Justin's POV { ⛔️🛑please if you're reading this vote, it will make me update more⛔️🛑}

I drive down the road towards our new house it wasn't far but not close either. Me and my boyfriend both wanted to start fresh from our lives and we were getting a second chance from this relationship, we wanted it to be way better not like our first time together. And we both thought why not try it with a new home for both of us.

"New house sweetness, let's make some memories!" I yell being excited about our new home that we just moved in.

"We're not having sex!" Zayn shouted, mocking my excitement.

"You're no fun," I mumble, rolling my eyes.

"Eh, I'll take that as a compliment." He grins, rolling down his two little suitcases that he loved so much.

"I can't believe you agreed with me to buying this house. I was joking at first." I lick my lips looking around a bit.

"Oh, come on. What are you? Afraid of a big house?" He teases, sitting on one of the couches.

"No, but it supported to be a joke." I give him a look spotting some old books around the corner.

"Well better make yourself at home because this is where we're living now." He blinks a few times giving me a beautiful smile of his. He stands up walking towards the kitchen.

"Well it was cheap in the market, I think that's why you even bought it." I chuckle remembering the price.

"No, actually I bought it with yours, karma's a bitch." He sends me a wink opening the cabinets.

"I was saving that money, Zayn. Ever since you were in the Asylum, I was saving it and you just spent on this dump. We could have at least gotten something better." I shake my head disappointed as hell.

"You don't get it, this was mom's and I got back what I wanted and no one can do anything," he walks slowly towards me, "about it." He whispers pressing his point finger on my chest. "And didn't you tell me that what's yours is mine?" He slightly pecks my neck slowly trying to butter me up and it was working.

"I did," I whisper, sighing, giving in.

"Don't worry, I still have half of the money. I'm not that dumb, my blossom." He chuckles giving me a quick peck, going up the stairs with his suitcases and mine. "Holy shit, there's a step here that it's broken remind me to fix this step!" He yells, from the top of the stairs. I shouted a quick 'okay' to him. I take my time looking around a bit. Zayn never really told me his mother had this house, he could have at least told me but through ever since he came out of the Asylum he's not really been trusting people around him, me included. I just have to earn it back and that's what I'm gonna be doing. Losing Josh our two year old son has been hard for the both of us, it's been three years since he's been gone I still miss him so much, it's like it was just yesterday I found him in the bathroom unconscious when Zayn was bathing him.

That's why Zayn has been the Asylum about two years, going through that everything happened that day, people believe he did it but I on the other hand don't, well that's what I'm thinking, believing and what he's been telling me.

I sighed getting out of the sad thoughts that was like a hill in my brain. The house that we got, the inside looked old fashioned but you could see it was built up to look new again. After what happened with our apartment, Zayn demanded we got a house this time. Let's just say the apartment got on fire by our neighbour trying to kill himself, he never seemed the person to kill himself. He was always so calm and happy about everything.

Lucky we didn't lose too much of our stuff, but still I lost my mom's memories that she had left for me. I only had her earrings left that she got for me. My dad tried to help out but I declined telling him I was old enough to handle things by my own.

"Babe?" I hear Zayn call me from upstairs.

"Yeah," I see him walk down having a frown on his face.

"You still think it's my fault?" He sobs facing towards me. I sigh knowing what he's talking about. "You still do, don't you?" He whispers, making it at the end of the stairs. I take a seat on sofa watching him.

"Sweetness, of course I don't, it was an accident." He shakes his head letting the tears roll down from his beautiful face.

"I didn't kill Josh! I didn't kill my own child!" He screams throwing the stuff on the table on the ground. "It's been only two months that I'm out of the Asylum and I'm fire," he whispers sitting gently on my lap. I close my eyes, trying my best not to lash out as well.

"I trust you, okay? I was the one who let you out of there. Okay? Because I trust you," I cup his face kissing his lips, he smiles kissing me back against mine before I could do anything else I pulled him away from my lap standing up. "Come on," I whispered pulling him along. I picked him up allowing him to wrap his legs around me and his arms around my neck. I pressed my lips against his again. I slowly let my tongue enter his mouth, he ran his hands through my hair gently gripping on it as I sucked on his bottom lip.

As I was gonna take it further the doorbell rings, making Zayn groan loudly pulling away. I chuckle fixing myself walking towards the door to open it. I open the door reliving a middle aged woman with a big cake in her hand. "Hello, welcome to the neighbourhood, I hope this cake I made shows off my good side to you both." She waves her hand towards Zayn getting an eye roll from him.

"Thank you, I'm sorry I wasn't expecting any visitors right now." I chuckle, trying to be polite but she smiles letting herself inside.

"I'm Padideh by the way I live with my daughter Nahal next door right over there," she points towards her house in our window.

"Well I'm Justin and this is Zayn." I clear my throat after telling her.

"My, my, this house is still the same." She trails off taking a look around, putting her cake down on the counter.

"Do you mind we were kind of busy until you interrupted." Zayn speaks out making me glare at him.

"Oh, my bad." She blushes a little taking her steps towards the door. I lick my lips excusing myself. I walk towards the stairs going up, I sometimes can't take his attitude, I know we've been through a lot together, our child getting killed and him being in the Asylum for it but he always wants to forget about it by throwing a stupid attitude.

I love him, I do very much. I'm also trying my best and he needs to show it as well. I walk towards our room just throwing myself on the bed like a zombie. "The freak left." He chuckles, coming inside our room that I was in. He looked around a bit till he spotted me on the bed. "This room is a total mess, but I want cuddles," he mutters jumping on the bed beside me.

"I'm at your service." I smile laying beside him as he lays his head on my chest with our legs tangled together like shoe laces. I rub his shoulder slowly looking towards the closet in front of us. "Just lay your head, relax your mind, let's enjoy the ride and just take a breath and press rewind whenever you like." I lick my lips kissing his cheek.

Then suddenly Zayn speaks up, "and we are going to be alright." He kisses my chest. "Do you understand me? I believe in love, right here where I'm laying with you." He whispers closing his eyes.

"I believe in us too. And I love you." I whisper, seeing him fast asleep, I already knew he loved me but him saying it out loud made my day even brighter. I close my eyes trying to get some sleep, after laying about ten minutes and not having any sleep I gave up it wasn't because of him it was because it was day time and I'm a person to sleep at night time, only. I gently put him on the pillow grabbing the sheets pulling them on him. I gently kiss his forehead and pulling away slowly.

He needed the sleep more than I did, I walked out of the messy room full of suitcases that somehow needed to be cleaned up because only one of them was mine. I playfully shake my head going down the stairs spotting some cobwebs needed to be cleaned up. I groaned because I really hated cleaning after someone else and I know that it's my house also.

As I was looking around the house to clean them with something, I heard my lovers voice from upstairs talking to someone, his screaming filled the house and his footsteps from upstairs was filling up my ears. I kinda got worried that what was going on. "BABY! BABY! GUESS WHAT! THE HOSPITAL CALLED AND SAID THEY HAVE A BABY FOR US! DID YOU-", in his yelling, I heard a really bad thud making me drop everything to see what it was.

"Zayn? Sweetness? You okay?!" I shout but not hearing any reply from him. I make it to the stairs seeing him rolled down at the end of the stairs with blood coming out of his head. I screamed, kneeling down towards him, holding him tightly, facing him towards me. I reach my hand to feel his pulse but it wasn't working. I quickly stuck my hands in my pockets to find my phone. I shakily found it pulling it from my pocket, calling 911. "D-don't worry b-baby, I'm right here." I cry, nuzzling my head into his neck sobbing softly.

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Aye, my first Zustin book. I've never read any so I don't know who tops or bottoms so let's go my way lol

My chapters are gonna be short and so is gonna be the story so enjoy lovelies✨ the first chapter and I'm already killing the main the character👀

-Nazanin