good to lie," she seethes, gritting her teeth.
Zayn scoffed and rolled his eyes. He was getting annoyed by how she was acting and how in denial she was being. So to piss her off, he smirked and told her, "I have no reason to lie. If you don't believe me, you could ask him. I bet you his answer will be the same as mind or he'd ask you why you are worried about it." Zayn almost smiled as he thought about how Justin would respond. Justin would no doubt get an attitude with her.
Zayn could tell she was getting angry and frustrated by how red her face was turning, and he felt accomplished for a moment. He was finally standing up for himself, and he felt proud for doing so.
But, as if gears turned in her head, Ms. Baldwin's angry sneer then turned into a smirk, and Zayn facial expression dropped. He thought he finally had her, but by the look she had, she had something else up her sleeve. Zayn could feel himself pale, and his body begins to shake.
"You don't want to mess with me, Mr. Malik," she purred, causing Zayn shocked expression to morph into confusion. "I have something against you, and trust me by the way it seems, and from what I've heard, you don't want it to get out." With that, she walked away from Zayn, who just stood there in shock. Once what she said registered in his head his eyes widened, and he looked back at her to see that she was going down the stairs. It clicks in his head what she said, and what she had on him.
It was her who sent the picture.
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Zayn walked inside of his apartment, sighing loudly as he closed the door, walking into the living room. He threw his bag down on the couch, not caring about the impact, and walked towards his bedroom. Every since his encounter with Hailey, which was about an hour ago (He stopped somewhere and got him something to eat, eating it inside while deep in thoughts), he's been stressing out and his anxiety was spiking up. He kept thinking about what she said and wondered if his guess was right. Did she have the pictures? And if she did, how did she get them? What has she heard about him?
He tried his best to rid of the thoughts as he took off his shoes and laying down in his bed, not bothering to take off his work clothes. He was tired and overwhelmed, so a nap at the moment sounded delightful for him. With that in mind, Zayn snuggled under his blanket and closed his eyes, drifting off to a world that wasn't confusing.
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Zayn was forty minutes into his nap when his doorbell rings.
He groaned, throwing off his comforter as he got up. He made his way out of the room, grumbling as he entered the living room. He went to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open, ready to complain to the person who disrupted his peace until he saw who it was.
More like, how who it was looking.
Justin stood there in his doorway, body slumped, but it wasn't that that caught Zayn's attention. Zayn noticed the way Justin facial expression looked. Justin expression was tired, and he seems like any moment he was going to break down. Zayn heart pounded. It was obvious that something was wrong with Justin.
"H-hi," Zayn stumbled out. Justin smiled, but Zayn knew that it wasn't genuine. He saw Justin genuine smile before, and that definitely was not it.
"Hi. Can I come in?" Justin asked, voice raspy as if he's been crying. Zayn slowly nodded his head and backed up. Justin entered the apartment, closing the door behind himself and walking to the living room couch. Zayn followed behind him, and once Justin plopped down on, Zayn did the same. It was an uncomfortable silence, and Zayn wondered what was going on.
"Justin," Zayn starts softly, not wanting to things to be hidden between then. Justin looked over at Zayn, his expression trying not to show his distress but it still was obvious. "What's wrong?"
Justin shook his head, letting out a deep sigh. "Nothing, Zayn," he grumbles, obviously not wanting to talk about it.
Zayn furrowed his eyebrows. "Yes, it is. You can tell me," he says softly, reaching over to touch his boyfriend. He felt Justin tense.
"What's wrong with you?" Justin retorts, causing Zayn eyes to widen. Justin shrugged his shoulders. "What? Don't you think I notice how you look? It's obviously something on your mind, and you have me mistaken for a fool if you didn't think I'd notice it," he snaps.
Zayn shook his head. This wasn't about him; it was about Justin and why he seemed like he was about to give up on life. "It's nothing."
Justin obviously didn't like that answer, and he scoffed. "Whatever," he mumbles, and that ended their conversation.
For the next few minutes it was silent, and it's definitely tense than what it was before. Zayn sat there, knees brought up to his chest as he occasionally looked over at Justin who elbows were on his knees, his hands clasped together and rested on his chest. It was obvious the man's lost in his thoughts, and Zayn could help but wonder about the what. He also wondered if he should just tell Justin what he was thinking, but to him, it wasn't that big of a thing. As long as he stayed away from Ms. Baldwin, then everything would be fine.
Justin sighed, and Zayn looked at the side of Justin's face. Zayn almost gasped when he saw Justin completely, the stress clear as day. "Alex is trying to get full custody over Maisie."
Zayn eyes widened, and his heartbeat increased as it seemed to be doing all day. "W-what?" He stumbled out. "C-can she do that?'
Justin shrugged his shoulders, looking over at Zayn with an expression that resembled a lost puppy. "Apparently she can," he mumbles. "It's just, courts usually go in favor of the moms, and I don't know if I get as lucky as I was last time."
Zayn shook his head, not wanting to believe that. "But you have a more stable job and income! She's unemployed and living with her brother!" And Zayn knew that Harry didn't get much income.
"That's the point," Justin sighed. "I'm busy, and she basically lives at the daycare most of the time. The only time I can really spend with her is the weekends because at night I'm mostly busy. Though she's unemployed, she's home most of the time and will be able to care more for Maisie."
Zayn's lost for words. He couldn't believe that was happening to Justin. He hopes it wasn't true. Just because his job cause for him to be busy, he still had a good amount of income and could supply everything that Maisie needed.
"And that's not all," Justin begins again, and Zayn looked at him, eyes widening as Justin said, "While I was at work, my mom called. My phone was on silent, so I didn't know, but she I know she knew I was working at the time. I called her back as soon as I noticed it, but she didn't answer, and I've been worried. What if something happened to her? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself," Justin croaks, his eyes tearing up. He was close to breaking down.
Before he knew what he was doing, Zayn scooted over and wrapped his arm around Justin, pulling the man to his chest. He felt Justin tense body slowly start to relax against his. Zayn could help but pity Justin. His boyfriend was going through so much at one time, and he knew that it was all weighing Justin down.
"I don't want to think about things right now, Zayn," Justin started, causing Zayn to look at him curiously. Justin met his boyfriend curious expression and his own expression held so much tiredness and sadness. "Please make me forget. I beg you, Zayn. I don't want to stress for the next few hours. I just want to be with you."
Zayn knew he couldn't deny his boyfriend request, but he knew that as soon as they got done doing what they were doing, everything would come crashing down on Justin. He still nodded his head and leaned up to kiss Justin.
Justin sighed as he responds back to the kiss, closing his eyes and throwing his arms around Zayn. He pushed Zayn back against the couch, his body covering Zayn's smaller one. From that position Justin deepened this kiss, causing Zayn to let out a moan.
Both of the men began to drift away from the cruel world they were living in, doing one thing they did best. Getting lost in each other. Justin, like earlier, kiss became demanding and needy. He needed Zayn, and both of them knew that.
Justin's hands began to roam Zayn's body, and both of them were beginning to get on hard. Justin's hands slipped under Zayn's shirt and up to his nipples, causing Zayn to moan into the harsh kiss. By this point, Zayn completely submitted to Justin, and despite the situation he still loved it. He felt Justin's hands leave his nipples and he almost groaned in protest because of the euphoric feeling he was getting, but he realized Justin's hands were going down to his pants, so he let him. He felt Justin began to fiddle with his belt, and soon the piece of fabric loosened around Zayn, and he knew Justin undid it. Justin took off the belt and threw it somewhere before he unbuckled Zayn's belt, ready to get the pants off his fuckable boyfriend.
But as soon as He had Zayn's pants unbuckled his phone went off, and he groaned. He grudgingly pulled back, and both of them were annoyed by the device. Justin took his phone out of his pocket, sitting down on the couch correctly as he answered the device.
"Hello?" He snapped at the device, Zayn watching him, wondering who the hell was calling. "Yes, this is Justin Bieber. Who is this?" He growls impatiently.
Zayn watched as Justin annoyed look slowly dissipated, and his boyfriend began to pale. His own expression began to drop as he noticed that Justin was starting to shake, and soon Justin phone slipped out of his hand.
"No," Justin whispered shakily, and Zayn slowly scoots over to Justin with a worried expression. Justin was shaking so bad that Zayn thought the man was working himself into a panic attack.
"What happened, Justin?" He asked hesitantly, scared that if he touched Justin that he would break down.
He didn't have to do that though because when Justin turned towards Zayn, there were tears running down his face and he was breathing unevenly.
"T-that was the police," he whispers, tears flowing nonstop. "She h-hung hers-self. M-my m-mom committed suicide."
And that was the breaking of Justin Bieber.
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My heart is breakingggg. Poor Justin :(
This chapter was supposed to be out Friday but I wasn't home most of the day, and when I got home I was exhausted. Hope you guys can forgive me for that.
Tried proof reading as best as I could but eh. I probably could've done better.
THIS CHAPTER IS POORLY EDITED BECAUSE MY POWER IS OUT BECAUSE OF A STORM AND WE CAME OUT OF TOWN AND IM USING THIS SLOW ASS INTERNET AT WALMART. SORRY, ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO IM TEXTING BECAUSE I WONT BE ABLE TO REPLY :((
Until next timeee.