Date: Sat, 08 Sep 2012 22:34:50 -0400
From: Adz Sampson <SwaggerJagger90@mail.com>
Subject: Justin Biebers new direction - Chapter 1

Some would say Justin Bieber is the ultimate dude. He has shitloads of
money, women and girls throwing themselves at him daily and the love of a
very supportive family. He is the owner of tons of awards, most voted by
his adoring fans 'The Belibers', has more money then sense and his
girlfriend Selena Gomez is not only equally as famous as him, but she's
drop dead gorgeous to boot. Some would say that Justin Bieber is the
luckiest guy on the planet. And they would be right. Justin loves every
minute of his life. He loves waking up in stunning hotel rooms in different
countries weekly, he loves going onto the stage and busting out a move
whilst singing his latest autotuned song, he loves the fact that he could
be walking to the grocery store to grab a sandwich and he will be papped
without even telling anyone where he was planning to go. Some people would
hate it. But Justin loves it. He thrives on it. Most celebrities do. Any
that you they didn't would be fucking lying. Justin was probably the most
famous 18 year in the old in world and he really didn't think his life
could get any better. He was perfectly happy and content with his life at
the minute. He could quit his job this second and be set for life. Justin
was also easy on the eye. Yea, he probably wasn't the hunkiest bloke around
and he wouldn't be topping the Sexiest Bloke Alive poll anytime soon, but
he was cute and chicks digged that. Sure they probably also digged the fact
that his underwear was probably more expensive then there house, but he
knew he hadn't hit any ugly tree on the way down. So not only was he was
rich, he thought of himself as handsome aswell. And whilst having Selena in
his life was amazing, he couldn't help but think there was something
missing. He done his daily day to day life and it was fantastic, he
wouldn't change it for the fact. But he also wanted risk, he wanted
danger. His life was becoming far too predicitable and dare he say it-
boring. He needed some excitement. He needed a fucking rush. He needed to
have some fun.

 Zayn Malik is one fifth of probably Britain's most exciting boyband of the
generation. Not only were all five memebrs incredbily goodlooking, but most
of them could hold a decent tune and Zayn was no excpetion. He loved being
on the stage with his four best friends, he loved hearing the crowds cheer
his name as he performed and he loved the adrealine rush he got every
single time he stepped on the stage. No one time has been the same, and
that's amazing. At just 19, Zayn has achieved more in his life then he ever
thought possible. He was always destined to become a mundane shopworker or
perhaps something a little more exciting then that like a dustman or
postman. Being part of One Direction was like a second chance for Zayn and
it wasn't one he was willing to change anytime soon. Zayn was a stud. He
knew that. He rocked that. He owned that. Boys wanted to be him, Girls
wanted him inside them. He had a wonderful girlfriend Perrie and life was
fucking great. He was winning award after award with One Direction aswell
as hit after hit. His life has changed completely and utterly and there's
not a single thing he regrets. Okay, perhaps there is just one thing he
regrets. Looking in the mirror of his hotel room as his band prepared to
woo America with a performance at the Video Music Awards which was such a
big fucking deal. Zayn didn't get nervous thouhg. He could'nt explain
it. The others all got petrified but to Zayn it wasn't that big of a
deal. He loved going out and performing for his fans. Nerves were definetly
not something he dealed with. Giving himself a wink in the mirror, his
manager shouted 'Showtime guys!" and it was ready for Zayn and the one
direction lad's to win the hearts of the American audience once and for
all.

 One Direction rocked there performance and won 3 fucking awards. They were
in complete and utter bliss.

 Justin Bieber didn't perform and hadn't won a single award despite being
nominated for 3. He couldn't be bitter that he was beaten by a British
boyband with only one single that was worth mentioning. It was there chance
to shine. Justin, for fucks sake, had so many awards in his house that he
now has his own awards room. One Direction don't have that, and they
probably never would. They would be a flash in the pan.

 Sipping on his beer at the afterparty, Zayn caught the eye of Justin
Bieber. He'd never met the American hunk before. But he was even hotter in
the flesh then in the many, many pictures that Zayn secretely has on his
iPad. Zayn wasn't gay. But he also wasn't straight. He'd say he was
bisexual but wouldn't like to label it. He's slept with girls, he's slept
with dudes. It's all sex to him and it's all amazing. Of course, he has to
put on the apperance of somewhat being a bit of a ladie's man for his
adoring public, because God know's his manager would freak out if he found
out that Zayn wanted to 'come out'. He hated living a double life. He hated
the fact that he had to hide the fact that, yes, he does find guys
hot. What kind of life is that? It's pathetic. He smiled at the singer and
was pleasantly surprised when Justin responded to the smile.

 Sitting on the stool of the bar where the first afterparty was held,
Justin sipped on his pint of orange juice. He did drink, but he wasn't
particuarly in the mood for the alcholic variety tonight. Maybe later when
he moves onto the next party. He caught the eye of the hottest guy in that
British band and was surprised when the dude smiled at him with the damn
the hottest smile he'd ever seen on a guy. Damn it was the hottest smile
he'd seen on anyone. Bar none. Justin fancied the pants of Zayn. Ever since
he googled One Direction and found images of the band topless, his eye was
immedatily caught to Zayn who just from looking at him, Justin could tell
he could be trouble. With an angelic smile and a fuck all attitude, Zayn
was defintly someone that Justin wouldn't mind getting to know on a
personal level but he doubted the British hunk swang that way. Justin was
gay. It was a fact that most people close to him knew and it was something
that he somewhat relucantly kept to himself. Selena knew he was gay and
whilst he did love the girl, it wasn't love love. It would never be love
love. She just doesn't have the equiptment that Justin's mouth
craves. Selena's his official beard, if you like, but she is also one of
his best friends. He could tell that girl anything and he knew it would
never see the public light. He smiled back at the singer and then somewhat
foolishly winked at him.

 Justin Bieber just winked at Zayn. Forgive him for having somewhat of a
panic attack at the thought of THE Justin Bieber winking at him. And yes,
it was more then likely just a friendly wink but fuck.. Justin Bieber
winked at him. He was totally fangirling over Justin Bieber right
now. Taking another larger sip of his ice cold beer, Zayn did something he
would never usually do. But he was totally on a high after winning 3 awards
and generally after having an awesome fucking night. He winked back and
licked his lips at the unsuspecting american singer.

 Taking another sip of his orange juice, Justin didnm't know how to respond
to the fact that Zayn had just winked AND licked his lips at him. If it
wasn't Zayn then Justin would totally think that the guy was hitting on
him. But he was 99% confident that he was reading into things and that Zayn
was just being friendly. Either way, the thought of Zayn licking his lips
about him excited Justin somewhat and he definetly had a semi on thinking
about Zayn's lips wrapped around a certain part of his anatamy. Taking it a
bit further, Justin looked down at his lap and grabbed his bulge, then
looked back up at the British lad to see his reaction.

 The party was in full swing but Zayn's full focus was on Justin Bieber who
had just grabbed his dick. He had a boner going on, for sure. And he wanted
Zayn to know. Fuck. Zayn nearly cummed at the thought of Justin being on
the same wavelength as him. He looked down to the floor for a split second
and when he looked back up, Justin had gone.

 Fuck.

 He half drank orange juice sat at the bar, but the stool was now
vacant. Damn.
 Walking over to another bar, Zayn ordered another beer because damn he was
pretty sure he had some eyesex going on with the Biebs but he must have
been imagining it. But he couldn't imagine Justin basically showing him his
erection, could he? Moments later, a tap on his shoulder nearly scared the
shit out of Zayn. Turning around, a large black man in a suit was standing
there. He leaned down and whispered.

 "Justin Bieber would like to meet you in the hotel lobby in 10 minutes. Be
alone".

 Fuck.

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 Hope you all liked that first chapter. THE SEX will happen in the next
part. Email me at swaggerjagger90@mail.com for feedback and suggestions.